He held me closer, brushing the tip of his nose against mine. “I foresee only dancing in our future. Especially the kind we did in The Hollow.”
I gaped at him and accidentally stepped on his foot.
He laughed again, spinning me about with his warm hand clamped on my waist.
Sparks of desire whirled through my body. I wanted them to incinerate me.
Aiden’s eyes darkened, and he held me even closer. Closer than the dance was supposed to be.
“Give me tonight, Kiera,” he whispered. “Make love with me until the sun rises. Let me show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
My core clenched, and a soft groan escaped my lips. “Yes. Please.”
He flashed a wicked grin down at me. “Then run away with me, little thief.”
Chapter 53
Kiera
We left without a word.
Everyone else had joined in the dancing while we talked. And no one called out to us as Aiden grabbed my hand and tugged me away from the fire.
We ran through the snow back to our little lodge. My heart pounded as hard as if I’d raced a mile.
Aiden swept open the door flap and pulled me inside. His lips were on mine before I could catch my breath.
But I didn’t care. I wanted him to steal my breath, my heart, my body.
I wanted him to have every part of me.
We kissed with a desperation that knocked over the stool and made the lamp swing wildly. I nearly fell back on the bed, but Aiden caught me.
He hauled me upright and cupped my face in his hands. His tongue swept over my lips, then dove into my mouth.
I curled my tongue around his, and he groaned, long and deep, as we devoured each other. My belly fluttered, and I scraped my nails over his bare chest and back.
He tried to slow the kiss, to gentle it. I pulled away.
“No,” I said huskily. “I can’t go slow right now. I need... I need everything. Fast. Hard.”
“Gods, yes,” he growled.
He picked me up and tossed me on our bed. He yanked off my boots, then settled himself over me. His lips found mine once again, warm and needy. He dragged up my skirt, caressing my bare skin as he did so.
I whimpered into his mouth.Too slow, too slow. Please, Aiden.
He cupped me through my undershorts. I ground against his hand shamelessly, embers already smoldering in the pit of my stomach.
“What do you want, love?” he murmured as he kissed down my throat. “One finger, or two?”
“T-Two,” I stammered.
Aiden hummed in approval. “Greedy little thief.” He pulled my shorts aside and slid in one finger, then two.
I gasped and jerked.
He chuckled and curled his fingers, then started sliding them in and out. Over and over.
