Page 182 of A Curse On Black Lake
“Remember, you asked for this,” I yell, climbing the stairs.
There aren’t many places to hide, but I peek in her room first. Nothing.
I check the hall closet, and the bathroom, still nothing.
There’s one more bedroom up here, so I check that and she’s not there. Which leaves my room. The door is shut as usual, so Iopen it slowly, and she’s not on the bed. Pouting, I turn toward the bathroom and pull up short.
She’s sitting in the chair next to the window, not a stitch of clothing on, with her legs crossed, and her elbows resting on the arms of the chair.
I growl, and she visibly shudders under my gaze. She looks like a queen. Stunning, commanding, and regal, but when I really look, I see love in her eyes, and longing coating her skin.
I see the woman who was made for me.
Mine.
“Someone is confident, aren’t we?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I figured you searched long enough. It’s time to claim your prize,” she says with a half smile.
Damn, I love this woman.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I grunt.
“Oh, am I? How is that?” she asks, goading me.
I take two long strides towards her and lean over, placing both of my hands on the back of the chair.
She tilts her head back, and a glint of defiance leaps out of her eyes.
My skin itches to feel hers against my own. I want to taste her, feel her, tell her how much I love her with every breath.
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” I murmur, leaning into her lips.
Her confidence drops for a second, and I chuckle. “Baby, you wanted to play? So let’s play.”
She shifts again, squeezing her thighs, and reaches for me.
I groan, white-knuckling the back of the chair.
Her small hand squeezes and releases, bringing me to the edge of myself far too quickly, so I pull away.
“Oh, you don’t like when I play back?” she snaps.
“I thought you said I could claim my prize?” I say, getting on my knees.
Her eyes widen as I push her legs open and slide my hands under her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the chair. Her chest moves up and down rapidly, and apprehension crosses her eyes.
“Talk to me, baby,” I tell her, sitting back on my heels.
She pins her lips together, and I wait for her to decide. “Don’t stop,” she says.
Sitting up straight, I grab her hips and lean in, throwing her off balance as our mouths meet, and I coax her lips open, sweeping my tongue against hers. Working her up slowly until she’s a puddle in my hands.
Her calloused hand grips the back of my neck, holding onto me. I nip her tongue, and she pulls back on a gasp as I lightly scrape my teeth over her jaw before coming back to her mouth.
“Killian,” she whimpers.
I hum and slip my hand between her legs. She pants roughly, arching her back. Leaving one more kiss on her lips, I start working my way down her chest to her legs.
