If only she could believe that.
Because he most certainly would. Even if it wasn’t his fault. But she couldn’t tell him that. No, instead, she’d seize all they had here and hold on to it as long as she could.
“I know, Sol,” she whispered, bending and kissing his forehead.
His face lit up with a full genuine smile, which nearly broke her heart. “That’s the right answer,” he told her before his eyes turned wicked. “So you get a reward.”
And before she could even think, let alone reach, his hands had gone to her hips, holding her in place, as he slid down. “Hold the bed,” he told her as he took up his position beneath her. Hannah did as asked, squeezing the wood and—
“Oh. My. God,” was all she could gasp as his tongue entered her.
“You taste so good,” he near moaned himself, before lapping her once more. “Perfect and sweet. Like apples.” One arm still around her waist, he slid a finger inside her, then a second, undulating, as he continued with his tongue, just a touch higher.
“Sol—I—” She could barely form the words as he stroked the tiny nub in small, deliberate circles. “Apples.” She cried the word, her nails digging into the bedpost.
“Best food in the world,” he said, his fingers not letting up, continuing the delicious pressure. “Except for you.” Tightening his hold around her, he commanded, “On your knees and grab your breasts. I want you touching yourself too.”
“You are—” she started, but obeyed, matching the rhythm he was creating, faster and harder, with his arm gripping her in place, until she cried out, “Oh—yes,” as she reached for and sailed over the peak, moving through the stars and allowing the shudders to take her. And for Sol to pull her down and hold her against his chest. Which was both too much and not quite enough as their time was growing short by the second.
“Beautiful. That was absolutely beautiful,” he whispered into her hair. “Like you.” He kissed her ear. “I could do that all day.”
“Haven’t you before?” she bit out before she could hold back the words, a painful lump growing beneath her ribs. She swallowed down the memory of Frederick’s words.The attachment always passes quickly enough.
“Are you jealous?” he teased, nipping at her ear.“You’ve no cause to be. I’ve had past lovers, true, but none were you.”
“Oh,” was all she said, for foolishly enough, she wanted to believe him. Forcing herself back into the moment, she rolled on her side and smiled down at him. “But now, I’d like something else.” She ran a hand through his soft, thick hair.
He rewarded her with another one of his lupine grins. “Are you asking me for something, Hannah?”
“You’re ridiculous,” she told him even as she could not stop smiling.
“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug before turning fully toward her. “But do you want something? From me?” He raised a brow. “Very badly?” He bent and kissed her nose. “Because all you have to do…” he whispered, his eyes sparkling as he teased her.
And her heart ached a little. There was so much. So much she couldn’t have. But she would take what she could.
“I want you,” she told him. “I want you inside of me.”
“Done,” he said with a nod before pausing with a rueful smile. “Well, not done. It will be done. Correctly, but your wish is my command.”
“I—” she started as she glanced downward, reminded of the quite large collection of bandages wrapped around his ankle.
He nipped her ear. “I’m young.” And in an instant she was on her back and he was above her. “I know you’re a touch fatigued, being old and all,” he teased, grabbing her wrist to thwart her playful swat.
He bent and took her lips. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry,” he whispered, nudging her legs apart. He reached down and swirled his fingers throughher wetness, worrying her small nub again. “There we go.” Removing his hand, he teased her with his tip, before sliding inside her.
“Perfect,” he said, stretching her, filling her.
And it was. Perfect. Slow and steady, he rocked into her, his eyes never wavering from her face, his thumb continuing to rub circles as she moaned against him.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered as his pace began to speed.
She did as he asked, clinging to him as he joined with her, her hips bucking as the delicious friction took her to yet another climax, him tumbling right behind her, his name on her lips. He quickly pulled out, spilling on the sheets beside them, before taking her lips again, long and hard, as if he was trying to claim something that wasn’t theirs to own.
Then it was over.
And she was easing around his all too lovely body as his eyes closed. As quietly as she could, she climbed down from the bed and began gathering her garments.
“Keep bending like that. You’re giving me a nice view,” he called out. “However, I’m not sure you’re getting this back.” He held up her corset, which he’d somehow managed to snatch up from the floor.
