“Saros—”
“Do you understand now?” Rich magenta pulsed from him, fading in and out. “It’s not that I don’t want you. I want you so much it’s physically painful to resist being near you. Because I know when I touch or kiss you I will see glimpses, whether you want me to or not. And worst of all, I can’t give you those things you want—things you deserve.”
Goddess, this witch.
“I won’t give up a future with you because of my past. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.” Maybe we were two mutts scrounging for scraps from each other, but I’d rather be a junkyard dog with him than without.
I wouldn’t touch him until he said it was okay. No matter how much I knew we both wanted it, I needed his words.
His choice.
The ball of his Adam’s apple bobbed, and in two strides, he gripped my neck, surging onto my lips.
“What if someone sees?” I heaved between kisses, starting to twist my head toward the window.
“No one comes by this late in the day.” He walked me backward until his hips pinned me against the side of the truck, lifting me until my legs were wrapped about him. He continued to stroke my tongue with his own, groaning into my mouth, the hard bulge straining in his jeans grinding against me.
Goddess, I wanted this. I wantedmore.
But I wouldn’t push him.
Hooking his hands under my ass, he carried me to the counter and pushed the coffee machine off to the side to perch me there. Hiking up my dress by its slit, he spread my thighs wide, settling between them. Magenta pulsed faintly from him, warming my body, his gaze trailing over every inch and landing on my panties. He supported me while I lifted my hips, wriggling them down until they dropped from my feet onto the floor.
Then he knelt down, focus glued to my sex.
“Goddess above, Midnight.” He licked his lips. “You’re soaked.”
My instinct was to squirm, feeling so exposed, light beaming in from the midday sun through the window. But here Saros was, showing me what he wanted.
Us.
I wouldn’t allow my insecurity or nerves to stop this.
“Warn me when you’re close?”
I nodded. “I will.”
Maybe it wasn’t everything we wanted, but it wassomething. I could warn him, then use my Desire to get us both—
He dove tongue first into my folds, the magenta continuing to pulse from him hitting me in waves, his desire blanketing my body with the scent of freshly baked brownies. I leaned against the truck’s wall as his large, callused hands gripped my thighs, pushing them even wider.
He shoved his tongue deep into me, twisting it in divine circles, bringing one hand to cover my womb, pinning me in place.
Oh Goddess.
Saros devoured me with singular purpose. My gift flowed to the surface, wanting an escape.
“Midnight,” he growled.
Desire spilled from my fingertips in response, slamming into him.
His tongue kept working, but he released my thigh, the sound of his zipper the only indication of what he was doing. I brought my chin down, overcome with the need to see. He stroked himself in earnest, eyes on me as he ate me greedily, a glistening bead brimming from his tip.
Using one hand to steady myself, I twisted my other, floating the translucent drop of precum and sticking out my tongue to catch it. I hummed, loving the taste of his craving flitting across my taste buds.
It spurred him on. Growling, he speared me with his tongue, then moved up to nip at my clit. I jerked against his face, gripping his scalp.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, beginning to wriggle my hips away, trying to tamp down the delicious pressure building deep in my belly.
