Page 46 of The Gathering Storm

“You’re asking instead of telling.”

“Should I not?”

“This from the woman who threatened to chain me to her bed if I was late tonight?” He tucked her hips closer against his growing erection, enjoying the frisson of pleasure where the tip of his cock poked against her lower stomach. “Maybe I would’ve liked it.”

“Being chained?”

“Yeah.”

An image flashed through his mind, of himself lying spread eagle on top of her bed, his wrists and ankles tied down, and damned if heat didn’t throb through him. He slid a hand between their bodies, found her core, and slid a testing finger into her pussy. Hot, wet, tight. Desire swept through him, and with it the ever present heat of longing. Was it too soon to take her again?

Her hand grasped his wrist, stilling him. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He ran their conversation through his head and tried to pinpoint exactly which question she was referring to, honestly he did, but it was late, he was tired, and his woman was naked and beautiful and so close, he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. “Which question was that?”

“Will you move in with me?”

Oh, right. That question. “Let’s see how spending the weekend together goes.”

She was silent for long moments while embers popped in the fireplace and his fingers eased in and out of her pussy, in spite of her restraining hand. At last, she released him and rested her head on her curled up arm. Her eyelashes swept down, hiding her beautiful eyes from him again, and her fingertips traced random circles on his skin.

“Are you reluctant because of the woman you want?” she asked.

That caught his attention, snapping right through the fatigue and desire roiling in equal measures within him. “What woman?”

“The one Moira said…” She rolled her shoulder in a half-shrug. “She said you’d been eyeing another woman.”

Anger caught him unaware, flaring bright. He slid his fingers out of her and caught her chin, forcing it up until her gaze met his. “Is that what you think of me, that I’d fuck one woman while I’m interested in another?”

She shook her head, pursed her lips together, but something lingered in her gaze, something miserable and unbelieving and completely unlike the arrogant Daughter he’d come to know.

He tightened his grip on her chin. “Tell me exactly what she said.”

“That you weren’t taken, but your eyes, quote, drift often enough to a certain woman.”

He let her chin go as the anger faded under humor. “That’s true enough.”

Sig sucked in a breath and her gaze flew to his. “Then what are you doing here with me, Will?”

“Making love to the woman I’ve been eyeing since the day she walked into my bar.” He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs, and brushed his lips against her ear. “It was always you, honey, always.”

Her hands clutched his ribs and a soft sigh issued from her throat. “Oh.”

“Don’t ever doubt me again,” he said, then eased his cock into her pussy and gladly demonstrated exactly how much he’d always longed to be with her.

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