I want you, Quinn,she repeated over and over.Tell me you miss me.
His muscles strained, everything tied to one part of his body waiting for release. “I miss you.”
Her fingers slid along his length up an inch, then stopped, then up another inch. He shook with need.
Do you want me to help Evalle?
“What?”
I could watch out for her.Kizira’s fingers stroked back down, her hand first hot, then cold.
His body clenched. He was panting. The edge was close, just a tip away.
Where is Evalle?
He struggled to recall. “She’s gone.”
But how do I find her?
“Don’t know.”
Pain shot behind his eyes.
Kizira whispered against his ear,Think, Quinn. Where is Evalle?
He swallowed, panting. Jagged shards of glass stabbed each of his eyes.
The pain subsided again and Kizira was kissing him.I have what you want. What you need.
He reached for her, surprised his arms moved. His hands touched bare flesh everywhere. She shivered and whispered seductive words, begging him to give her what she wanted.
Just ask. Whatever he owned was hers.
But he’d never told a woman that and didn’t think—
Her fingers cupped him and he stilled. The delicate touch of her fingers drove him insane. Too gentle to push him into oblivion.
He ground his teeth. She kept teasing him, as if he could grow any larger in the tight skin sheathing him.
When she finally gripped him firmly, he made a sound deep in his throat, a primal need for release.
She said,Tell me where Evalle is and I will give you anything you want.
Somewhere from deep in his mind, a thought came charging forward, as if he’d commanded the very words to march into battle. “She’s with Tristan.”
That’s all I needed to hear. Now I want to feel you inside me.She removed her fingers.
He wanted to snarl at her to go back and finish what she’d started, but it was as if someone had thrown a switch on his body. His muscles and limbs once again functioned.
His skin burned to rub against hers. He rolled her over, feeling nothing but her and sheets touching his skin.
They were both naked.
Just like last time.
Perfect.
The only thing stopping him from exploding when he finally shoved inside her was a basic male drive for control. Carnal need raced through his cells, burning him to take her. He struggled for a second with the sense this was not right, but her muscles clinched and his thoughts splintered. Pulling back, he slowly pushed into her again, shaking with his need for her.
