Page 53 of Reflex
Alle had been different from the beginning.From the moment she’d walked into that recording studio last year, his senses had been on high alert and his emotions in nuclear meltdown.“You’re fucking maddening, do you know that?”
“I try.”She smirked, and leaned closer, angling her head so that there were only millimetres between them.Close enough that her hot breath dried the moisture on his lips.“Kiss me, Spook.That little taste you granted me earlier wasn’t nearly enough.”
“You’re pushing.”
“Yeah,” she said, eyes crinkling at the corners.“I know.I’m sorry.I ought to be more considerate.”Her fingers skimmed along his eyebrow, then across the scab on his lower lip, before exploring the bruises around his throat.“I want to kill the bastard responsible for this.”Her lips gently dusted against the darkest spot, where the guy’s thumb had been tucked under the ridge of his jawbone.
Spook tensed, not out of repulsion, but from the instant ache in his balls.Dammit, that felt good.Fucking glorious, in fact.“Rock Giant already beat you to it,” he said between clenched teeth, while her feathered kisses progressed to the other bruises.“I’m told he broke a couple of ribs and left the git with bruised testicles.”
“I hope he’s peeing blood for months,” she said savagely.
A smile cracked his frown, though the tension in his body remained.They were left staring at one another.Alle’s index finger trailed along his collar bone.“What happened to your troll cross?”
He glanced down, and realised it wasn’t there.“I don’t know.”
Immediately, she reached for the thong securing hers.“Don’t.”He stayed her hand.“Keep it.I can get another.It was a gift.”
“I need you to be safe.”
He nodded.“I know.”He rubbed his thumb against her chin.“I’m not safe, Alle.”
“I know.And I’m good with that.You’re not going to do anything I don’t want, and the same goes the other way around.”
A little chuckle wormed its way free of his throat.“I thought I just told you I didn’t want this.”
She fiddled with the ends of his hair, dancing the blond strands back and forth for a moment.“Was it the truth?”she asked at last, peeping cheekily up at him through her eyelashes.The twinkle of her pupils tied his heart into knots.“Do you really not want to do all those dirty things to me?Because I think you do.”
Of course he fucking did.The hitch of his breath gave him away, prompting a victorious smile from her that in turn impelled him to cover her mouth.
She retaliated by licking the palm of his hand.
Spook snatched his hand away.“You’re determined to drive me insane.”
“No,” she shook her head.“I just really want you to fuck me.”
“Alle.Were you not listening before?”
She took possession of his hand again, and pressed her mouth to the heel of his hand.“Oh, I heard you.I’m just not certain you’re as committed to your vows as you’d like me to think you are.I think beneath all the bombast, you’d really like to throw aside those shackles you’ve been dragging around and screw me senseless.Tell me I’m wrong.”
He couldn’t.“You’re killing me.”
“Not unless you can expire from pleasure.I want to drive you demented with it, but I’m prepared to take baby steps.Just give us a chance, Spook.One night even,” she persisted.“We can review in the morning, and determine if you’re on board with the idea of extending it.Please.I’ve come all this way, and you look like you could do with some pampering.”
“I suppose the alternative is enduring another of Xane’s delightful, ‘You are an utter tosser’ lectures, and watching you canoodle with Captain Bubble Butt.”
“Spook Mortensen, I swear you’re actually jeal—”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence.Of course he wasn’t.Utter nonsense.
Alle struggled and groaned, rubbed herself up against him like a cat in heat, as he wove his hands into her hair, so that he was cradling the back of her skull as if she were the one likely to bolt.Damn near every muscle in his body was on red alert for a marathon sprint towards the exit.But she’d only chase him right back to his hotel room, and then she’d have him cornered.Scarily, there was a part of him that welcomed the notion of being trapped.
She strained towards him.
“Alle, stop it.”
“Why?Am I behaving badly?”she asked, while she leaned into his grasp so hard it made his muscles ache and the cuts in his palm sting.
“Don’t be a brat.”
