Page 16 of Void of Endings
Lust darkened his gaze. “You do realize I’m never letting you out of my sight again, don’t you?”
She peeled off the nightshirt, shimmied a little, and tossed it to the floor. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to join me.”
Tiernan switched on the overhead faucet and Maeve wasted no time in reaching for the waistband of his pants. He snared both of her wrists with one hand.
“Patience.” Bending down, he brushed his lips across hers. Once. Twice. “Shower first.”
Disgruntled and more than a little frustrated, Maeve begrudgingly let him nudge her into the steaming water.
He removed his pants slowly, kicking them aside, then stepped into the shower after her. He was stunning. Bronze skin. Golden tattoos. Hard muscles. She drank him in, devouring every solid plane of him, her eyes lingering on the cut of hiswaist. She dropped her gaze to where he strained for her, and a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine.
Maeve shampooed and conditioned her hair, enjoying the way the damp ringlets fell over her wet skin, appreciating the way Tiernan’s cock thickened at the sight of her. She lathered herself next, coating her body in sudsy bubbles, making sure to run her hands over every dip and curve. To cup her breasts. To glide her fingers down her stomach and then lower. The scent of the soap wasn’t nearly strong enough to disguise her arousal. Yet still, he kept his hands to himself.
He leaned against the shower wall, watching her, drinking her in, as tiny rivulets of water slid down his rippled abdomen. Her nipples hardened, and delicious shivers tingled along her spine. She stood beneath the spray, the hot water rinsing away the last of the soap, every drop teasing her sensitive body until she could no longer withstand the space between them.
Tiernan crossed his arms, flexing intentionally, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes.
Maeve reached out, running the pad of her fingers along the underside of his cock, toying with golden studs piercing the length of him. His jaw clenched.
She glared up at him. “Why won’t you touch me?”
His grin only ignited the fire burning inside her. “All good things to those who wait.”
“Fine,” she snapped, taking a distinctive step back, and the air surrounding her cooled. “I’ll just do it myself.”
Without waiting for his response, Maeve delved two fingers between her slick folds. She tipped her head back, gasping as waves of self-induced pleasure coursed through her.
“Fucking gods,” Tiernan growled, low and guttural. “Not here.”
Maeve pouted. “Why not?”
He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her against him. “I have somewhere better in mind.”
Magic crushed her, fusing her to Tiernan as theyfaded.
Warm air dried her skin and hair, and the beauty of the cove appeared before her. Soft sand cushioned her feet and she stepped back, her gaze roving over the waves lapping the shore and the gaping opening overhead where light played with shadow. She moved in a slow circle, welcoming the solace it brought to her soul.
She’d missed this place.
She’d missed him more.
Her skin prickled in a provoking sense of awareness. She turned to find Tiernan, fully nude and fully erect, stalking toward her like predator to prey.
“Tier—”
His mouth was on hers before she could finish. Every thought fled her mind as his tongue meshed with hers, as the taste of him caused her knees to buckle. One hand cupped the back of her neck, angling her to deepen the kiss, while the other stole around her waist to keep her from melting into the sand. He nipped at her, tugging her bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, and she clutched at his shoulders, clinging with her nails.
Tiernan’s hand slid from her neck to her breast, squeezing the tender flesh, his thumb grazing back and forth across her nipple until it peaked beneath his touch.
Maeve rose up on her toes, pressing all of her softness into every inch of his solid body. She wrapped one finger around a short lock of his hair, pulling him in closer for another kiss. “I went to a sex toy shop in the Ether.”
He smiled against her mouth, his shoulders shuddering in a poor attempt to hide his amusement. The hand on her back floated down her spine, grabbing her ass. “Missed me that much?”
“I did.”
Tiernan guided her backward, small steps at a time through the sand, until her back was flush against the cool surface of the cove’s stone wall. The tips of his fingers trailed across her stomach, slinking lower, until they hovered just above her clit.
Maeve caught on fire.
