Page 76 of Tower of Tempest
I gave him a look. “You do flirt with everyone like that.”
“Not since you first appeared in my dreams.” His face grew serious.
He reached out and brushed my cheek with his knuckles. I could scarcely breathe, scarcely believe what he was saying. Desire spread between my legs at his words.
“Loch,” I whispered, his face so close to mine, “thank you for coming for me.”
“I’ll always come for you,” he said. “Haven’t you learned that by now?”
My throat grew thick, and I wasn’t sure what to say in response to that. He’d done so much for me, and I hadn’t given him anything in return. I didn’t deserve him.
His hand fell away at whatever he must’ve seen on my face. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Let’s get you back to the ballroom. We can talk more, figure out what we’re?—”
“No,” I said, desperation taking over all logical thought. I didn’t want to go back to the ballroom, didn’t want to leave this little alcove where it was just me and Loch and the stars.
He stilled.
I grabbed the lapels of his jacket and tugged him to me. “Stay with me just a little longer?”
He studied my face, his eyes dark and glassy. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”
The words sent a thrill through me, and I remembered how it had felt when he’d touched my wings, the desire that coursed through me, same as now. “Maybe I am,” I said, rising to the challenge.
I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never seduced anyone in my life, but Loch had a way of bringing out a side of me I didn’t recognize.
“Good.” His voice dropped low. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
And then his lips were on mine. I clutched his jacket tighter, balling it up in my fists as his mouth moved with my own, teasing it open, tongue slipping inside. He kissed me harder, pushing me into that stone ledge, hands roaming up my wings, fingers dancing along the sinew and bone.I let my head fall back as his hands roamed, gripped, kneaded. I wanted those hands everywhere. He threaded his fingers through my hair, but heat pierced every inch of me where his hands had been, my body now a fire that only he could put out.
“Loch, I need you,” I said, brazen in a way I’d never been before.
My breath hitched as he gripped my waist and hoisted me up onto the stone ledge.
He gazed up at me, pupils blown wide. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this?” His hands skimmed under my skirt, over my legs, and in between my thighs, until—Oh. I tensed, and he stopped. “Is this okay? We don’t have to do this?—”
I reached down and put my hand over his. “Don’t you dare stop.”
A wicked smile took over his lips, and he tugged down my silk panties until they were stretched between my ankles. Then he was lifting my skirts higher, and his head lowered in between my legs.
“What are you—oh blood and skies.” I moaned as he fastened his mouth over the slick heat between my legs, his tongue sweeping down my slit. He let out his own moan of pleasure, which shot straight to my core.
I’d read about this in books, and the descriptions had always heated my blood, but the reality had me boiling, my entire body lit up in flames as he licked like I was a feast he wanted to devour.
My hands fisted in his hair, body trembling. I was losing all control.
“You taste so damn good,” Loch murmured into me.
His hands gripped my thighs, thumbs kneading into them, sending even more sparks to fan the flames erupting in me. Instinct took over, and every thought fled from my mind as I became a ball of clay under his mouth and hands, ready to be molded into whatever he desired. I arched back, my hips and pelvis rising as he applied a delicious pressure with his mouth. Forget a fire, now I was melting into pure molten liquid under him.
“You really are a man of many talents,” I gasped out.
He chuckled, and the sound rumbled through me. “I will gladly show you my talents. As many times as you’d like.”
I’d always thought this type of situation might be awkward, that I’d be clumsy and have no idea what to do, but my body responded so easily to him. I rocked my hips to match the rhythm of his tongue,which he now moved in quick strokes up and down my center. The tip of it teased my entrance, and I tilted my pelvis, needing more, more, more.
He plunged his tongue inside, and I gasped out loud. “Spirits below.”
His hands gripped my legs tighter and his tongue swept inside me, and then he was licking up and down my center again, deepening the pressure, the stubble of his chin rasping against me.
