“Not that far. But I want some alone time with her—if you know what I mean…”
He chuckled. “I understand. Sometimes when you face death, it makes you want to live more fully.”
Gwyneth folded her arms and didn’t seem all that happy about it. “I can hold off the party until tonight, I guess…”
Sly smiled. “That would be much appreciated.”
Nathan draped an arm around Gwyneth’s shoulders. “Fine by me.”
She looked up at him and said, “I suppose you want to fool around too?”
His smile lit up his whole face. “Well, Ididrisk my life.”
She let out a chuckle. “Nice try. See y’all tonight. Sly, tell my cousin I’m glad she’s okay.”
He grinned. “I will.”
Without waiting for goodbyes, he turned and ran down the alley. He wanted to go at top speed, but people might notice a black blur, so he held himself to a fast jog thatwashumanly possible.
A few minutes later, he spotted her.I’m here, darling.
She turned in his direction. As soon as she saw him, she ran toward her love.“Thank the Goddess!”
They came together in the middle of the street, and he swept her up in a tight embrace. He whirled with her in his arms and set her down as cars and buses honked at the lunatics playing in traffic.
They made their way safely to the sidewalk, and she said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”
He touched his forehead to hers. “Would I ever desert you?”
She gave him a quick peck. “No way.”
Chapter nineteen
They strode hand in hand from the subway station to the block where their building stood without saying a word. One would occasionally glance over at the other and smile. Morgaine knew exactly where they were going and what they would do, and she didn’t need to be psychic for that.
When they reached their stoop, Sly dropped her hand to retrieve his keys and let them in. They entered his apartment and stripped off their clothes on the way to his bedroom. They moved in complete silence. It seemed as if words would break the spell.
Standing beside the bed, she stared at him. His molten brown eyes held an intoxicating mixture of relief and desire. No. It was more than desire. Heneededher.
He gazed at her a moment longer. “I thought I’d lost you.” Sly leaned in and closed his mouth over hers. Her eyes fluttered closed. Lust simmered between them, and she took an instinctive deep breath, fusing their lips together. Heating up, their tongues found each other. They met and swirled, and a murmur of delight escaped her.
Morgaine broke the kiss, sighed deeply, and let her body drop, still holding him. They landed on the bed, bounced, and laughed. He nuzzled her neck. “I love you,” he whispered.
He said it.She had been dying to hear those words. Elated, she felt as if her heart would burst. Suddenly, all their passionate feelings for each other turned into non-verbal communication with more and deeper kisses.
Their tongues tangled sensuously. She embraced him and felt the warm flexing of his broad back. They rolled toward the pillows, then back toward the foot of the bed. They hadn’t even turned lengthwise yet.
He slid his hand up her rib cage to capture a full breast and kneaded it. She offered him complete access and moaned when his mouth found her nipple.
He suckled her briefly, then maneuvered their bodies lengthwise and toward the middle of the bed. When she felt his bare chest on top of hers, and his hard erection nudging the juncture of her thighs, she basked in the erotic promise. His passion would penetrate her to the core.
She bucked her hips against him. The friction of his cock against her clit drove her wild. Her mind melted into an oblivion where only the two of them existed. The light coating of black hair on his chest rubbed her nipples into stiff peaks.
His tongue massaged hers in hungry strokes and he slipped one hand around her back to cup and squeeze her buttocks. A warm shiver passed through her.
He lifted his swollen lips from hers. Every nerve ending tingled. He lowered his head over one breast and his ebony lashes hid his eyes as he captured the nipple in his mouth and sucked. She arched and moaned, unable to help herself. His clean, musky scent filled her senses. He slipped both arms around her back, encircling her completely. He was so strong and yet so impossibly tender.
He swirled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nipple. Morgaine arched her back, trying to push her breast further into his mouth. He seemed to understand her silent plea and sucked deeper, harder. White hot ripples radiated from her breast to her core. Her womb clenched. She opened her thighs wider, inviting him to take her. Instead, he kissed a hot trail to her other breast and suckled that one thoroughly too.
