A King's Revenge: Warlords Series Book 2 by Michelle Howard Page B

clashed.
    “Not here. We should
go somewhere private to kiss.” Without worry that they’d be seen or
interrupted. Tarik climbed to his feet slowly. The world didn’t spin and the
floor held steady. He relaxed. It had been years since he drank so recklessly
in public. His enchanting witch got to her feet with only a small wobble. She
had to be a witch using her powers of magic to ensorcel him.
    “My rooms are on the
next level.”
    Tarik controlled his
breathing but his manhood jumped. “Excellent.”
    He followed her to the
lift keeping a safe distance between them. Not wanting to frighten her, he
leaned against the wall opposite her as the lift rose. The numbers ticked on
the digital display and dinged when they reached her floor. Tarik waved her
through the door and had the pleasure of observing her round bottom twitch
while she walked.
    Like plump melons her
rear moved beneath the clinging lines of her jumper. So thoroughly engrossed
with the erotic vision, Tarik walked right into her back when she stopped.
    She glanced over her
shoulders and the corners of her mouth tipped up. “Too many flaming swords?
Does that make me the official winner?”
    Tarik huffed and
entered the room behind her. The door slid closed behind them. Her room was
simple and far smaller than the space he’d been assigned. Sometimes Tarik
forgot the benefits of being King. He accepted his place and the benefits that
came as the royal head of the Desani people.
    Lea’s room barely had
space for both of them to stand. As it was, their shoulders brushed as she
kicked a pair of boots to the side. He spotted a crumpled shirt on the floor
amidst the tangled sheet that half hung from the unmade bed.
    She followed his gaze
and muttered. “Sorry.”
    Her embarrassment at
the state of her room was cute. Tarik nodded, his eyes greedily searching for
any hints of her personal life. There was no sign of the man she’d been with
earlier. Was he her…lover?
    “Your friend doesn’t
stay with you?” He held his breath awaiting her answer, hands clenched at his
side.
    Her brows lowered
beneath the frames. “Kord? He’s my partner and more than likely sleeping since
we have leave tomorrow.”
    His hearts stuttered
at her words. She was leaving. Soon. He needed to be here another day, two at
the most.
    She fiddled with the
zipper of the jumper and Tarik took a step closer. His hand closed over hers
and eased the zipper all the way down to her waist. Inch by inch of her skin
was bared to his sight. Beautiful soft skin he ached to touch.
    Want and desire
clashed. Tarik couldn’t resist any more. One taste. That’s all he needed to
still this awful craving.
    “If I’m the loser than
claim your prize.”

 
    ***

 
    Lea placed her hands
on the broad shoulders leaning toward her. At the bar, she’d been eager to
touch him. Tarik’s masculine physique called to her and she prepared to answer.
His proud carriage matched the way he held his head high. The humor they shared
downstairs relaxed her. Of course downing four flaming swords hadn’t been her smartest
decision ever.
    She blinked her eyes
behind the visor and pressed closer. The moment her bare chest came in contact
with his shirt, she shivered.
    “Cold?” His words
whispered over her temple.
    Lea could only manage
to shake her head. Tarik’s hand cupped her chin tilting her face up. His
stroking fingers glanced over her visor and tugged. She jerked back, her hands
flying to her face. “No. I…I keep them on. It’s necessary.”
    Kord warned her to
keep her eyes hidden at all times. They were too odd to be ignored and he
feared she was in danger but never defined what type of danger whenever she
pushed.
    He frowned down at her
and Lea feared she’d ruined the moment. “Alright. We can leave them.”
    Her breath eased. He
lowered his head and his mouth slid along hers like the softest of silks.
Relaxing further her hands clenched onto his shirt holding him tight to her.
The slick glide