Page 43 of The Irresistible Warrior
A slow smile curved her lips. “Unless I’m already on my back,” she murmured, her gaze turning toward the bed.
For the first time that evening, his mouth twitched with a hint of a grin. “Temptress,” he said under his breath, though the longing in his eyes was sharp.
She hurried to stretch out on the bed.
He stepped toward her, testing the distance—and felt it again, the faint tremor building in his legs as he got near her. With a muttered curse, he let himself drop on the bed beside her.
“Bloody hell,” he cried out when he was unable to take hold of her hand.
Aura went to move away.
“Nay!” he snapped. “Don’t move away from me. I can at least feel your warmth and take in the addictive scent of you.”
Aura cuddled against him, slipping her hand in the opening of his shirt and caressing his chest as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
He mumbled several oaths, anger sparking in his eyes.
But Aura also spotted passion flaring there and when she moved her hand off his chest to explore lower…
“Don’t,” he snapped again. “Whoever cursed me made sure my limbs did not work when I was close to you, but it does not prevent my manhood from responding to your touch. I am truly cursed and when I get my hands on whoever did this, I am going to?—”
Her lips landed on his lips in a forceful kiss, and he returned it, relieved he could at least do that, though he ached to take hold of her. He closed his eyes and his jaw tightened in anger when she moved off him. He was furious and if he had control of his limbs, he would take his sword to the practice plank until there was nothing left of it.
He forced himself to calm down. Aura shouldn’t be made to suffer for his anger. He opened his eyes ready to speak calmly to her and his mouth dropped open.
She stood beside the bed naked.
He went to speak and stopped when her hands went to work to remove his plaid.
“I will have you naked when I mount you,” she said.
His manhood definitely wasn’t affected since it turned rock hard.
“You don’t need to do this,” he said, though another part of him hoped she would.
“I do need to do this since I have a thirst for you that must be quenched.” She cast a glance at his manhood, stiff and proud. “And I believe you feel the same.”
“Aye, I won’t—can’t—deny that. But?—”
“Nay,” she said, leaning over him, her breasts brushing his chest. “You will not deny what we both want just because I must take the reins.”
“I do not mind you taking the reins, but I do mind not being able to participate.”
She smiled. “I’ll find a way.” And she brushed her nipples across his lips.
He went to grab one with his lips and missed. “Bloody hell, Aura, you will pay for this when I am once again myself.”
“Promise?” she teased with a chuckle as she untangled his plaid and stripped it off him.
She stood back and stared at him for a moment.
“Leave my shirt. It will be too difficult to get off me,” he ordered.
“Naked. I want you naked,” she reminded and hurried out of his view and when she returned, it was with his dagger in her hand. “You have other shirts.”
“Cut this off me and so help me I will rip one of your garments off you when I am able to,” he threatened.
She grinned and once again said, “Promise?”
