Page 65 of Stealing the Star Stone
She gritted her teeth, fighting the visceral reaction her body had to him.If everything he did aroused her, this would be a long night.
Strange cries, squawks, and chirps filled the air, peppered with fragrant flowers and wet sand.She rested her head against the rock, content to watch the submoon.
Their breathing evened out, and she was halfway to falling asleep when the caress of finger across her forearm snapped her eyes open.And of course, her cock had to harden.
“Stop turning me on, damn it.”
“I’m not doing a thing.It’s all you, buddy.”Then he wiggled for added affect.
She tightened her hold, crushing him against her.“One more move and you’re sleeping on your own.”
When he brought his knees up then stilled, she slumped.It had been a trying day, not that she knew what time they’d arrived.Frederik had awoken them at two, and after all they’d been through, she was beat.
Now if her raging libido would calm the fuck down, she could get some sleep.
The moon, Lethara
At the base of a waterfall.
Onward, just hornier.
Day Four.
Jerking awake, Nova found her face buried in the curve of Eli’s neck.It would be so easy to press a kiss there, to trail her lips to his jaw and angle it for a full-on kiss.
“I’ve gone mad,” she mumbled, hugging him tighter.
“What is it?”he whispered, stirring.
“Nothing.Go back to sleep.”
He wiggled, the bastard, twisting to gaze at her.“Did you hear something?”
Despite the growing ache in her groin, she didn’t dare breathe.Their faces were inches apart, nose to nose.Even in the moonlight, she caught the warm amber in his eyes.
“My ass has fallen asleep,” she whispered.It had, but as a distraction, it could work.
“Mine too,” he rasped, his breath fanning her lips.
She made to get up, hoping to break whatever the hell this was.But instead of leaning away, he didn’t move.Their lips met for a second.
It was long enough.
She groaned, cupped his cheek, and kissed him.
Like before, his lips were so soft, pliant, like rubbing hers across rose petals.
Tasting herself was nothing like she’d expected.It wasn’t her mouth anymore.It belonged to him.When he swept a tongue over hers, all resistance crumbled.She delved in, desperate for something she couldn’t put words to.The kiss—slow, luxurious, exploratory—ramped up the emotions swelling inside her.She refused to name them.This was nothing more than an adventure to him.
She was…nothing more.
She broke away.“Sorry,” she said, slipping from behind him.
Standing with her back to him, she prayed the cool air would calm her…ardor.She glanced down, sighing at her impressive hard-on.It throbbed, making demands she struggled to silence.
In the distance, a dark red coated the horizon, like paint pooling at the bottom of a canvas.Dawn would be soon.She checked the coats and clothes, finding them damp but wearable.Grabbing her coat, she headed back to Eli…
When had she started to think of him as anything other than Thorne?The asshole had fucked and forgotten her, with zero regrets.The old hurt didn’t rise to fuel her anger.She scowled.Great, she’d gone and forgiven him in the last three days.
