Her touch disappears, and I can breathe again. Then, using my knees for leverage, she pushes to her feet, her hands still gleaming with the salve.
“You have feeling here?” She presses them against my bare chest.
I nod. “Yes.”
Her hands glide outward, smoothing the tight muscles until she reaches the top of my biceps. It feels so fucking good.
“Here?”
Gods, yes.I nod again.
Then she drags her nails down the insides of my arms, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. She lifts my hand, her slick fingers slipping through mine.
“And here?” A wicked look shadows her eyes, stirring something primal in me.
I nod a third time, words evading me as she lays my hand at the base of her neck and slides her knee between my legs to rest on the edge of the seat. She leans in.
I’m dreaming. I have to be.
“And what about here?” Her thumb brushes over my mouth, pulling at my bottom lip.
And then I can’t stop it.
I can’t stop myself from touching her, from gripping her hips and bringing her closer. From taking her thumb in my mouth and tasting her skin. From sucking on it, letting my tongue swirl and my teeth nip as she watches me fucking crumble for her.
I release it with a pop and tug her forward, scooping her legs onto the seat to straddle me. That little smile finally blooms as she settles her weight down over the aching bulge beneath my shorts.
Fuck, that smile.
All I can think about is her on top of me. And I’m so tired of resisting.
My hands glide over the curve of her ass as I gaze up at her with hooded eyes. Her hips curl against me. The need within us both outweighs any sanity, any reason as she starts to move on me, as my palms guide her back and forth in a way that is completely maddening, in a way I want never to end. Her fingers thread through my hair. She brings her forehead to mine. Her cheeks are flushing deeper by the second, her breaths growing more and more uneven. She tugs on my hair now as she writhes against me faster and harder until we’re both whimpering, about to speed right past the point of no return. Because in about three seconds, I’m ripping the clothes from her body and fucking her right here on this chair.
“You should really lock your door if you plan on getting down and dirty.”
It’s like a record screeching to a halt as Kai ambles in like he owns the place.
“Kai! What the fuck,” I growl. Serena’s head whips around, her hair smacking me in the face.
“Ever heard of knocking?” She scrambles off me, and I bite back a frustrated groan, attempting to cover my lap.
“I’m familiar with the practice, but I don’t really believe in it. Mar sent me to see if you needed help getting Zadyn into the bath. But clearly my presence is completely superfluous. So I’ll just be on my way. Carry on. Oh, and Zadyn—” He turns back, offering me a golf clap and says, “Well done, my friend.”
I rip my shirt off the armrest and chuck it at him. He scurries away like the deviant little sprite he is.
Serena looks back at me and laughs, covering her mouth in the cutest way. She picks up the salve and screws the lid on. “What the hell is in this stuff?”
I stretch my legs. I definitely have more feeling than I did before. I’m sure I’ll have more once the blood pooling in my dick decides to redistribute to the rest of my body.
“Would you hand me that?”
She passes me the walking stick the Matron dropped off. I push to my feet, taking a tentative step toward the bathroom.
“Zadyn, that’s amazing!” she exclaims.
I take another step. The third step is a little tougher, so I pause to gather my strength. Serena steps in to help.
“I’m okay.”
