I reached out a curious hand and my fingers brushed against smooth, hot skin. I let my fingers trail up, up, up, over the soft ridges of a ribcage, over strong, firm pectoral muscles, to a juncture where neck met shoulder. I lightly dug my fingers into the taut muscle there, experimenting. The muscle softened slightly in response.
The fingers in my scalp continued their magical movements, while another hand tentatively brushed over my hip. The fingers slid up, ghosting over my waist before curling around to the small of my back.
My pulse quickened in my veins.
I tossed my knee over strong hips, soaking up as much of that warming touch as possible.
My fingers slid up a strong neck, over a defined jaw, slipping onto a pointed ear. I tugged lightly—curious.
A groan sounded in the darkness beside me. I smiled wryly.
The fingers massaging my scalp clenched gently and tugged, lifting my head. Warm breath caressed my face. I relished it—the proximity. Knowing another was so close that I could almost breathe them in.
The hand on my back slid lower, ghosting over the curve of my ass and settling on my calf. Strong fingers curled, encircling my leg.
I leaned in, closer, slipping my hand behind a strong neck.
Lips whispered against mine, almost touching but not quite. I shivered.
The hands on me tightened, grasping urgently.
The lips surged forward, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I moaned against the onslaught. The kiss deepened—a tongue teased at the entrance of my mouth. I shifted my weight, pulling myself onto the deliciously warm, deliciouslycomfortablebody.
I settled on top, my hips aligning perfectly with a massive, burning hardness. Heat flooded my core. I suddenly felt terribly, urgentlyempty.
“Kizzi.”
I deepened the kiss further, my tongue dancing with another, hands gripping flesh. More.More.
“Kizzi.” Louder, this time.
I sat upright and sighed, my head lolling back blissfully as I ground my hips against the delicious hardness beneath me.
“Tandor,” I breathed.
“Kizzi!”
My eyes snapped open.
Blood thundered in my veins, blurring my thoughts. Remnants of sunlight tried to force their way in the window, but they couldn’t make it through the wooden slats. The room was dark.
The body beneath me was perfectly still—practically vibrating with tension.
I froze. The arousal flooding my veins just a moment ago drifted away like a cloud of smoke.
I took stock of the situation, suddenly snapping back to reality.
I was in Sunhaven.
I was in an inn, a room, abedwith Tandor.
And I was shamelessly straddling the poor orc.
I could hardly see him in the shadowy darkness of the room. Tandor laid perfectly still beneath me, his breaths sawing in and out of his mouth. His arms were splayed wide, his hands curled into tight fists.
And he was impossibly, desperately hard.
“Oh, fates.” I whispered.
