Chapter 18
Hook
No sooner had Sage slammed the door behind her than Tink groaned, “Why is the floor moving?”
“You’re drunk.”
She frowned at him. “No shit.”
“What were you thinking?” The anger he’d tamped down rose back to the surface. “Playing that game? Almost exposing yourself?”
Tink pulled the cloak from about her shoulders and stood wobbling. “I can expose myself to whomever or wherever I like! I was almost there. Almost...” Her hands fisted.
“Almost where?” To exposing them to rumors that would spread through half the city before dawn?
“It doesn’t matter.” She half-poured, half-spilled a cup of water from the pitcher on the nightstand. The darn thing wobbled almost as much as her.
She gulped the water and fumbled the cup back onto the small table. When she turned, she gasped, staring up at Hook with that face he saw in his dreams, his nightmares.
“It matters. You could endanger my crew. My—our—mission.” He backed her to the wall, his arms caging her in on either side. This close, he could just smell the hint of ale on her breath. And flowers…something exotic that wasn’t from the bar downstairs. The scent was entirely her. “Almost where? Tell me.”
Her lips pursed. “To forgetting, okay?” She shoved ineffectually at his chest, but bloody hell, he loved it when she tried. “I wanted…” One hand fisted in his shirt, the other ran down his chest. His muscles tightened in response. Heat simmered under his skin. A pink tongue flicked out over her lips, and he almost forgot what she’d said.
“What do you want?” He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers.
She stared at him. His gaze caught hers, savoring the desire simmering there, the sheen of lust looming just beyond the ale-induced blur. Would she taste like the drink he’d chugged or the sweet, floral honey he tasted the first time he’d claimed her lips?
“You.”
Her lips pressed against his—tentatively, questioning. Breath caught in his throat. Time stopped. And then everything rushed back like the crash of waves on the shore. Soft lips crushed further against his, demanding a kiss in return. Lithe arms slid up his chest to wind around his neck.
He met her kiss, eager as a boy.Honey. Fuck. Such sweet, delicious honey.Hook groaned against her mouth. His good hand cupped her soft backside, lifting her into the air as her legs wound around him. Together they crashed against the wall. Tink jerked her head away with a yelp.
Wings. Damn. So delicate. The thought slid away as she shot him a vicious grin and resumed their kiss. Hook stumbled back,the woman of his dreams clinging to him. His leg slammed into something. It didn’t matter. Not with her lips on his, her taste in his mouth.
Bed. They needed—it didn’t matter. Those legs wrapped around him, her hair tickling his face, her moans soft against him. Her tongue swept in his mouth and the world spun. How he’d dreamed of this since the hot spring, to feel her, to taste her, to have her crave him again. He bumped something soft and tumbled backward, taking Tink with him.
She squealed as they fell. Breath fled his chest. Their heads bumped together.
“Ow.” Tink slid back, grinding against his hard, needy cock. Bloody hell, why were their clothes still on?
As if she read his mind, Tink pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it away. Her breeches were already unlaced from earlier, exposing the beginnings of her underthings.
“In a hurry, love?” His voice was thick, hoarse. Gods, he loved the way she scowled when he called her that. It was one reason he kept using it.
She started to unwrap her wings and breasts. What a delight that would be, on both fronts. “Need some help?” He reached for the fabric with his hook, yearning to rip it asunder.
She swatted his hook away with a huff and set about her task. It took everything he had to sit still and watch, especially when she kept wiggling on top of him. Each move had his cock straining against his breeches. He ached to sink inside her, to feel her wet warmth wrapped around him.
He toyed with the edge of her breeches, rubbing his thumb along the soft material of her undergarments, savoring each slide of his fingers near the treasure below.
A soft sigh slipped from her kiss-swollen lips as the last of the fabric fell free. Her eyes closed, and shoulders drooped in simple ecstasy. Bloody hell, how would she look with a taste of realpleasure? Her breasts were larger than he expected, a perfect handful.Aye, ripe for savoring.And savor he would. The back of his good hand trailed up her stomach. She shivered, her gaze never leaving his as he palmed one soft globe in his coarse hand.Divine.
Her glassy eyes hooded. “Like what you’ve found?” Gossamer wings fluttered behind her, catching the light of the room. No, a light all their own. She glowed again.
“You’re glowing again, love.”
A sleepy grin spread across her lips. “Good.”
