“We are discussing this later. I have so many questions.” He brought his hands to my hips, tentatively scooting me toward him on the edge of the bed.
“Sure. Later.” I let my hands wander behind his neck, tugging slightly on the hair at his nape.
“Kizzi,” he said haltingly.
“Yes?”
“Last night, you?—”
“I thought it was the love potion,” I interrupted.
The tension slowly melted from his face, replaced with something warmer. “Ah.”
“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you actually wanted me.”
“I tried to tell you,” he said teasingly, “just how much I wanted you. So much.”
I tugged harder on his neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”
His laugh was a low, hot rumble. “Whatever you want, princess.”
As he leaned toward me, closing the gap between our faces, a rattle from the floor caught my attention.
Hex was rocking their jar back and forth, waves of irritation pulsing from them.
I snorted. “One moment,” I said to Tandor.
I extracted myself from the orc’s grip and scooped the small jar from the floor. I hastily untied the tarp, set the jar outside, and then sealed it up again, leaving a small gap so they could come back inside later if they chose to.
I didn’t care where they went, but they would have to entertain themselves for a while. I knew they wanted to flee just as badly.
Tandor was stifling laughter as I skipped back to the bed, hopping up onto his lap. His arms circled me easily. Naturally. “Kicking the familiar out?”
I nodded. “I’m not into voyeurism.”
“Bummer,” he joked.
“Maybe next time.”
His laughter died out when I pressed my mouth to his.
His lips were smooth and firm as they slid against mine in an intoxicating caress. My blood heated and my pulse pounded. His hands wandered up my back, my sides, my hair, as if he wanted to touch me everywhere at once.
And then he took over the kiss.
Tandor grabbed my waist, hoisting me up and shifting me on his body until I straddled him. My thighs stretched to the point of discomfort to accommodate his broad hips, but they fit.
He devoured my mouth, his lips stroking, his tongue tasting.
His hand fisted my hair, tilting my head back with a gentle tug. He groaned as I settled my weight onto his lap. His cock was hot and hard in his trousers, and I rolled my hips, reveling in the delicious friction.
My head dropped back as I let out a breathy sigh. I rolled my hips again, rubbing myself against him. He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Kizzi,” he groaned.
His mouth dropped to my throat, kissing, nibbling, sucking. Arousal pooled in my stomach.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hands moved to my nightshirt, tugging at the hem. I leaned back, allowing him to peel the shirt from my body. A shiver worked down my spine when the cool air of the room kissed my skin, but Tandor was on me immediately, his hot hands warming me.
