“You woke me to say hi?” He arched one careful brow.
Woke him. She blinked. He’d been asleep? Asleep…and dreaming of her. “I…” She pushed to her feet, her breasts peeking out from the fall of hair over her shoulders.
Hook sat a little straighter on the bed.
No going back now. “I…just wanted to say that these don’t quite fit.” She tugged the string on the borrowed underthings, letting them slide to the floor.
His gaze raked her, crawling down every inch of her body in the most delicious and all-consuming way. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said he’d woke from a pleasant dream to a better one, and he still couldn’t believe it.
Hook shook his head and ran his hand down his face again. “Well, love.” His voice was thick and sweet as honey. "We’ll have to do something about that.”
A subtle glow lit the room behind her. Her wings. He didn’t even have to touch her and they lit for him.Wicked things.
A glint of light on metal caught her eye. His hook lay on the side table, absent from his arm. She hadn’t even noticed. Hook followed the line of her gaze and slid his arm behind him as if to hide it.
Now, now, we can’t have that. Tink crossed the room to him. Each step was harder and easier at the same time. His inviting grin pulled her in just as it twisted the knot of desire tighter within her. When her legs nearly brushed his, she ran the back of her hand down his handless arm. “I like you just how you are, you know. Even if you are a pirate.”
He leaned back on his good arm, as if he refused to touch her despite his obvious desire to. “Is that so, love?”
“It is. And I’ll have you know, I’m completely sober this time.”
Hook sucked in a breath as Tink straddled him, her knees on the bed to either side of his hips. Tink gasped as he grabbed her ass, tugging her close until his cock slid against her thigh and precariously close to her eager opening.
Her hands explored his chest, sliding over strong shoulders, up his neck, through his damp hair. Every inch of him was as wondrous as she imagined. No—better. Her skin tingled as she placed one hand over his racing heart and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, James.”
The slow grin that stretched across his face, even as his eyes hooded, nearly had her coming right there. He leaned in. Stubble tickled her cheek before he took her earlobe in his teeth. Her core clenched, ass tightened in his palm. “Are you sure?” he crooned.
More than. Nothing had ever felt so right. She dipped her fingers between her lower lips, coating them in her wetness. “Yes,” she whispered. Hook groaned as she ran them over his cock, spreading her moisture there. “And I’m more than ready for you.”
He crushed his mouth to hers and pulled her further onto the bed. Their teeth knocked together, but it didn’t matter, not with his taste in her mouth, his hand on her body. She wanted all of him, pirate or no. And she was ready to give all of herself to him. Today. Tomorrow. And the next.
A calloused hand teased her breast as he broke their kiss. A flick of his thumb over her nipple had her squealing in delight. “Do climb aboard, love. Or would you prefer me to captain our ship?”
Tink pushed him down onto the bed. “Filthy pirate.”
“Aye.” His eyes hooded. “But there’s only one treasure I desire.”
“Lucky you.” She wiggled her brows with a grin.
Hook trailed his fingertips down her chest where she crouched above him, sliding across her belly, then lower… Gooseflesh broke out across her skin. Lightning flashed, the searing light slipping through the closed shutters. Thunder rumbled, and he echoed it with a rumble of desire deep in his throat. “Such a lovely forest.” He flicked her clit, sending a bolt of desire straight to her core. Another flick and she bucked toward him, unable to withstand the taunt.
Tink swatted his hand. “Do you want me or not?”
He slid his hand behind his head and glanced meaningfully at his cock where it jutted between them. “What do you think, love?”
A soft golden glow spread behind her. Her wings twitched as she tentatively took him in hand. He was so warm. Hard yet soft. So delightfully thick and eager. Her thumb slid over the tip, finding a bead of moisture there and rubbing it down his length to mix with her wetness she’d painted on him.
Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself onto his length.
He sucked in a breath, cock twitching in her hand as the tip touched her wet folds.Nessa’s flute, he is big. She bit her lip and took him inside her, inch by tortuous, slow inch. Hook’s gaze locked with hers, sure, steady, full of raging desire as they drew together. And oh, how he filled her, stretched her in the most delicious way.
“James,” she moaned.
His nostrils flared, and he moved, just the smallest twitch that lodged his cock deep inside her. Tink’s back arched. Her core tightened around his girth. Her whole body tingled, that dam of pleasure so close to bursting open already.And revered elders, he hadn’t even moved.Just the feel of him deep within her nearly took her over the edge.
Her hands trailed down his chest, savoring the hard muscle dusted with dark hair. He was glorious, and she looked her fill, savoring his strong jaw and the stubble that coated it, his slightly pointed nose, that wicked mouth that even now stretched into a contented grin, his dark, grey eyes, hooded with lashes that many women would envy. And his hair—how she loved to tangle her fingers though those dark locks.
“You’re glorious, love.” It wasn’t just lust radiating from his face as he took her in. No, something else lay behind those stormy eyes, something that aroused her as much as it scared her.
