Courting Mortality (Brothers of Fate Book 1) by Allyson Lindt

mentally and emotionally had amped up the tension between them, but they’d never been more than friends. Her staring, lusting, all of it, had never been more than physical.
    When Eli kissed her again, every inch of her whimpered with need. His mouth glided along her jaw. Each light sensation traveled along her skin, making her nipples ache, and dampness grow between her legs.
    He shoved her coat to the floor. Disappointment flooded her when he stepped back, but the heat in his gaze deepened her desire. “Ancestors, you’re gorgeous.” His voice had dropped an octave. “I want to see more of you.”
    Was she blushing? How could she not be? Or was that just the pulse of want flowing through her? “Turn on the lights.” She tried to keep her tone playful.
    He shook his head, and then intertwined his fingers with hers. “I have a better idea.” He tugged her toward the living room, and the large wall of windows, where the moonlight, reflected off the snow, spilled across the carpet. His breath was hot against her skin, when he stepped in and traced a line along her ear with his lips. “Strip for me. A single piece at a time.”
    Her pulse ratcheted up at the idea. “What if someone sees me?” Not that there were any houses nearby, and the road was blocked by trees. Besides, did she really care? The throb below her waist, the slickness the idea caused… She liked the thrill and the risk of doing something so indecent.
    He let go of her and put a couple feet between them. “You don’t have to.”
    She really might do anything, if he kept his hungry gaze trained on her like that. She kicked aside her shoes and socks first. He raised an eyebrow when she slid her hands down her sides, and then to the middle of her sweater, and undid the buttons one at a time. The knit caressed her hyper sensitive skin, when she slid the top down her arms. She’d never realized something like this could make her so wet. So strung out with need.
    “Jeans next.” There was no room for argument in his demand.
    She bit her bottom lip, and pushed her pants to the floor. She tossed the discarded clothing aside, hyper aware of how exposed she was in just a bra and panties.
    “So sexy.” His words were almost a growl. “Now your bra.”
    Seconds later, the lacy lingerie joined the growing pile of clothes. The cool air in the room was a sharp contrast to the flush over every inch of her body, and her already hard nipples stiffened more at the light caress. She wanted his hands on her. Flowing over her bare skin. But this attention was incredible too. “What now?” she managed.
    The corner of his mouth tugged up. “Play with your breasts for me. Show me how you like to be touched.”
    She glided her hands up her stomach, ignoring the plea from her aching clit that she pay attention to it instead. She cupped her breasts, and pinched the twin nubs. Rolled, caressed, and tugged.
    His moan sent tingles rushing over her. “Are you wet?”
    She nodded, not sure she could find her voice.
    “Check for me,” he said. “Slide your fingers between your folds. Slowly.”
    She kept one hand on her breast, while the other moved down. A whimper tore from her, when she brushed her swollen clit. Her fingers were coated the minute they dipped under her panties. She closed her eyes and focused on her surroundings. His voice, her own touch, the attention.
    “Keep going.” His voice was closer this time, his breath hot against her neck, but no other part of him touched her.
    Her already racing heart spun into turbo mode, when his fingers brushed her hips, and seconds later elastic scraped down her legs. She continued to stroke her aching button. Resisting the urge to go faster. When his lips brushed her thigh, she cried out. His tongue flicked over her wet fingers and sex, and her legs almost gave out from the sensation.
    He pulled her hand aside, and wrapped his lips around her clit. Orgasm climbed through her, and she rocked against his face. Her head