I picked my head off the bed and must’ve shot him one heck of a glower, because he chuckled, and the sound almost knocked me over the edge, but itdidn’t.
He hummed against me, and a violent desire to smack him seized me. This was torture, and he knew it. And he was enjoyingit.
“You’re evil,” Imumbled.
“I’ve been telling you that allalong.”
I shut my eyes, the thrilling sensations cruelly crumbling away. I almost cried out of frustration but shut up when he resumed drawing lazy circles that turned smaller and tighter until they only targeted one tinyknob.
My orgasm exploded through me, wrenching my lids and lips wide open. I’m not sure if I screamed or only gasped, but if I had only gasped, it was surely the loudest gasp in the history of gasps. So loud it probably pierced the divide between the worlds and filled every Ishim’sears.
After the intense pleasure dwindled, and Jarod had rested the lace back against my no longer shiny core, reality and sanity knocked into me. “How many feathers did Ilose?”
Eyebrows knitted, Jarod lifted his head and scanned the rumpled bedsheets, then levered my spine off the mattress and ran one of his hands underneathme.
The crease on his forehead smoothed, and then his glistening mouth curved with a heartstopping smile. “None.”
Chapter 45
My cage had stretcheda little widertonight.
That was the thought that filled my mind as Jarod loosened the ties around mywrists.
The gloating camber of his mouth and the devilish gleam in his eyes told mehismind was running on a much dirtier bandwidth. “Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, because I’ll be subjecting your sweet body to regular encores.” He licked his mouth, and the pulsing between my legssoared.
Blood prickled my fingertips as it flooded back into my hands, and then it prickled my cheeks even though no leather cord had been wound around mythroat.
Before I could speak, he leaned over and kissed me, and I froze as the taste of my pleasure hit my tongue. My surprise didn’t put a damper on his mouth’s grinding, and after a while, I got used to my taste and opened up forhim.
I curled my arms around his back, then freed his shirt and glided my fingers beneath it, freezing when I encountered the raised outline of his scar. I popped my hands off his skin and my mouth off his lips. “Did I hurtyou?”
“Hurt me?” He sounded hoarse, as though it was his vocal cords that were inpain.
“The cut on yourback.”
“The only thing hurting at the moment is locatedmuch . . .” He lowered his hovering body and pressed his hard length against the inside of my thigh. “Farthersouth.”
Smiling sultrily, or at least, that was the look I was going for, I raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you stillclothed?”
“Because if I get naked, you can forget about your first time beingromantic.”
All of my senses sharpened. “Maybe you can make my second timeromantic.”
He turned to stone. Even his chest stopped moving as though my offer had squeezed all the air out of his lungs. I wrapped my legs around his, pinning his lower body tomine.
The planes of his face tensed and twitched, and so did another part ofhim.
“Honey, I’m home!” The deep voice that erupted through the thick walls of Jarod’s home shattered themoment.
I whipped my neck toward the bedroom door, panicked Tristan was about to barrel inside. Thankfully, the handle stayedimmobile.
Expelling a rough sigh, Jarod buried his nose in the crook of my neck. “I’m very tempted to tell him to fuck off, but he and I have much to discuss.” He kissed me before climbing off my body, then yanked on his bedsheets and draped them over me. As he readjusted himself, he added, “Don’t think for a second I’ll be forgetting about that offer.” He shoved his rumpled white shirt into hispants.
I scooted onto a forearm. “I should probably go back to the guild. I need some freshclothes.”
He halted mid-tuck. “I don’t want you going backthere.”
“It’s where I live,Jarod.”
