Page 47 of Kiss the Dawn
We’d waited too long. Yearned too long, and oh God, he felt good, firm, and hard and powerful as he pressed me into the mattress. He tasted like cinnamon and coffee, and a shiver of pleasure raced over my skin as the slightly rough pads of his fingers grazed over my cheek to grip my jaw and own me.
I kicked at the blankets, wanting to feel him against me, and tugged at his shirt to slip beneath where his skin waited for my touch, hot and silken just as I’d imagined. He inhaled me between kisses, his fingers tangling in my hair as he devoured me.
I was lost in the storm that was Lorenzo Crescent,food for the magic that beat off his body to skate over mine.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
The slam of a door froze us both, and a few moments later there was a knock on the bedroom door.
“Yes!” Lorenzo called out, his tone ragged and breathless just like my heartbeat.
“Food’s up, boss,” Rodney called back.
“We’ll be out in a moment,” Lorenzo said.
Rodney’s footsteps retreated, and Lorenzo sat up, taking his tantalizing heat with him. His lips were swollen, his eyes dark with desire.
I reached up to touch his jaw, and he grasped my wrist and pressed a kiss to my pulse. “We will continue this, Orina. And soon.”
“After food?”
The silver ring around his irises glowed a little then died. “I would like nothing more than to have you for dessert, but I’m running a little low on power. A sound muting barrier on this room would be impossible to maintain.”
“You think I’ll be noisy?” I arched a brow and smiled.
His expression remained serious, but his eyes lit up. “I know you will.”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
He slid a hand up my leg and gripped high up, thumb pressing into the inside of my upper thigh.
I moaned, the sound purely involuntary, then slapped a hand over my mouth.
He chuckled. “This is an experience best saved for private chambers.” He leaned in and placed a light kiss on my mouth. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.” His lips moved against mine as he spoke, his cinnamon breath mingling with mine.
And there was the throb between my legs again. I closed my eyes and let out a growl of frustration. “Now that was uncalled for.”
He laughed softly against my lips. “I’ll bring you a tray, and once you’ve eaten, we’ll start the drive back to Dracul.”
I was tempted to argue, but my stomach rumbled, silencing my protests. So I nodded obediently, accepted another kiss, and watched him leave.
I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. A few weeks ago, the thought of going to Dracul would have made my stomach hurt, but now there was nothing I’d like more than to go back.
To go…home.
Chapter 17
PADMA
Haiden has called a meeting. He sits opposite us, alone on the two-seater while the rest of us perch on the larger sofa, facing him. His hands are clasped in his lap, expression giving nothing away, but the bite of cookie I’ve just taken turns to ash in my mouth because despite the flames in the hearth creating a mesmerizing dance, the tea being strong and hot, and the cookies being on point, there’s something awfully wrong here.
He finally speaks, confirming my suspicions. “I’m sick,” he says simply. “I’ve known it for a while, but I hoped…” He sighs. “It’s bad, and I have to leave for treatment.”
“What is it?” Merry asks softly. “What’s wrong?”
“Cancer. Colon,” he says.
