His expert fingers find the string tie at the center of my breasts, and he quickly pulls the knot free. The material slips away, revealing even more of me to the mirror and to him.
I’m watching every movement, every hitch of his breath, and seeing it does things to me I can’t explain. It gets my blood pumping and my skin tingles everywhere his gaze lingers. I ache for more of him; it’s a need I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully conquer. But as he reaches under my shirt and releases one of my naked breasts, I moan out loud.
He begins to rub my nipple with the pad of his finger, and I want nothing more than to taste his lips again, butwhen I try to turn around in his arms, he holds me firmly in place.
“I want you to watch yourself come undone by my touch,” he whispers as he continues to play with my breast and leave hot kisses along my neck. His words draw a shudder from me, and I lock eyes with him through the reflection. “I want you to see what I see when you’re drowning in pleasure.”
“Avurm…” My knees weaken.
As he kisses up to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe, he slips his free hand up my thigh. When fingers brush my sex, I jump.
I can do nothing but watch him through the mirror. His hooded eyes as he watches my reactions, my own expressions as he touches and teases me… It’s almost too much to take.
One finger disappears inside me, pushing past my tightness, my breath catches.
He grins. “You’re beautiful,” he mutters.
For the first time in my entire life, I believe it. Ifeelit. In my heart and soul. With the way Avrum’s adoring me, I can’t see a way he could be wrong.
His thumb finds the most sensitive part of me and rubs it. My hips move to match the rhythm, and my legs open wider for him on their own. He responds by sliding another digit in while picking up pace with his thumb.
Pleasure mounts. There’s a familiar tightness in my lower belly and hotness spreading over my skin. When he gets me to my peak, I gasp loudly and lose all strength in my legs. It if weren’t for Avrum’s strong grip on me, I would’ve surely fallen over.
But his grip is firm, even when my breathing turns ragged and I collapse into his embrace. Just then, Avrum spins me around and captures my mouth for another hungry and head-whirling kiss. Our tongues dance and slowly he moves us both toward the bed. Wanting more, I reach for the fasten of his pants.
“Move aside,” a shrill voice barks from outside my door. We both halt.
As if I’d been dunked in ice water, every part of me freezes over.
“I am Haven’s caretaker, so I’m the only one meant to be stationed at her door.”
It’s Keagan. I can recognize that high-pitched, heavily Irish-accented voice anywhere.
Terrified, I glance up at Avrum, but he only hushes me with a shake of his head.
“I was told this was my post,” the unknown guard replies outside.
“By whom?”
“By Brenin.”
Keagan growls fiercely. The shadows beneath the doorframe shift. “I am the head of the guard, and I order you to disregard his command and renounce your post,” he says.
My pulse quickens. Will Keagan come in? If we’re discovered, I’ll never be able to see Avrum again.
“I’m sorry, Keagan, but I was given strict orders from Brenin to remain here until he gave word. He is Lord Henri’s second, after all.”
Keagan shouted curses at him.
As they continue to argue, I smooth the top of my shirtand retie the knot to hide my exposed breasts. When I go to reach for my gown on the floor, Avrum pulls me back up by the hand.
Our eyes meet. “I am sorry it has taken me so long,” he whispers, “but with everything that has happen and may happen, I feel as if I have to say it.”
Confused and nervous, I glance back to the door. Any minute it could open and reveal what we were doing.
“Sayit?What do you mean?”
He leans forward and takes the sides of my face in his hands. “I am in love with you, Haven.” A smile lights up his face. “I’ve fallen completely and madly in love with you.”
