Rather than his words killing the mood, it murdered the last remnants of Gentry’s self-control. Her body burned with want. Fuck this. She knew when someone was running a con on her. Especially a novice like Kit. But fuck if it wasn’t working. She wanted the gorgeous man to touch her.
It was time to show him how a con was really run.
Gentry put his thumb in her mouth and sucked. She bit lightly and let go, enjoying the way Kit’s eyes widened with surprise. She nuzzled his hand and caught his wrist, guiding him to hold her throat.
Just as she predicted, his hand went slack, applying no pressure where she’d like it the most. “What’s wrong,” she purred, “I’d actually like it this time.” She ran his hand between her breasts and down her stomach and released his wrist just before it went too far.
Kit pulled his hand up as if she’d burned him. “I won’t do that. Not again. I won’t hurt you.”
God, but he sounded sweet and so desperate. Hiding her surprise at his sincerity, she smiled up at him and delivered the final blow. “Then I’ll settle for a kiss since you’re not man enough to give me what I really want.”
The words worked like a charm. Kit’s eyes narrowed. He looked equal parts pissed and turned on. “Fuck. You are crazy,” he said before fisting her hair and pulling her up into a sitting position.
Gentry’s scalp burned wonderfully and she bit back a moan, particularly as he stepped between her spread legs in a single smooth motion. His erection provided the friction she needed, and her legs wrapped around his waist instinctually. He liftedher up by her ass, not a second wasted. Kit was a man on a mission.
Feeling deliciously manhandled, Gentry’s brain hardly had time to keep up when Kit crushed his lips to her own.
fifteen
Kit
Kit never felt more out of control as he claimed Gentry’s lips. This wasn’t at all what he’d pictured when he thought to seduce the little computer geek. He’d thought a few soft kisses and rolling around on the bed would suffice to distract the computer geek while he felt her up for the Favor.
It’d been simple, easy in his head. A nice, slow seduction for an innocent woman who’d been locked up by the government for years. No harm done as he snatched his ticket for freedom and showed a beautiful lady a good time.
But then she had sucked on his thumb like a whore and he’d lost his goddamned mind.
Nothing felt slow or nice as he forced his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her plump little ass with his hand. Every inch of him burned for her. It felt like she was the one controlling him, her soft tits and pussy grinding against him and making all his blood pump straight to his cock. He felt close to insane, battling for the upper hand with absolutely no chance of winning.
She nipped his lip hard.
The slight pain gave him the clarity to remember why he was in this situation in the first place. He flexed his hand against her ass again, trying to discern whether there was a lump in her back pocket.
If only I knew sleight of hand-magic, he thought desperately, but then Gentry pulled his hair and he lost focus again. She was a fierce thing, far more active than Visha or any of the women he’d been with on their ‘off’ months. Most women seemed to like him in charge. Gentry made him fight for it.
Pickpocketing wasn’t a skill he’d picked up — his time on the streets of Skadra had been brief, and underage witches often were given food cards as part of the sanctuary programs — but somehow Kit managed to slip a piece of paper out of Gentry’s pocket. He let it flutter to the floor harmlessly as he set her on the bed, her gorgeous silky black hair fanning against the white sheets.
Her lips were swollen from their kiss and her emerald eyes wild. Triumphant, Kit’s pulse picked up as he chose to straddle above her. This was a fantasy coming to life that he hadn’t realized he’d wanted. A wild romp with a wild girl.
He could leave now. Nothing was stopping him. The Favor was secure; all he had to do was get off the bed and claim it. There was no way she could overpower him in a fight, regardless of magic.
But he stayed, the lust overruling the slight bit of sliminess he felt. “Take your clothes off,” he breathed in her ear, his voice hard.
“Then stand up and watch,” Gentry purred back. She raked her nails through his shirt and he shuddered at the contact.
Holy fuck, she’s perfect.Kit settled back and almost couldn’t believe the show his little nerd put on. She arched her back in a sensuous stretch, the hem of her shirt riding up to reveala smooth, sleek stomach. Just before he was about to demand more, she pulled her shirt off in one motion.
Her tits filled the satin cups of her bra far more than he anticipated, the white globes plump and perky. His dick threatened to mutiny when she slid her dainty hands up and cupped herself. She slipped her hands in and Kit’s world stopped. Literally.
The Favor mark on his left collarbone burned and he stumbled. He’d felt this way back at Mage Headquarters when Gentry had torn the first Favor.
“How?” he asked, his voice hollow to his own ears. Everything in his body screamedObey. Fighting to draw a breath in, he looked down at the floor where the Favor should’ve been and was horrified to see an ordinary blank sheet of printer paper. He’d fucked up.
Smiling evilly, Gentry took her hands out of her bra to reveal a pink slip of paper punctured between her right index finger and thumb. Never breaking eye contact with him, she smugly said, “Nice try with the seduction angle. Really. You can try it again for the next one. As for the Favor you need to fulfill, you will help me find and capture my father tomorrow.”
The Favor releasing him, Kit sucked in air. For a second, Gentry looked stricken at what she’d done, but she recovered quickly as she sat up straighter on the bed. A queen overseeing her servant.
“Oh, you can sleep on the floor this time too.”
