Page 260 of Primal Bonds

He sucked her finger into his mouth, and her inner thighs clenched. His mouth was so warm and wet, the eyes gazing into hers promising heated things. He released her finger and she swayed toward him.

He kissed her and then set her a little away. “Lord knows I want you, but I should feed you first. We can get something to eat in town.”

“I am hungry.” She slid her arms around his neck. “But I want this more.”

Fane’s hands moved down to grip her ass. He dragged her up against him so she could feel his erection through his leather pants. “I shouldn’t. You…”

He trailed off as she rubbed her breasts against his shirt, the material rasping pleasurably against her nipples.

“Yeah,” she said in husky whisper, “you should.”

He lowered his mouth to hers again. It was a deep kiss, full of need and love. She took that love into herself and returned it, stroking her tongue over his, sucking it into her mouth.

He traced his lips down her throat. He was licking her nipple when her smartphone pinged from the kitchen table.

“Leave it,” he murmured.

She drew a shaky inhale. “I can’t. It’s Adric. I should give him a call, let him know I’m okay.”

“Right.” He kissed his way across her breasts to her other nipple before releasing her. “Make it quick,” he said as she reached for the quartz.

“I will.” When she turned back, he was shrugging out of his shirt. The hand holding the quartz dropped to her side as she took him in: broad shoulders, an abdomen ridged with lean muscle. Curly hairs formed a dark T that arrowed into the waistband of the black leather pants encasing his long legs.

And he said she was beautiful… She swallowed, still not quite believing he belonged to her.

He dropped the shirt on a chair and rummaged in a cupboard for two glasses. She watched the play of his muscles across his back and shoulders as he ran the water and then filled the glasses.

That leather-clad ass was a woman’s hot dream—firm, muscled. Perfect. She wanted to lean forward and take a bite.

He turned to hand her a glass of water and caught her staring. His mouth quirked, but all he said was, “You thirsty?”

“Thanks.” She dragged in a breath and accepted the glass. “You know what? I’ll just text Adric for now.”

After taking a drink, she shot off a quick message to inform her brother she was safely out of Iceland and would call later. Then she sauntered the few feet to her sexy mate and stroked her fingers down the lean, hard muscles of his chest.

“Wanna show me the bedroom?”

His eyes glittered. “Fuck, yeah.”

Setting a hand on the small of her back, he urged her toward the living room and the stairs leading to the second floor. She barely had time to snatch up her quartz on the way by the table.

Fane stopped at the foot of the narrow flight of stairs. “After you,” he said with a gentlemanly nod.

She started up, and then realized his letting her go first had nothing to do with being a gentleman when he smoothed a hand down her ass. She laughed at him over her shoulder. “You’re a bad man, Fane Morningstar.”

He grinned back. “I like the view from back here.”

Joy bubbled up in her. And that was so wonderful, to feel happy when she was naked with a man—happy, and turned on.

She swiveled to face him and just to tease him, moved up, one step at a time, her gaze locked on his.

The grin wiped from his face. He followed after, stalking her, slow and sexy, his face level with her breasts. His gaze went to her nipples, which had formed hard points of arousal, and then down to the nest of curly black hair at the apex of her thighs.

She walked up another two steps, but Fane remained where he was so that his head was now level with her navel. When she moved her foot to the next step, he reached out and snagged her by the hips, halting her. His mouth touched the soft skin beneath her navel, and then moved lower to brush over her curls.

She stilled, waiting. And then his mouth touched her clit.

Heat streaked up her spine.

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