Stolen Fate (The Mythean Arcana 4)

He reached out and pulled her against him, his hands cupped around her neck and back. His lips were hot and soft on hers, devouring. Feeling hit her like a heat wave, and propelled by the madness of her life and her despair over the possible future, she kissed him back, throwing herself into it.

It was crazy. She’d known him such a short time but she didn’t care. She wanted to forget it all for a while. She wanted him.

The low groan that tore from his throat spoke of desire and longing that had been building for decades.

She shuddered, the memory of him getting nearly crushed by the boulder too horrible to contemplate. It just made her more desperate, made her kiss him back so hard that her mouth would surely bruise.

What a terrible pair they made—an unrepentant convict and an Acquirer—yet she found it hard to care about that when his tongue thrust into her mouth and stroked.

His arm, roped thickly w

ith muscle, wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her against his chest. She raised trembling hands and ran them over the cut pecs and abs she’d admired the other night.

Aye, it was very hard indeed to think of why this was a bad idea.

“More,” she whispered, and gasped when he swept her up into his arms. “The bedroom is down the hall.”

His footfalls were no longer thief-light as he strode toward the bedroom and it thrilled her to know his control was fraying.

He laid her on the bed and tore off his shirt before following her down. The hall light glinted off the hard lines of his muscles and made her fingertips itch to touch him.

She swallowed and raised her arms to him. He put a knee on the bed, then crawled up between her thighs and settled himself between them, his face level with hers.

The heat and hardness of him made her gasp.

“I want you, Fiona, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

She pulled his head down to her, kissing him until her head spun and her breath heaved in and out of her chest.

“Gods, you feel good.” He pulled his mouth from hers and traced his way down her neck.

She reached down to his fly, the zipper cutting into her fingertips. She barely got her fingers inside, barely brushed the heat and hardness of him, before he lifted her arms away and pinned them over her head.

“Careful, lassie, or this will no’ last as long as we’d hoped.”

“I doona care.” She pulled against his arms.

He let go, but before she could reach for him again, he’d shifted down the bed and out of her reach. She dropped her head back on the pillow and gripped his shoulders. Cold air kissed her stomach as he pushed her shirt up, followed by the heat of his mouth. She arched beneath him when his lips traced her ribs.

Desperate, she yanked the shirt off. He quickly unclasped her bra and kissed her nipples, tracing the sensitive skin with his tongue until she was panting.

“I wanted to savor you.” His words formed a delightful pattern against her nipple. “But I find that it’s still too difficult to go slowly.”

He swiftly unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them from her hips, taking her underwear with them. She felt his hands tremble as he parted her thighs, heard the groan that tore from his throat.

She jerked when he pressed his mouth, hot and open, to her sex, and plunged his tongue deep. He stroked and licked and sucked until her head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow and the room dimmed out of her vision.

The taste of Fiona made Ian’s mind fog and his cock hard enough to drive nails. The way she arched off the bed, pressing herself to him, made his control flag. He’d wanted to take this slow, to savor her and the things they did together.

His body had different ideas. Tension and lust tightened his muscles and his mind and made him into the animal he’d so often protested he wasn’t.

Fiona cried out and her body started to jerk against him, her orgasm making her twist on the bed.

Need suddenly crashed over him, dark and strong. The desire to be inside her, to feel her clutch around his cock, grabbed hold of him. He drew his mouth away and surged up over her body until they were face to face.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Her skin was flushed and her eyes bright.

“I need you inside me.”