He drops his hand away from his mouth, pinning me in place with golden eyes that blaze with his inner beast. It’s the first I’veseen of his bear. Even last night at the theater, Christoph was perfectly in control.
He reaches for me. I step into his hold. He trails his fingers up my spine, applying a little extra pressure to the back of my rib cage and up, so I arch obligingly. His golden gaze drops to my breasts, as tiny as they are, and he hums appreciatively.
“So …” My words are awfully breathy for someone who’s barely been touched. “You were saying … something … important … about sex?”
Those golden eyes flick to meet mine. “You’re short, Mirth.”
“Maybe you’re too tall!”
He chuckles. “Maybe.”
“I’m perfectly average sized … except for some rounder … areas.”
Christoph steps into me, still not quite pulling me flush to his body, and runs his hand down my back again, firmly now, palming my ass.
My knees go just a little weak. Warmth floods through my core. I grip his shoulders to keep upright.
He drops his head, ghosting his nose up my neck. Ever obliging, I open it up to him. He inhales deeply right behind my ear.
Sharp, almost painful desire slices through me. I can’t help the gasp that escapes me.
“Wanna make out?” he asks, all playful now.
“Yes.”
He guides me with little touches on my hips until I’m up against the wall and he’s crowding over me, doing that thing that he probably doesn’t even know he does. Blocking out the rest of the world. His hands shift on my hips again, tugging up my dress a little.
“So tiny,” he says. “My little awry.”
Then he picks me up under my thighs, sliding my back against the wall and helping me hook my legs around his waist. To even up our heights. He doesn’t press into me. He hasn’t actually pulled my dress up enough to even do so. But he does palm my ass again, with both hands this time, hovering his mouth over mine.
We breathe each other in for a moment. Then I angle my head just enough to kiss him.
And he trembles …
It’s subtle, but he shudders under my touch.
“Is it just the bond, then?” I ask, slightly worried but totally prepared for his answer. “Are you just reacting to the bond?”
“Don’t much feel like kissing any of the others,” he says, pressing a firm kiss to my lips this time.
I move my lips against his, over and over. Slow, languid, closed-mouth kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my hands through his hair as much as I can.
He rumbles in pleasure. So I comb my blunt nails up the back of his neck and through his hair again, sucking on his upper lip.
He teases the seam of my mouth with his tongue, and I open just enough to swipe my own tongue across his. He moans again.
Desire threads through me, thickening between us.
Christoph starts kneading my ass.
I gasp into his mouth. “Oh, fuck. Oh, I … maybe that’s a little …” I squirm in his hold, trying to get closer, to rub against him, but I’m hampered by my bunched skirt.
He breaks the kiss, panting slightly. “A little … much?”
He’s still got two handfuls of my ass. I’m foggy with desire. “I really want you to fuck me up against this wall.”
He swallows harshly. “So … right. Public space … the others are near …”
