Page 20 of Twi-Flight
“No! Oh gosh Eggward! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to—I am so glad that you told me.” I take a couple steps toward him, before I stop myself. I offer him a smile. “There’s nothing you could have told me that would change the way I feel about you.”
His expression relaxes. “I’s good that you’re here now. You can pick out the last few paint samples.”
I give him a hesitant chuckle. “Still not confident enough to choose your own wall colors? Everything looks great so far.”
“Because you picked all of these.”
I laugh more easily this time, and then recognize. I did pick these colors. When we’d fixed up the main shed, we’d discussed more than just office colors. I’d discussed my dream home, and the way I’d decorate it.
Without thinking I dart past him into the bedroom and catch myself on the door frame. Dusty rose walls, soft and warm. With a plush deep green area rug to ground the room. The bed is positioned perfectly. There’s a cozy ditzy floral duvet, and three full pillows for both sides of the bed. Everything I’d flirtily described wanting in my ideal bedroom while we’d been looking at paint samples. I hear myself gasp.
“What? Why?” I ask without thinking.
“It’s for you.” His voice appears..
I glance and he’s standing in the other doorway of the bedroom.
“This is for you,” he says. “I didn’t want you sleeping on your friend’s couch anymore.”
I stifle a laugh. “No, this is your new home.”
“I want you to have it,” he says.
“No, you paid me for it. You were going to live here yourself?—”
“I want you to have a reason,” he interrupts. He’s standing completely still, staring at just me. Without his cape and the hood hiding his face, I can see his expression. The deep calm in his eyes. “A reason to stay in Ghostlight Falls.”
My heart squeezes. “I already have a reason to stay.” I put a hand on his chest. “You’ve already given me one.”
His eyes track the movement, and his breathing rises and falls under my touch. He puts a hand overtop mine, clutching me tighter to his chest.
My free hand raises to his face without meaning to. I run my thumb across his sharp beak, then wrap my fingers around his waddle so I can pull his face a little closer to mine, and I press a kiss to the hard line of his mouth.
His arm tightens around me. For a split second I fear I’ve gone too far.
But he relaxes and leans into me, his beak splitting open to let our mouths mingle. His tongue is thick and textured. It’s everything I expected it to be, strong and commanding. His kiss is hungry and hard before he finally pulls back again, leaving me breathless and flushed. “I’ve wondered what you’d taste like since the day we met.”
“Did I meet your expectations?”
“Exceeded my wildest dreams.” He pushes a strand of my hair away from my forehead.
I love how breathless I make him. I love the way that he holds me close. I love him. I want to say all of that to him.
He slants his beak over my mouth, his tongue delving into my mouth. Pouring a molten heat into me with a steady stroking rhythm. Swallowing my soft moans. I tilt my hips up toward him, his hand finding my thigh and pulling it up, around his own thigh. His hands find my ass and his fingers kneed into my skin until I’m gasping into his mouth. There’s no doubt now that he wants me, that he’s been desiring me. His beak and tongue traveling down my shoulder, across my neck. Nipping, licking, devouring me. I finally get to really touch him. To feel the places I’ve been imagining for weeks. To run my fingers through his feathers, to explore the curves of his body. I move a hand across the soft swell of his belly to the top of his pants.
He pulls gently away, stopping my offense.
I tighten my fingers on his arms, needing more from him. I finally have him, and I am not ready to let go yet.
“Mina.” He puts a reverence on the syllables that makes me feel like a queen. “Are you sure you want—this?”
I almost laugh. “Now you are the one being stupid. You are the only thing I want.”
“I don’t want you to think that—staying here is contingent on?—”
I glance at the bed behind me, and then reach down to pull my own shirt over my head, revealing my plain nude bra. His attention is immediately drawn to my chest, and he makes a growling noise deep in his throat. “I’ll stay here. But it’s contingent on your spending the first night here with me. I couldn’t possibly be comfortable here all alone.”
He scoops me up into his arms, his mouth making another assault on mine, my legs wrap around his torso. The heat accosting every part of me.
