Chapter Eighteen
Eagle
I roll in an hour later than I intended to. I wanted to give Serafina some time to get comfortable. No matter how confident she comes off, I can tell she’s freaking out inside, unsure what do with me. Not only that, I wanted her to miss me a little bit. I had some fencing to mend on the far west corner of the property and it seemed like a good time to do it.
In need of a shower and Serafina’s kissable lips, I trudge inside. I open the front door and am greeted by candlelight and loud music—Led Zeppelin.
The blinds are closed, blocking out what little sunlight is left in the day. It’s well past eight. I scan the dimly lit space for her, hoping she’s close. “Serafina?”
She doesn’t answer. I check the bathroom first. No luck. Then I look in the bedroom. She’s standing near the bed, wearing a black lace bra and panties. She’s incredibly beautiful. There’s a single candle burning on the dresser across the room. It sheds enough light for me to see the finer details of her face and body. The body that’s been in my dreams every night since Lazaro’s bachelor party. The face that could ruin a man if he fell in love with her.
“You’re back,” she whispers.
“I had to mend some fences. We’re trying to keep the wild pigs out of the wetlands.”
I take a step and she doesn’t move.
“I hope you don’t mind me raiding your cabinets. I found dozens of candles.”
She can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she keeps wearing lace for me.
“And the music . . .”
I take another step.
“Is Led Zeppelin okay?”
She’s the only thing I can see or hear.
“I also raided the bar.” She points to a bottle and two glasses on the nightstand. “Whiskey.”
I don’t need alcohol; I just want to drink her. Suck on those hard nipples and stick my fingers in her tight pussy, which I bet is wet for me. Soaking, fucking wet.
“How long have you been waiting for me, Serafina?”
“In here, you mean?”
“Sure.” We’re a foot apart now.
“An hour or so.”
My gaze slides up and down her body. The gemstone in her belly button ring glimmers in the candlelight. My eyes instantly search for the studs in her nipples. I like body piercings, especially on her. I find what I want to see. “Take off your bra.”
She does.
I suck in a ragged breath. That body deserves to be worshipped. I want to savor every inch of her, starting with her breasts.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
Need ignites inside me, deep and dark, occupying places long dead. Being this close to her, knowing I can have her, changes everything. She’s more than just a piece of ass. I know that after spending the day with her. She’s beautiful and funny, easy to talk to, and wants me as much as I want her. We gaze at each other.
The animalistic side of me surfaces and I grip her hips, then spin her around without saying a word. I whip her long hair to the side, laying siege to the back of her slim neck.
She squirms in my hands as I bite and lick my way downward, across her right shoulder and back. The faint sent of soap and lotion teases me. I love the way she tastes. My left hand slides down her back, landing in the one spot I long to touch the most. I follow the crevice of her ass until I feel the wetness between her legs through her lace panties. She’s so warm, so willing, so fucking hot. I groan her name, knowing I’m about to lose it.
“Serafina,” I say again.
“Eagle?” She tries to turn around, but I hold her in place.
