“I’m fine. Please go.”
“You’re close, lass.” He leans closer, the outline of his hard cock at eye level.
“Close to what?” I swallow hard.
“To giving me that same look. The one I warned you about.” He stares down at me, clearly not giving two shits that I’m naked and told him to leave.
But do I want him to leave? The pulse between my thighs says no. I have to force myself to look away from him. I can’t do this. Hell, I’veneverdone this. That’s a bucket of cold water—the thought that I’d be a bumbling fool at the whole sex thing.
“I see you’ve had a change of heart.” He steps back. “But I haven’t. If you need me, you call me. You say my name like that, lass, and I’ll come running and give you just what you need. I’ll lick your pleasure out of you, then fuck you so filthy and perfect, you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.” The smirk on his lips, the way he seduces me with his words—god, I’m going to combust. “You’ll look at me as I am and still want every bit of me. The same way I look at you.”
A tremble rocks through me as he stalks from the room, his back tense, everything about him on edge.
When I hear the doors to his room slam, I let out a long, shaky breath, then hear the water switch on across the wall.
Shit, that must’ve been how he heard me. He was in the shower right next door. I must’ve missed it when I was … busy.
I move to get out of the tub, but then I hear a groan. My heart, already rampaging through my chest like a bull in the streets, kicks up a notch, and I lean closer to the wall.
Another groan, low and masculine and so damn sexy. My nipples go hard, my body coiling again as I listen with bated breath. He’s … doing the same. He’s doing it where he knows I can hear every single word that falls from his lips. I’m on fire, I’m lit up like a sparkler, fizzing and popping and burning into oblivion.
Then I hear a deep grunt, one that sizzles through my veins, and after that, Hook’s voice rasping and taut. “Moira. Ah fuck, Moira. That’s my good lass. Take it all.”
ChapterFifteen
Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right.
“You have almost as much hair as I do, but not quite.” Widow pins my brown locks away from my face in loose, draping waves.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I look sort of …” I wince. “Shriveled.” God, that sounded worse out loud than it did in my head, and it already sounded pretty damn horrid.
“It’s not as bad as you think.” She tuts. “I got hexed several years back. Turned my nose three sizes too large, my mouth two sizes too small, and don’t get me started about the damage down below.”
My mouth drops open. “You can’t be serious.” I stare at her in the mirror of her cottage. It’s a cozy little house with a warm fire and a few touches here and there—like the intense cutlass collection on the wall—that are completely Widow’s personality.
“Serious. That’s what I got for sleeping with a witch’s man. Of course, I didn’t know he was spoken for when I was astride him.” She shrugs. “I was all messed up after that witch got ahold of me, I can tell you that.”
“How’d you get back to normal?”
“Oh, that part wasn’t too difficult.” She pins another lock of my hair. “I told the witch the truth—that the lout had tricked both of us.”
“So, she undid the spell?”
“Not right away.” She leans down and looks into my eyes. “First we needed a blood sacrifice.”
“Whaaa?”
“Leonard wasn’t the same after that. He was missing a couple of pieces, but his singing voice became quite high and lovely.” She gives me a wicked grin. “Then I was back to my old self.” She turns her head so her profile is reflected. “Though sometimes I think my nose is a hair larger than it used to be.”
“It’s perfect,” I say.
She fusses with my hair a bit more. “All that to say, plenty of folks have had ailments like yours. Magical or whatnot. Doesn’t mean they can’t be reversed.”
“At the Fairy Village?”
“Could be. I’ve never been there, but I’m quite happy we’re going straight to it when we shove off.”
“Why? Aren’t all the fairies dead?”
