Page 57 of Taming
No one’s touched me like this in so long. It feels more intimate than anything else. It makes me ache for more. I feel his kiss building within my chest, twirling through my stomach and pulsing between my thighs.
Steam wafts up. It fills my lungs. Water rains down on us, attempting to cool the heat between our bodies. The slick feel of his big palm sliding low against my back wakes me up inside as our hips align, his jeans against my flesh. My fingers fist in the hem of his shirt, and I relax beneath his touch. I part my lips, wanting more, wanting to feel every inch of him. Just lightly, his tongue flicks along mine, almost making me moan from the small movement.
And then he pulls away.
A smile clings to his mouth as his tongue rolls slowly across his bottom lip. Water clings to the tips of his fiery hair, threatening to fall right into his deep green eyes.
He looks pleased with himself.
The arrogant dragon taint.
With another long and appreciative look down my body, his hands slip away from me. He moves slowly back, putting cold air between us, smiling that shit-eating smile the whole time. My arms cross once more, and he carefully steps from the shower. Water clings to his steps, leaving puddles in his wake.
“You’re making everything wet.”
I curse myself the moment I say it.
“No need to scream about your wetness, Arlow.” He walks backward, and he holds my gaze as the serious look settles back into his eyes. “I just wanted you to know that it didn’t feel like nothing to me.” He pauses just long enough for his rumbling tone to sink into me. “I wanted you to feel that.”
His words twist warmth all through me, and the feeling smothers out the annoyance in me until all I feel is that building emotion of happiness. My head meets the shower wall, letting the steamy water beat against the back of my neck.
Fuck, I let him kiss me.
And I liked it.
Goddess, why did I like it?
Chapter Twenty
Her Demons
Agatha set out blankets patched from miscellaneous fabric patterns. The frayed edges of the quilts show their age, but they’re soft and comforting. Chaos made a pallet on the floor and has settled in there. Rime and Kain talk quietly near the window. Rime’s pale eyes never stop sweeping over the darkness even as he speaks.
I meet those shining, mossy colored eyes and a small smile pulls at the corner of Kain’s mouth, just the slightest tilting of his lips before he looks away, pushing that serious appearance right back into place. He’s constantly so damn somber.
But he showed me a different sort of seriousness tonight.
The swirling feeling in my chest is pushed away, and I’m so distracted I don’t even realize I’m settling in next to Chaos before the damage is already done. I sit there an inch from him as he lies on his back. He’s always so quick to settle in against me, but it feels odd for me to do it to him.
“Stop thinking so much.” He lifts his arm to me, offering me the inviting space at his side.
With stiff movements, I lower myself. My head rests awkwardly high on his chest, not anywhere near his arm, and I lie there gracelessly like a dog searching for affection from her master.
This is ridiculous.
I shift, pushing to turn away from him to just lie on the hard floor. At the last second, his arm wraps around my stomach, pulling me against his chest in a warm and comforting way. My body reacts to him, melding perfectly with his as my head rests against his bicep.
“Was that so hard?” he whispers against my hair, his head leaning against mine.
“Yes.”
He breathes out a smile that I feel within myself even. The simplicity of the moment starts to slip away as I remember how his voice skimmed through my thoughts.
“How was I able to hear your thoughts, Chaos?”
The way his body stiffens against mine, his arm tensing beneath my touch, makes my nerves prickle all through me. He’s keeping something from me.
“Chaos?” I whisper his name, but I never turn to look at him.
