Page 91 of The Heir's Bargain

I pressed my lips to her neck, nibbled the spot beneath her ear, and explored her body. When Dani wiggled against me, her gasp coming out more of a moan, I knew I had found the spot that would not only be her undoing but mine as well.

"The bed, Fynn," she said through heavy breaths.

"Is that an order, Ferrios?"

"Yes, now move," she growled as she gripped my head between her palms and kissed me.

A logical part of me told me not to listen, but who was I to deny Dani's command? So, when my legs hit the bed, I plopped her down. She unwrapped her legs, and I threw caution out the window. Because when she looked up at me with fire sparkling in her irises and a devilish smirk slipping over her face, I couldn't move away.

And the worst part?

I didn't want to move. I was lost in her, completely and utterly.

She leaned to the side, and my length strained against the fabric of my trousers as she shifted. With a quick breath, she blew out the lantern. All that was left to light the room was the soft glow of the moon sweeping into the room. Shadows swept over her body, and I marveled at the glow of the moon hugging her skin. I had seen her in dresses that clung to her body, that dripped down her skin, but I had never allowed myself to observe Dani for long.

Looking was dangerous. Admiring a woman's body often led to other things, and there had always been a clear line between Dani and me.

But right now, all I could do was look.

And I reveled in the sight before me.

Her curves begged to be touched. The arch of her back had my body reacting in ways I knew it shouldn't. How she propped herself on her arms, her braid falling over her shoulder. How that pesky little strap hung off her shoulders yet again.

I had known Dani was a master at wielding many weapons: the bow, the sword, the dagger. But I had never imagined that she was a master of her own body as well—not in this way, not with such expertise that I would crawl on my knees for her.

"Are you going to do something or just stare?"

I dragged my gaze down her body. "Simply taking my time, Ferrios. Tonight won't last forever."

She stared back with a challenge sparkling in her moonlit eyes. "Tonight's only just begun, Nadarean."

She grabbed me by the neck, but as she pulled me down toward her, she froze. "Whatever happens tonight will not change anything come morning. Deal?"

I swallowed. I wasn't so sure about that because this moment felt like it might change everything.

Yet I nodded. "Deal." I hovered over her, only inches away from her face. My lips brushed the side of her cheek. "But Dani?"

"Yes?"

I dragged a finger down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When I reached the top hem of the slip, I ran my finger atop the thin frill of lace and over the swell of her breasts. "Most don't forget having slept with me."

"Most, huh?"

I nodded, her face brushing against the scruff along my jawline, sending a shiver down my spine.

"There's always a first," she whispered, her voice husky.

"We'll see about that, Ferrios." I chuckled, turning to kiss the spot below her ear.

Friends, I reminded myself.

But would a friend be snaking his hand up his best friend's collarbone? Wrapping it around her throat before finding his way to the back of her neck and tugging her closer to pull a gasp from those sinful lips?

Would a friend be thinking of how those lips would feel wrapped around his throbbing cock?

No, a friend would not.

But I was, and I wasn't sure what that made us.

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