Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Are you going to be good?”
Maeve sets her full bottom lip as if she’s considering it. Her skin is a charming pink that I am dying to drag my tongue over. We have all night. No potentially murderous crew lying in wait. No interruptions. Finally, she nods and presses her arms harder into the pillow above her head.
Only then do I ease back to sit on my heels and just look at her.
I’ve lived multiple human lifetimes, but I’ve never seen a woman like Maeve. It’s more than the composition of her body, the dips and curves and stretch marks and dimpled skin. Or the fucking freckles. There’s an energy to her that calls to me. It sizzles between us and makes me want to wrap myself up in her—or encase her in me. I don’t know. I’m feeling too much to think properly. “You’re beautiful.”
“Lizzie.” Her blush deepens. “You don’t have to say that to me. I’m here. I’m naked. I might die if you don’t touch me right now.”
I trace my fingers over her skin, keeping a careful inch between us. It’s the easiest thing in the world to draw her blood to her breasts, to catch it in her nipples until they deepen to a dark rose. I’ve never seen a prettier color. It’s not quite the same thing as nipple clamps, but it will work well enough. “You should know by now—no one can make me do or say anything I don’t want to. And I want to say you’re beautiful. Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”
She pauses in the middle of lowering her arms to cover her chest. “You’re embarrassing me on purpose.” She shifts between my thighs. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever I want.” I lean down and exhale against first one nipple and then the other, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps. I give her a wicked grin. “Do you want me to stop?”
She isn’t quite pulling off the glare she’s aiming for. Her brows are drawn together, but her lips keep curving. “You’re insufferable.”
“You say the meanest things.” I’m . . . giddy. I don’t know how else to explain it. What a strange concept. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt it before. I like it.
I expect Maeve to keep snarking at me. She’s cute when she does. I’m so busy watching her mouth, waiting on her next words, that she surprises the hell out of me when she darts up and steals a kiss. It’s light and playful—and nowhere near enough.
All of a sudden, I don’t feel like playing anymore. I dip down and take her mouth, kissing her the way she deserves: deep and consuming. She makes a sexy little gasp against my lips, and then she’s kissing me back. Tongues and teeth, a meeting of two people who are certainly not prey. She nips my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
I jerk back. “Maeve.”
“Um.” She blinks, big eyes dazed. “Sorry?”
I lick my lip, savoring the coppery taste on my tongue. “Don’t be.” I pull more of her blood to her breasts, enjoying the way she squirms. “I like it. I like you.” Dangerous words. I know better than to make promises, even vague ones. It’s a long way from confessing my everlasting love, but it’s still something I’ve never said aloud to anyone before. “I like you,” I repeat slowly.
“I like you, too,” she whispers. “Now, no more talking. Kiss me.”
It’s a retreat, but I’m too off-center to deny her. What would be the point? Liking or . . . more . . . doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. They’re worries for the future; better to not let them dampen our night.
I lower myself down to press my body against hers. She ignores my earlier command to keep her hands above her head, digging her fingers into my hair as she kisses me with a growing frenzy. More, more, more.
There’s no warning. One moment Maeve is writhing against me in the sweetest way. The next, she hooks her ankle behind my knee and shoves my shoulders, toppling me onto the floor. She follows me down, claiming my mouth again before I can protest her underhanded tactics. As if I would protest.
I like her like this. I like her all the damn time. When she’s vulnerable. When she’s strong. Stubborn and flirty and furious and sweet. So many different flavors, and I want to taste them all, again and again.
Maeve palms my pussy. “You tease too much.”
I release the blood from her breasts, grinning when she whimpers. “You enjoy every moment of it.”
“I do.” She presses two fingers into me, sure and strong. “But I like this, too.” She curls her fingers against my G-spot. I try to fight the desire out of sheer perversity, but it’s no use. She’s turned my bones to something soft and warm. The little selkie knows it, too. Maeve keeps stroking me, twisting my need tighter with slow strokes.