Page 130 of A Legacy of the Light

“But your needy little moans are far too distracting,” he whispers, then gently bites right behind my earlobe, making me arch into him with one of the moans he was just talking about.

“Tavish,” I pant.

He groans against me. “Let’s add you saying my name like that to the list of things I’m not going to forget.”

I grip the hair at the back of his neck and pull his mouth back to mine. I pour all of my desire into the way my lips mold to his until we’re breathless and clawing at each other.

I kiss my way along his jaw. “What else is on this list?” I ask softly in his ear.

Tavish releases my hair and slides his hand to my ass and pulls me closer so I rock against him.

I nibble on his earlobe and his jaw tenses in the corner of my eye. I smile and make my way down his neck with kisses, bites, and licks. The taste of him makes something feral unfurl inside of me. I need more.

“The way you taste,” he hisses between clenched teeth as I continue to tease his neck. “The way you look at me when I know you want me.”

He tips his head back and tightens his grip on my waist when I rock into him again. At the same time, I bite his neck where it meets his collar bone.

“Fuck, Elsie.”

My name on his lips makes my legs tighten around him.

“I’ll never forget the way you looked in the meadow. The shape of your hard nipples and beautiful breasts. And how the need to have them in my mouth, to taste them, has had me tugging on my cock like a desperate fucking teenager every night since.”

I pull back from his neck to look at him, question written all over my face. I knew he desired me but I didn’t know I had that much effect on him.

“You don’t realize how beautiful you are, Elsie. If you would let me, I’d fucking show you how badly I need you.” He pushes into me to emphasize his point.

“Tell me,” he continues before I can catch my breath. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Have you made yourself come imagining my head between your beautiful fucking thighs? Because I have.”

All the oxygen in my body leaves at the same time. My underwear is getting wetter with every word out of his mouth. If he keeps going, all of my reservations about sleeping with him will fly out the window.

“Tell me,” he demands in a growl.

I nod. Not able to form the words.

A satisfied smirk pulls at his mouth. The mouth that’s slightly swollen from our kisses.

He cups my cheek and pulls me to him, biting my lip and kissing me so thoroughly that my moans and groans all blend into each other.

“Show me.”

“Show you what?” I pant.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

Tavish flips us so I’m beneath him and my legs wrap around his hips. He takes my hand that was resting on his shoulder and guides it under my sweater, and beneath the band of my leggings.

“Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking about me.”

Wicked pleasure spirals through my body and I do as he says.

I slip my hand between my legs and arch into him when my fingers connect with my clit. My underwear is drenched. Drenched because of him. And his mouth. And the dirty words he whispers to me.

I start to circle slowly, pulling my lip between my teeth.

“Are you wet for me, Elsie?”

I moan. “Yes, Tavish,” I say, closing my eyes.