Page 38 of Under a Wicked Moon
He wanted to touch her breasts so much his hands shook. “Can I?” he asked as his hand moved to her ribcage near the perfect globe, but not touching it.
She nodded.
He cupped her breast, still clad in the sports bra, and dusted kisses along her collarbone. She pressed herself against his hand. All the while, he didn’t lose his rhythm.
“Come for me, beautiful.” He took her mouth again and caressed her breast, finding the pointed bud to tease and pinch at the same moment he rolled into her.
“Jesus,” she gasped. “I’m going to… Oh God.”
“Let me hear it, then.”
She moaned in response, the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. He moved faster, feeling the tension coil inside her. Her spine straightened.
She buried her head in his shoulder. Rolling her head back and forth, she fought it as he let the pressure building inside her take over. His hips continued to fly against her. A guttural sound emerged from her as she threw her head back and ground herself against him.
As the need in her died down to a few tiny whimpers, she smoothed his hair with a hand. She glanced down the length of their bodies to the erection tenting his pants.
“May I?” she asked as if she had to ask permission.
Footsteps at the bottom of the hatch’s stairway. Not loud, butcoming their way.
They froze.
Vivi removed her hands from his waistband. The entire lower half of his body objected.
He recognized the movements. “It’s Flynn.”
“Of course it is.” Disappointment laced her tone. She leaned forward to rest her face on his chest. “I don’t want this to be over yet. I want you so much.”
“Same.”
He wanted to weep when she hopped off him. But this was good, right? Flynn saved him from this flying any further out of control when there was so much neither of them knew about what happened while they’d been drugged.
He stood and grabbed her hand to stop her from moving away. He wrapped her with his arm, more out of compulsion to touch her than necessity. She was so much shorter than him, even though her personality made her seem so much taller.
“You were perfect,” he whispered.
“I was, wasn’t I?” she laughed, low and throaty. “But we should be careful. I’m not embarrassed by your brothers’ presence, but they don’t trust me. I’m not sure yet if you should trust me.”
Chapter Thirteen
They drove miles from the plane in a rental that stank of pine air freshener and cigarettes.
The sprawling castle-like estate at the end of a gated road was far from what Ky expected.
He leaned between the seats of the SUV. “You sure this is the right address? The mage lives here?”
“Who knows? Never seen his house,” Roman said. “Kind of expected him to live in a sixth-century stone hovel, but he’s an unpredictable crank.”
As they stood at the front door, kicking snow off their shoes, Roman depressed the doorbell for the third time. “We’re here at the right time, aren’t we? You didn’t mix up a.m. and p.m.?”
“Pretty sure,” Flynn said.
“Pretty sure.You better be damned sure. Last time I surprised him, he did some sort of energy blast and wouldn’t see me in person for a month.”
“I thought that was because you broke the news that we had to deep-six his sister when she went psycho world-killer on us,” Ky said.
Roman grumbled, “I’m not in the mood for his attitude today.”
