Anticipation throbbed in a low-down ache as I left the room and walked—limped, given my leg was only half healed and still sore—across to the airport.
Naturally, his plane was late. I grabbed some breakfast—deciding on pancakes smothered with bananas and caramel sauce, simply because I figured I’d need the calories in the hours to come—and munched on it while I watched the screens and wondered if it were actually possible to burst with frustration.
His plane finally pulled in thirty-five minutes late. I leaned against a concrete pillar, scanning the disembarking passengers, my limbs trembling with anticipation. Damn, this was bad. The next time he went away, I needed to get to Franklin’s at least once.
Eventually, I saw him. He towered over those nearest him, his hair gleaming like finely spun gold in the airport’s harsh overhead light
ing. His gaze scanned the waiting crowd and—when his green eyes met mine—a bright smile lit his face.
I pushed away from the pillar and walked across to him, loving the way he moved—like a sleek cat that had its quarry in sight. He dropped his bag onto the floor next to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, then kissed me.
It was heat and passion and desire, but his kisses also transcended all that, becoming something far more powerful and unearthly. Electricity surged between us, swirling around our flesh, through our flesh, until it seemed our flesh had disappeared and we were nothing more than night and air and energy. It was amazing. Truly amazing. And it was all I could do not to beg him to take me here and now.
When we finally parted, I could barely breathe and my legs felt like water.
He smiled as his hands slid from my waist. “I did so miss your lips.”
I arched an eyebrow and said teasingly, “Just my lips?”
“And your neck, and your breasts, and your waist, and your—” He paused as his hands slid over my rump, and a fierce light flared in his eyes as he pulled me even closer. His erection, thick and hard, pressed against my belly, making me wish there weren’t several layers of clothing separating us. His lips brushed my ear as he murmured, “Is it too much to hope that you’ve reserved a room at the Hilton? Otherwise, I might just be tempted to cause a major scene.”
I laughed, cupped his face with my hands, and kissed him fiercely but quickly. “Luckily for everyone in the terminal, I did have such foresight. Do you have any luggage to collect?”
“No,” he said, grabbing my hand as he bent to pick up his bag with the other. “Shall we go?”
“Let’s.”
We all but ran through the terminal and over the footbridge to the Hilton. The elevator doors hadn’t fully closed before he was stalking toward me, a heated look in his eyes.
I grinned as my back hit the wall. “So,” he said softly, stopping so close that all I could feel was the heat of his desire, and all I could smell was the raw scent of eager, hungry male. “I do believe I threatened to tear the clothes off your body the minute I saw you.”
“The elevator is hardly an appropriate place,” I murmured, resisting the urge to arch toward him. To encourage him with the press of my body, the heat of my need.
“It is likely to get us arrested if anyone happens to be monitoring the cameras.” He raised his hands, his fingers teasing the top edges of the dress and causing my already hard nipples to ache with even greater intensity.
I flicked my gaze to the camera in question, then glanced at the floor indicator. My room was on the hotel’s top floor, and the elevator was moving at a glacial pace.
“What would your clients think if you were arrested for indecent behavior in an airport hotel elevator?” I asked, pressing just a little into his touch as his hands skimmed down my body then moved back up again.
“They would think I’m a lucky man.” And with that, he gripped the edges of my dress and tore it open. “A fucking lucky man,” he repeated, his gaze sweeping down my fully exposed flesh.
Then he pressed against me, his lips claiming mine, his kiss like fire and his body trembling with the force of his desire. He kissed my chin, my throat, my shoulder blades. I gasped and climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist, cursing the material that still separated us.
The elevator tinged and the doors opened. His grip slid down to my butt, supporting me as he swung us both around. “What room?” he growled, in between kisses.
“Nine-ten,” I gasped, throwing my head back as his tongue teased the base of my neck.
We reached my room. I somehow swiped the key through the scanner and pushed it open. Lucian kicked the door closed but didn’t step any farther into the room, pressing me back against the door instead.
“I need you,” he said, his voice a rough, urgent vibration that ran through every part of me. “So badly, right now.”
“Then take me,” I muttered, the need to feel him inside of me so fierce that it was becoming hard to breathe.
He shifted his grip, supporting me one-handed while he undid his pants with the other. I tore open his shirt and ran my hands across the hard, golden planes of his chest. Then I gasped again as he plunged inside me, going as deep as it was possible to go. Pleasure spiraled through me, as fast and as furious as his movements. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was fucking, pure and simple. And oh, it was so glorious. The tightness built up inside me, radiating out in fierce waves to the very tips of my toes and fingers, until it felt as if my body was ready to explode.
Then everything did explode, and I was shuddering and shaking with the force of my orgasm. A heartbeat later he came—an animal roar torn from his throat and echoing through the hush of the room.
For several seconds afterward, neither of us moved. He rested his forehead against mine, his rapid breaths fanning my lips, stirring the embers of barely sated desire. He was still semi-hard inside me, and anticipation of what was yet to come zinged through me. An Aedh’s lovemaking might never live up to the promise of his kisses—mainly because an Aedh’s kiss was designed solely to gain compliance for the act that followed—but it sure as hell blew everyone else I’d ever had out of the water.