Page 53 of Midnightsong
With a laugh, they splashed and flicked water at each other. She didn’t care that puddles coated her washroom floor.
“I think of you every day. And I wish every day you were with me. That we could be together, and I didn’t have to worry about my uncle’s plans.” He leaned in, resting his chin on the crook between her neck and left shoulder.
She licked her lips. “Kiss me.”
“As you wish.” He slid one hand to her upper back, drawing her close, his lips capturing hers in a slow, languorous kiss. She slid her arms around his neck, running her hands through his soft, salt-touched hair.
Each time they kissed, she fell in love with him all over again. Her body warmed, at first a flicker of heat spreading through her chest and limbs, setting her aflame with yearning.
He seemed to sense her desire, and nudged her lips open, deepening their kiss, his mouth urgent and feverish on hers. She flicked his tongue with hers, eliciting a jolt from him in response.
“Angie.” He pulled back with a gasp and she took the chance to catch her breath, watching him through hooded eyes. “Come here.” His breathing came out in short, quick bursts, and he slid one hand behind her head, tangling his fingers with her hair, and brought her lips back to his as they moved over each other in a sensual dance.
He broke their kiss and his gaze flickered to her side.
Where her scars were.
She instinctively drew her legs in, attempting to hide them.
“No, let me see.” He traced the scar on her abdomen and she flinched. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” she whispered. “Every time I see it, touch it, I think of–of back when...” She swallowed hard. “It’s ugly and I hate that it’s there. Full of horrible memories.”
“It is not ugly. It’s a testament to your strength and what you’ve survived.” Kaden lowered his head and kissed the scarred tissue on her stomach and then her side. A passionate swell burst from her chest up to her head. “You are beautifully imperfect and I love you no matter how many scars, physical or emotional, you carry.”
She pushed down the emotion threatening to consume her as their mouths crashed together, tongues desperately seeking each other’s. Her arms moved to wrap around his waist and he kissed her again and again until her head spun. Her next breath wedged in her throat when his lips moved to her neck, gently sucking and flicking his tongue against her skin. His hands sought her breasts, and her heartbeat moved into overdrive at his touch, while each touch of his lips sent warmth blooming over her skin.
She pulled back to give him a mischievous grin and lifted her head to kiss him again. She moved her hand down his chest and abdomen to the thickened patch of scales between his pelvic fins.
Angie brushed her lips against his ear. “Let me touch you.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He let himself go, and into her waiting hand. She grasped gently at him, causing him to give her the most cautious of nips at the base of her neck. He moved one hand from her hip to her inner thigh, inching upward, as she worked him.
She knew where his most sensitive spots were, and she kept her strokes and touches methodical, never stopping until he bucked his pelvis into her hand. His tail tensed and curled in response, caudal fins sweeping over and brushing the edge of her tub. He gripped hard at her shoulders, and his soft moan delighted her ears. “Goddess, Angie.” His breaths were labored and hitched, and she pulled his hand from him.
He backed up, and a clanging noise startled them both. Kaden whirled around. His tail hit the faucet, and he winced in pain.
“Want to go to my room? No danger of metal things attacking your tail. Though, there is Lulu.” At the ajar door, Lulu stuck her small, black and white head through and stared.
A wicked grin appeared on Kaden’s handsome face. “I’ll take my chances as long as I can have you. The bed is right there. I can make it.”
Angie glanced out of the bathroom, where the edge of her bed sat a good twenty-some feet away. She didn’t want to risk him missing and faceplanting on the hard floor. “It’s farther than it looks. Don’t move.” She scrambled out of the tub before he could reply, quickly tossed her robe around her shoulders to shield herself from the onslaught of cold air, and moved the knee scooter so it was next to the tub.
She laughed when he all but leaped onto the scooter and zoomed to her bed beating her there. He grabbed her hand and let himself fall, landing atop her on her bed.
Her shrieks of laughter turned into one of horror when they landed on her navy-blue duvet, both soaking wet, and she was freezing cold. Damn her for leaving her bedroom window cracked open for fresh air. “Wait! Wait.”
“Huh?” He let go, staring at the wet splotches on her duvet. “Oh. Things need to dry on land.”
“I’m also freezing my ass off.” Angie scrambled to her window, shutting it, and grabbed two towels and her bathrobe. She threw one towel underneath her and one over him and dressed in her bathrobe as quickly as she could.
Her body warmed under the robe’s velvety insulation, and she exhaled with relief.
“But your ass is so cute.” Kaden grinned, and she gave him a playful roll of her eyes and swatted his shoulder.
Then he pulled her down onto her bed, kissing her again. And again, and again, dragging his lips southward over her body.
Tian, she didn’t want him to stop.
