Page 100 of A Reign of Roses
I stretched my legs, elongating my back, using the movement to bring us so close that there was not a single space left for doubting what either of us wanted. The warmth from his bare chest permeated into the silk of my nightdress. His breath fanned across my neck in hot, ragged bursts.
His length had hardened thickly against my backside. Need spun within me and my mouth watered with it. Those arms had become bars of pure heat across my chest and stomach, and his hands had begun to roam…
He stroked my collarbone gently, just his thumb brushing back and forth. Caressed the silk of my dress across my stomach, right below my navel.
Slow, indolent circles.
I ground my backside against his hardness, movements small enough that the mattress never shifted, nor the duvet wrapped around us. But each nearly imperceptible drag of my bottom up his length or press toward his own chest tightened his hands against my skin.
And drew more moisture between my legs.
Kane’s lips hovered over my cheek. With each fluid movement his breath grew rougher. More raw. I nearly begged him, as their king, to order Griffin and Mari to busy themselves outside of this room for just an hour. Just ten minutes.
Fine, five minutes. I wasn’t greedy.
Kane’s fingers traveled down until they slipped easily under my short silk dress—skin touching skin at last—and all other thoughts eddied from my mind.
A moan lodged in my throat as he dragged a knuckle across the aching bud, swirling his finger over the utterly sensitive flesh, circling, teasing—
His breath ebbed and I felt him grin against my ear as he squeezed not quite gently. Bucking his hips—that throbbing length like granite—against my backside as if he weren’t even aware he’d done it.
And then his fingers…
Finding what I knew would please him so—slick, slippery wetness pooling between my legs. His hand paused there, and a silent breath shuddered from his lips across my neck and ear.
If Griffin and Mari weren’t asleep, they’d hear us for sure. And Kane—
Kane was done for. Dipping in and out of my plump, swollen folds. Running his fingers so lightly across that spot I craved I nearly cried out in desperation.
If someone were going to stop this, it would have to be me.
But the way he was touching me…
The ache that had built in my core—almost more pain than pleasure now—threatened to sweep me away like a whirlwind. I was seconds away from climbing atop Kane and finding my release regardless of Griffin and Mari. At this point the entire city of Revue could watch and I’d let them.
His finger finally curled up and inside me—
Before a truly wanton moan shot through my lips and echoed across the room, I shoved Kane’s hand away. His fingers, soaking wet, fell to my thigh and remained there. He flexed his hand as his breathing echoed in my ear.
His entire body was as tense as my own. His cock pulsed against my bottom.
Griffin stirred on the floor and city lights painted his back as I watched him turn closer to the edge of Mari’s bed. I took a shaky breath and blew it out quietly.
“Soon,” Kane growled against my ear. His voice as rough as gravel and laced with unwavering promise.
Soon, indeed.
27
Kane
After the worst sleep ofmy life—filled with the most lurid, debased dreams—we left bright and early for the bookmaker. As we’d dressed, I could hardly look at Arwen through the haze of my own shame and pent-up need.
By the time we stalked down a charming avenue on our way to Oleander’s home, I’d shaken off at least some of my mind-bending desire. We had an important day ahead of us, and I couldn’t spend it fantasizing about Arwen’s breathy moans.
Mainspring, the neighborhood we’d been staying in, was a hub for serious intellectuals and unsociable fine craftsmen. The cobbled street was lined with still, moody townhomes and luxurious, manicured hedges, most of which sealed the houses off completely from prying eyes such as ours.
“I expected the streets to be filled with artists’ cottages and expensive bookstores,” Mari said. “This is a little dreary.”
