Page 39 of The Inquirer

“Look, I don’t do this,” she said with a sigh. “I fuck. I don’t talk or go on dates or get to know people.”

I didn’t point out that she’d gone on more than one date with me and we’d talked…and gotten to know each other.

“But Rose pointed a few things out to me, so I’m here to…try.”

I swallowed hard and tried not to show how eager I was. “I don’t want to make any assumptions here, Nyx. Please spell things out for me.”

She came over to me and took my hand, uncurling the fingers I hadn’t remembered making into a fist. “I don’t know how to do this, and I don’t plan on staying in Savannah. When my job here is done, I’m going home.” She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. “But I want to do what you asked. Spend time together while I’m here.”

It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but I would take whatever I could get. If we really were as connected as I believed we were, then whatever time she and I would have would serve to show her how good we could be together. I’d worry about the rest of it after we made the relationship official.

I didn’t tell her that, though. I didn’t want to scare her away, not when she was finally here and willing.

“I’m really glad to hear that.” I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I’ve missed you, firebird.”

Color flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t look away as she caught my hand and kissed my palm. “I missed you too.”

I didn’t know which of us moved first, but we were suddenly on each other, mouths fused together, tongues battling for dominance. Her hands were all over me, bare skin burning up my arms and down my back as my muscles tensed and bunched under her touch. My hands did their own exploring, under her shirt to trace the lines of her tattoo, the skin still slightly raised under the ink.

She bit my lip, and I hissed in surprise before pulling her tighter to me and dropping a hand to squeeze her ass. Stinging pain broke out down my spine as she raked her nails across my back. Her hair was in a braid, and I caught it, wrapping it around my hand to give me control. I pulled her head back, and she glared at me, but the only heat in her eyes was lust. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I ground myself against her so she could feel how my body reacted to her.

“This is crazy,” she said, her voice breathless. “You know that, right?’

“I don’t care.” I scraped my teeth over her jaw, and the next breath she took was shaky. “Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to make you come with my fingers.” I pressed a kiss over the fluttering pulse in her throat. “And then I’m going to take you right here, against this wall.”

She shuddered, her nails digging in where her fingers had crept under the waistband of my pants. I was probably going to have bloody nail marks on my ass by the time we were done, but I didn’t care.

“I’m not in the mood to be gentle,” I warned her as I bit the spot I’d just kissed. “So, tell me now if that’s not what you want.”

I sucked in a breath as she nipped the top of my ear.

“I want it.” Her nails dug deeper. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t see straight.”

I smiled, and Nyx must’ve liked whatever she saw on my face because she leaned forward and ran her teeth over my nipple. I cursed, my eyes closing for a moment as she latched on, sucking hard before tugging on it with her teeth. Bursts of bright, pain-pleasure raced in a line down to my groin. My cock had been hard before, but now it pushed against the front of my pants, an aching throb pulsing in time with the pulls of her mouth.

“Dammit, Nyx,” I groaned, then swore as she grabbed my cock through my pants. I opened my eyes and stared down at her. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants.”

“That would be a shame.” She grinned at me, humor dancing in those gorgeous eyes of hers. “This is too nice a cock not to get used as much as possible.”

I grabbed her arms and spun us around so that her back was against the wall. I gave her a bruising kiss, then parted her lips with my tongue, delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of her even as I pushed my hand past the waistband of her pants. My fingers moved over the damp cotton between her legs, pressing against her cleft.

She whimpered, and I pressed harder, rubbing her through her panties. Her hips moved, trying to control the pressure and friction, but I held her where she was, using what I’d learned of her body to push her to climax.

Her body tensed, and she gasped, grabbing my arm with a grip hard enough to hurt, but she didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, the only thing she said was my name, crying it out as she came.

Fuck, I loved hearing her say my name like that.

“There we go, little firebird.” I pulled my hand out of her pants and slid it under her shirt. Her eyelids fluttered as I pinched her nipple. “That’s one. You stay right here while I get a condom, and then it’ll be my mouth’s turn to get you off.”

She gave me a sleepy sort of smile and let her head rest on the wall. Her eyes, however, followed me. I could feel the heat of them on my skin as I hurried to my room. I grabbed a condom from the drawer and was back in the living room before she had a chance to recover enough to move. I’d told her to stay put, but I hadn’t been sure she’d actually do it. Besides the fact that she wasn’t the most submissive woman in the world, I hadn’t known if her legs could hold her.

I went to my knees in front of her and reached for her waist. I watched her face as I undid the button and slowly pulled down her zipper. She ran her fingers through my hair, the expression on her face different than anything I’d seen before. Softer. Not gentle, but like some of the guards she’d had in place weren’t there anymore.

I pulled down her underwear with her pants, then helped her step out of them, baring her long, shapely legs, the curve of her hips, and that oh-so-tempting juncture between her legs, with those dark auburn curls. I didn’t waste time on admiration, though. I wanted to taste her, and I wanted to make her come again.

She gasped when my mouth pressed against her, then cried out when I ran my tongue along her slit. The taste of her burst across my taste buds. Salty and so much her. Her thighs rested on my cheeks, and I felt those muscles quiver as I flicked my tongue back and forth across her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Bradyn.” She squirmed, pulling at my hair until my scalp burned.

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