Page 29 of You Only Love Twice
Don't you dare, she told herself sharply, but her nipples disobeyed the directive. And suddenly she was in the past again, on her hands and knees, with Dm— Obsidian buried to the hilt within her, his fist in her hair wrenching her head back.
"I know you have it upon you somewhere."
"What would you be referring to?" Her voice came out a little lower than expected.
"Don't make me strip you naked," he threatened. "You have a lock pick."
"I told you. It was magic."
"Can you never utter a single word of the truth?"
Not if I can help it.
Because the truth hurt.
He resumed his search, kneeling behind her. Hands slid up under her skirts, stroking the backs of her calves. His touch had been impersonal until now.
But it slowed as he reached her thighs, a vague hint of unease evident in his hesitation.
The combination of danger and action left her feeling a little light-headed.
He wasn't the only one frozen.
"Nothing between my thighs," she whispered, "but you're quite welcome to check. As I recall, you did wonderful things with those fingers."
"Shut up."
"Though your mouth was better," Gemma mused, and then bit her lip when his thumb dug into the back of her thigh in warning. She was getting to him. She knew it.
His hands retreated down the back of her legs, and he yanked her off-balance as he lifted her foot.
A swift tug on her laces, and he tugged her left boot off. Then the right.
"Nothing in there either," Gemma pointed out.
Obsidian straightened. "Are you enjoying this?"
"Should I not be?"
He seemed affronted by the pleasure she took in goading him.
"It's been months since I've felt another's touch," Gemma said, with a faint shrug of her shoulders. Over a year, if she were being honest. "And never doubt I can do the job myself, but there's something to be said for having someone else's hands on your skin." She lowered her voice a little coyly, as if whispering a confession. "Rough hands. That time in the museum when you stole your first kiss? We were arguing. You shoved me against the wall and pinned me there and kissed me as if you couldn't get enough of me. I loved every minute of it."
Harsh fingers tugged at the buttons down the spine of her gown. Gemma turned her head, but his hand was suddenly on her wrist, pushing it insistently back against the wall.
Had she pushed him too far?
Or could she push him further?
"And one might add, judging by the way you pinned me to the table downstairs, you are not entirely unaffected either. That wasn't a gun pressed between my thighs, Obsidian."
"I forgot how dangerous you are," he replied, the steel of his body caging her in from behind.
You, sir, have no idea.
"And yes," he whispered, sweeping her hair to the side, his lips skating over the back of her neck. "I am not unaffected." Firm hands slid down her sides, parting the back of her dress.
A tongue swept across the nubbin at the top of her spine.
