"Oh, wanting has never been a problem when it comes to you," he murmured.
His hand slid around my waist, his fingers pressing heat into my spine as he pulled me even closer to his warm, hard body.
The kiss was heat and desire and love all entwined into one luscious package, and it said everything there was to say without words.
Then his lips moved on, exploring, teasing. My throat, my shoulders, my breasts. I returned the attention in kind, nipping and exploring the hard planes of his body, until the rich smell of lust razed the air and my whole body burned for him.
When his cock slipped slowly but deeply inside, I moaned in pleasure. Then he began to move, and all I could do was move with him, savoring and enjoying the sensations flowing through me. Enjoying the completeness -
a completeness that was heart and mind as well as body. And yet an awareness lurked in the deep, dark recesses of me, a hunger that could never be satisfied now that Kye was gone.
But as long as I had this, as long as I had Quinn, I could find a way to survive.
He took his time, stroking deeply as he licked and nipped and kissed. But the little waves of water began to flow away from our bodies with ever-increasing speed as our movements became more and more urgent. The sweet pressure began to build low in my stomach, fanning through the rest of me in waves as rapid as those that surrounded us, becoming a molten force that made me tremble, twitch, groan.
His breathing became harsh, his tempo more urgent. His fierceness pushed me into a place where only sensation existed, and then he pushed me beyond it.
He came with me, his teeth entering my neck at the same time, sharpening and prolonging the orgasm, until my body was trembling with exhaustion and utter satisfaction.>She nodded, then opened the dresser drawer, grabbing a little tin and tucking the cash inside. I shifted shape and in seagull form flew out the window, circling the building and checking out the different top-floor windows before heading for the side street. I changed shape, adjusted my clothes, then walked back to my car. But I didn't get in, grabbing my cell phone out of my pocket instead. I pressed Quinn's number and waited impatiently for him to answer.
"Well, hello," he drawled, the gentle Irish lilt in his voice sounding oh-so sexy. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon."
"I've been visiting a brothel," I said, imagining his expression and smiling at the image.
"And I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for it," he said, "even though I can't really think of one."
"It had a phone."
"Most of them do."
I laughed. "This phone is the contact number for a bunch of hit men for hire."
"Interesting." His voice was dry. "So why are you calling me?"
"Because I need food and sex, and not necessarily in that order. I figured you might be interested in sating one or both of those desires."
"You figured right. Where would you like said sating to occur?"
"Somewhere not too fancy. I need to be back at the brothel by one-thirty, so I haven't got time to go home and change. And several shape-shifts has shredded the last spare T-shirt I have in the car."
"Which is a look I quite enjoy," he said. "I take it you're close to the city?"
"St. Kilda."
"Excellent. There's a small spa in Acland Street that does a great lunch and spa treatment regimen. I'll send you the address and meet you there in twenty minutes."
"But I don't want - "
"Riley, trust me."
"Okay," I grumbled. "But you know how bitchy I can get when my hungers aren't satisfied."
He laughed. The warm sound flowed through me like a caress. "Trust me, love, I aim to satisfy us both."
"Well, good." I glanced at my watch. "I'll see you in twenty."
"You will."
He hung up, and I rang Jack. "Boss," I said, the minute he answered, "that land line is located on the top floor of a brothel, and the whole floor is bristling with electronic security."