Page 117 of A Baron of Bonds
“Who, me?” I replied, backing up to the door. “I’m doing as you requested, Baron Revich.” I bit my bottom lip, just for him. “I’m going to our rooms to relax.” I let my voice fall, soft and sultry.
He followed, taking my hand and throwing the door open, pulling me toward our place of rest.
My lips grazedRev’s jaw, freshly shaven since this morning, and I slipped my leg over his stomach, claiming what was mine. His breath still quick, his heart still pounding, I absolutely adored knowing I did this to him.
I pressed my cheek to his chest, listening to his racing heart steady as he brushed his hands over my hair.
I followed the definition of his muscles, my fingers rising and dipping over each one lightly.
“That tickles,” he rumbled, jerking slightly as my fingers brushed his side.
I gasped, raising my head. “The great Baron of Felgren isticklish?”
“Yes.”
I shifted and pressed my mouth to his, coaxing his tongue to come back out and play with other parts of me.
He reached up to take my face in his hands, accepting my challenge to continue. “You’re not done, are you?”
I shook my head silently, pulling myself up over his stomach, sliding my body along his skin.
A knock came at our door, and I cursed.
Rev kept his eyes on me, holding my hips and sliding my body back down his stomach. “What is it?” he grumbled, watching my face light up in pleasure as I slipped forward again.
“I’m sorry to disturb you.” I recognized Jesslyn’s muffled voice, one of Lia’s kitchen aides. “But Moira has returned and is refusing to leave the kitchens until she speaks to Karus.” She paused and I glanced down to Revich in frustration. “She says it’s about the Growers? She won’t elaborate—you know how she gets.”
I slipped back down his body one more time, wishing I could stay there and take my pleasure one slide at a time, knowing I couldn’t.
“Thank you, Jesslyn. We’ll be right there,” I called, hopping off of Rev and off the bed, my mood souring as I pulled on my undergarments and skirt, huffing to the wardrobe to pull a new shirt from a hook.
Rev sidled up behind me before I could put one on and wrapped his arms around my breasts, pulling my back to his chest.
He was still naked, a fact I knew from how hard he was against my backside.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered at my neck, finding the curve of my jaw with his lips.
“You’re not helping,” I chided, grabbing my shirt and turning to hand him his.
The moment I did, he kissed me fully. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he replied, pulling slowly from my lips and leaving me dazed.
He took his clean shirt from my hands, slipping it over his shoulders and helped my arms into mine.
What a woman I had turned out to be.
Completely taken, no real sense of direction when he did this to me. A creature of his bidding, I’d do whatever he wanted in those moments where I saw only him.
I blinked rapidly, finding some strand of strength to recover. I cleared my throat as he buttoned my shirt so painstakingly slowly, grazing longer than he needed over the curve of my breasts. “Are you planning on being absent from this conversation with Moira?”
“Yes,” he admitted, finishing the last button, one further down from where I usually buttoned my shirt.
“Don’t you want to know what she has to say?”
“Of course. And you’ll tell me.” He walked back to the side of the bed where his pants had been tossed aside with little regard for potential wrinkles, and I watched blatantly. “I need to check on Pompeii. And then meet the channelers on the steps, just as I asked.”
Tucking his shirt into his black pants, he donned his black vest, finishing the last few buttons and kissing me one more time. “Join us when you’re done?”
I blinked again, clearing my senses and nodding. He took my hand, bringing the inside of my wrist to his lips, kissing it softly and pulling me along to our boots which had been flung across the room minutes earlier. We pulled them on and left our rooms, me regaining my dignity and Rev, watching me try, his upturned lips not at all helping.
