Voice thick with emotion, she said, “I actually blame you for a lot of things, Cian. If that bothers you, then don’t touch me. It’s your choice. I’m simply being as honest as I can be with you about what I want.”
“You were never this bold before.”
“True,” she agreed, keeping her gaze locked tight with his as she leaned back against the passenger’s-side door. “But aperson can change a lot in five years.”
“And some things don’t change at all.”
“Are you talking about yourself?” she asked, some of the light in her eyes fading, and he knew she was thinking about the women. About the ones he’d gone through faster than packs of cigarettes.
“I was. But it’s not what you think, Sayre. I was thinking about the way you affect me.”
The frown betweenher slender brows smoothed out. “Oh.”
A slow, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah,
oh
.”
“Tell me,” she said, the words soft and husky with need. “I mean, I know it’s really just the connection, but I’m curious if it’s as strong for you as it is for me.”
“You want me to speak plainly?” he asked, his throat so tight with lust he could barely voice the question.
She nodded.“Please.”
Cian stepped closer and allowed himself to touch his fingertips to the pink flush on her cheek, her skin so smooth and soft it was unreal. She’d left her hair down, and the wind was playing havoc with the wavy strands, silky tendrils brushing against his forearm and across the back of his wrist. “I’ll tell you what I want, Sayre. I want you open and bare beneath me, your beautifullittle body
mine
to do with as I please,” he confessed, the lilting burr of his accent thickening with each word. “I want you wet and desperate and begging for me, lass. I want to make you feel so bloody good you can’t do anything but scream when you come for me, your nails digging into my back and your body writhing. I want to get inside you, any way I can, and bring you off so many times youwon’t even be able to remember what it was like without my hands and mouth on your skin, laying claim to every part of you.”
She shivered, and he loved the way he could feel the warmth of her blush surge beneath his fingertips, her temperature spiking with the fiery energy of her power, tiny sparks of light beginning to glitter in the air around them. Her eyes were glassy with desire, storm-darkand eager, those slim rings of gold at the outer edge of her irises starting to burn even brighter.
“I’m, um, good with all that,” she whispered, her little tongue swiping across that succulent lower lip that he wanted to catch between his teeth and suck on,
hard
. It was juicy and pink, the sweet rush of her blood lying just beneath the tender surface, and Cian quickly shoved that dangerousthought behind thick iron gates in his mind, determined not to let it take hold of him and ruin this unexpected moment.
Given their past, he’d never once believed that she would let him get close to her like this. And there was always the chance that she would change her mind. Which meant he needed to get the hell on with it, enjoying it while it lasted, and pray to whatever higher powermight be listening that he didn’t blow it by losing control.
Lowering his head, he gently swept his lips across hers, using every ounce of strength he possessed to hold himself back, still terrified he’d scare her off. The wolf inside him shuddered with pleasure to finally have the taste of her, and their breaths blended together, the tips of her breasts pressing against his chest as he madea low, thick sound of hunger in the back of his throat. When he pulled his head back to check her reaction, making sure she was still with him, she frowned up at him. “What’s wrong?” he rasped, curving his hand around her nape.
“Is there some kind of problem? Because despite what you keep saying, you seem pretty reluctant.”
You fucking idiot
, his wolf snarled, seething beneath
“You were never this bold before.”
“True,” she agreed, keeping her gaze locked tight with his as she leaned back against the passenger’s-side door. “But aperson can change a lot in five years.”
“And some things don’t change at all.”
“Are you talking about yourself?” she asked, some of the light in her eyes fading, and he knew she was thinking about the women. About the ones he’d gone through faster than packs of cigarettes.
“I was. But it’s not what you think, Sayre. I was thinking about the way you affect me.”
The frown betweenher slender brows smoothed out. “Oh.”
A slow, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah,
oh
.”
“Tell me,” she said, the words soft and husky with need. “I mean, I know it’s really just the connection, but I’m curious if it’s as strong for you as it is for me.”
“You want me to speak plainly?” he asked, his throat so tight with lust he could barely voice the question.
She nodded.“Please.”
Cian stepped closer and allowed himself to touch his fingertips to the pink flush on her cheek, her skin so smooth and soft it was unreal. She’d left her hair down, and the wind was playing havoc with the wavy strands, silky tendrils brushing against his forearm and across the back of his wrist. “I’ll tell you what I want, Sayre. I want you open and bare beneath me, your beautifullittle body
mine
to do with as I please,” he confessed, the lilting burr of his accent thickening with each word. “I want you wet and desperate and begging for me, lass. I want to make you feel so bloody good you can’t do anything but scream when you come for me, your nails digging into my back and your body writhing. I want to get inside you, any way I can, and bring you off so many times youwon’t even be able to remember what it was like without my hands and mouth on your skin, laying claim to every part of you.”
She shivered, and he loved the way he could feel the warmth of her blush surge beneath his fingertips, her temperature spiking with the fiery energy of her power, tiny sparks of light beginning to glitter in the air around them. Her eyes were glassy with desire, storm-darkand eager, those slim rings of gold at the outer edge of her irises starting to burn even brighter.
“I’m, um, good with all that,” she whispered, her little tongue swiping across that succulent lower lip that he wanted to catch between his teeth and suck on,
hard
. It was juicy and pink, the sweet rush of her blood lying just beneath the tender surface, and Cian quickly shoved that dangerousthought behind thick iron gates in his mind, determined not to let it take hold of him and ruin this unexpected moment.
Given their past, he’d never once believed that she would let him get close to her like this. And there was always the chance that she would change her mind. Which meant he needed to get the hell on with it, enjoying it while it lasted, and pray to whatever higher powermight be listening that he didn’t blow it by losing control.
Lowering his head, he gently swept his lips across hers, using every ounce of strength he possessed to hold himself back, still terrified he’d scare her off. The wolf inside him shuddered with pleasure to finally have the taste of her, and their breaths blended together, the tips of her breasts pressing against his chest as he madea low, thick sound of hunger in the back of his throat. When he pulled his head back to check her reaction, making sure she was still with him, she frowned up at him. “What’s wrong?” he rasped, curving his hand around her nape.
“Is there some kind of problem? Because despite what you keep saying, you seem pretty reluctant.”
You fucking idiot
, his wolf snarled, seething beneath
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