Page 78 of Lost Girl

It rains a lot in London, but I’ve never been caught in a downpour like this, a veil of thick, heavy droplets battering the top of my head. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, shooting another squeal forth from deep within my throat. I try wading toward the shore, but it’s useless. I can’t see a thing, my eyes clamping shut of their own accord to block out the deluge.

Tavi’s roar of a laugh resounds behind me as one of his sinewy arms wraps around my middle, pulling me toward him. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs.

The second I’m close enough, I’m pivoting in his grip, throwing my arms around his neck for purchase. His chest rumbles through another amused chuckle, prompting me to drag my gaze upwards.

Big mistake on my part.

Big-fucking-mistake, because he’s already regarding me with that intense stare. The droplets clinging to my lashes do absolutely nothing to fend off its severity and the effect it has on me. If anything, they only add to the current that seems to radiate off him and lance right through me. My heart doubles in size for a split-second, slamming against my chest like a raging bull.

I can hear it thrashing in my ears.

Feel my pulse thumping against my skin.

The longer he stares at me, the more my mouth dries over, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. A smirk curls his bowed lips, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, what I’m thinking,feeling.

“You’ll have to forgive me, little wolf.” His hands swoop up, one cupping the back of my head, the other claiming my cheek, thumb caressing its wet expanse.

I gulp, breathing through the wave of goosepimples rippling every plane of my body at the ardent force of his hold. “Forgive you for what?”

“For this.” His mouthfinallycrashes onto mine, not brutally, but with enough vigor to leave me breathless.

Dazed.

Moaning softly against his demanding lips.

I’ve never been kissed like this...with such fervor, such need. Not even Peter kissed me this way. It's so consuming, I feel like I can't breathe unless he deepens it.

"Finally." I’m pulling him closer, both needing and wanting more.

"Been waiting for this, have you?" he laughs, releasing me only long enough to grip me at the thighs and pull me up the length of his hard body.

“Yes,” I exhale. “For days now.”

Tavi hums appreciatively and starts for the shore. “That makes two of us, baby.”

Baby.

That word coming out of his mouth, in that deliciously husky timbre, heightens everything about this moment. I don’t know what came over me when I pushed him off the dock, but I’m glad I did it. Seems it gave him the push to unravel and give us what we’ve both been wanting.

Licking into his mouth, I seek out his tongue, urging him to deepen his ministrations.

“Slow down, little wolf,” he laughs again, nipping my bottom lip. “We have time.”

I nip him back to solidify my coming point.“Screw time, Tavi. I want you.”

“All yours as soon as we get to the house.”

Yes.

“The bag,” I remind him as we leave the lake behind. “It’s on the dock.”

“Forget it”—kiss—“I’ll have one of the boys come get it later.”

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The hike backto the house takes twice as long as it should. Every few feet or so, Tavi’s pushing me up against a tree, tearing into my lips. The bark scrapes my bare back, drenched material of my blue dress ripping a little more with each collision.

“What happened to ‘we have time?’” I ask, angling my head back.

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