Page 1051 of One More Kiss

Chapter10

We arrived backat Hunter HQ just after ten pm. I couldn’t believe it wasn’t later. It felt like I’d been gone all night, not mere hours.

I crossed the threshold, a hand braced on my forehead to help with the dizziness. The HQ iron thresholds were stronger than the ones at home and I wondered about that. I’d thought that iron was iron. Maybe because the building was older the iron had more time to settle in, or maybe there was some other magic at work.

I glanced back at Jett. He was watching me closely. His eyes flicked to the iron surrounding the doorframe, then back to me. I could tell he was starting to connect the dots about the iron at my home and my reaction to it. I’d tried not to show it, but it wasn’t something I could control. I was lucky that my Fae blood wasn’t stronger. If there’d been Fae on my mother’s side as well as my father’s I wouldn’t have been able to cross at all. Fin’s reaction to the iron tipped arrow, which had done no more than graze his shoulder, proved that iron was deadly to Fae. I’d known that, of course. But it had really hit home tonight.

Jett pushed past me, grabbing my hand and leading me deeper into the building. I was hit by a flood of heat and tingles as his fingers tangled with mine. Distracted, I followed blindly along behind him, up stairs and down corridors, not realising until too late that we were in his office. The office with the safe. He was taunting me.

Once there, he dropped my hand and shut the door. Then he crossed to his desk, leaning against it with one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest. He met my eyes.

“Talk to me, Liandra. Tell me, why did you sneak out?”

So much for the warm and fuzzies. “You know why. I needed to check on my mother.”

“There’s more to it. You could have told me about her and I’d have taken you there myself. I did take you there myself.” His eyes glinted with something dark and feral. “After I rescued you from the Fae.”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak.

“Your doors are girded with iron. You’re clearly the target of the Fae. And you were trying to steal my gem, the key to the Midnight Gate.” He unfolded his arms and pushed off the desk, crowding into my personal space. His heat hit me, hard. From this close I could see the glossy lowlights in his jet black hair. I wanted to run my hands through it.

“Trust me, Liandra. Tell me what’s going on.” His voice was liquid enticement.

I shook my head, hit by a wall of emotion and not trusting myself to speak. My eyes filled with tears. I needed to trust someone, but Jett wasn’t the one. He couldn’t be.

He reached out and cupped the back of my head with one hand. When I didn’t object he snaked his other hand around my waist and pulled me to his chest, pressing my head against his hard muscle and stroking my hair.

The stress of the last few days hit me all at once and I let go. Silent sobs shook my body as I soaked in his nearness, his strength. His hand kept its rhythmic motion, petting me, soothing me. His arm around my waist held me safe and secure. I took a deep, shuddering breath as calm filled me. The tears stopped but I remained where I was, enjoying his nearness for a moment more.

When I lifted my head his focus on me was intense. He bent his forehead to mine. “You good?”

His words, the same code my Mom and I used, nearly set me off again. My breath shuddered, but the tears didn’t return. All that emotion was now channelled into something else. Something more primal.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” His words were soft, his breath a caress on my cheek. He paused, relaxing his grip on my waist and giving me full opportunity to pull back.

But I didn’t. I didn’t want to. In fact, it surprised me how badly I wanted his lips on mine. And I wanted so much more than that. I wanted to wrap myself around his hard body and worship him. I wanted to feel him worship me in return. I wanted to give all of myself to him not only because I knew it would feel good, but because it felt right. It felt like he was mine.

He must have felt it too. When I leaned in closer he didn’t hesitate. His mouth was on mine and his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Our lips collided. There was nothing gentle about this kiss.

I opened my mouth to his and our tongues tangled. I couldn’t get enough. I pushed against him, walking him backwards until he hit the desk and perched again on the edge. His legs opened and he pulled me in tight against him. My core was snug against his hardness and I wanted more.

“Off.” I tugged on his jeans, trying to get them undone so I could touch him. He complied, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping not only his own pants, but mine as well. Shaking my feet free, I leapt up to wrap my legs around his waist.

Normally I was a take it slow and get properly warmed up first kind of girl. But with Jett there was a sense of passion and urgency that made all that go out the window. I was so turned on it was ridiculous, and all that just from our kiss.

His mouth returned to mine while his hand delved into the space between us and touched me in just the right way to make me squirm. He had magic fingers, strumming, then gently rubbing, bringing me to fever pitch. And I still hadn’t even seen the goods properly, let alone touched them.

He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth at the same time as a finger sank deep inside me, hitting at just the right spot. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on. My insides clenched involuntarily as I sucked on his tongue, drawing a groan from him. It rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating me to my core. It was the final straw. I shattered, dissolving against him while the waves of my orgasm rolled through me.

“That’s it.” His hand gentled and slowed, withdrawing but not pulling away entirely. The aftershocks were intense. It had been way too long for me and I wanted more. I wanted the full ride.

I reached down to take his hard length in hand, guiding him to where I wanted him most. Inside me.

He stopped me, my favorite hand of his moving from where I wanted it to block my progress. “Wait, condom…” He leaned away from me back over the desk and opened the top drawer. “I’ve got one somewhere.”

I giggled, a girlish sound most unlike the normal me. “Do you often need condoms in here?”

He plucked something from the drawer. His abdominals rippled as he pulled himself back upright and ripped the package open with his teeth. “Emergency supplies,” he gritted. “Help me out, would you?”

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