Pink Princess Fairytini (Fairy Files #2) by Katharine Sadler Page A

stepped back from him and slipped my dress off my shoulders. It fell to the floor in a silvery puddle, leaving me in a pair of dainty, silver panties.
    His breath caught and his eyes were like a physical caress as he ran his gaze over me. He dropped to his knees at my feet and kissed my stomach, hooking his thumbs in my panties and pulling them down. He followed them with his kisses, until he reached my center. He paused there, taking his time and using his tongue and fingers to bring me to a screaming orgasm that left my legs like jelly and my mind fuzzy. He rose back up and wrapped his arms around me, supporting me and holding me up. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
    “That’s the faun,” I said. He chuckled against my lips and kissed me. I pushed against his shoulders, walking him backwards until we reached my room. I shoved him down on the bed and took my time undressing him, savoring every inch of his hard, cut body. Scars marred his smooth skin in several places, and I wanted to ask him how he’d gotten them, but I needed him inside me more than I needed answers.
    “Condom?” he asked, once I’d bared his beautiful body.
    “Night stand, top drawer.” He twisted away and got the condom, then handed it to me and massaged my ass as I slid it on his hard length. I was glad that I hadn’t let my little faun tail out like I’d let out my wings. I was pretty sure Harvey could only stand so many oddities in one night.
    I rose up ready to ease onto him, but he stopped me, holding me in place with his hands. “I want to feel every moment, every centimeter of contact as I slide inside you,” he said. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I want to savor it.”
    I never minded savoring anything, but I’m not a fan of being bossed around, even in bed, even by someone as sexy as Harvey. He lowered me down slowly, so very slowly, and the mischievous side of me came out to play. I let him have control, enjoying the feel of him, all of my synapses firing with a pleasure so full and deep I wasn’t sure how rational thought was still possible. Once I was seated on him, though, I grabbed his wrists and pushed them up over his head. “You’ve had your turn,” I said. “I’m in charge now.”
    His eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “I’m at your mercy.”
    I watched his face and listened to the sounds he made as I moved over him, finding my pleasure in creating his. I loved the feel of him and the freedom of having my wings out, of being completely bared to him. As his pleasure increased, so did mine, until we reached the edge and climaxed together, my name on his lips.
    I laid down on him, and he hugged me tight. We stayed like that for a few moments, and then he got up and disposed of the condom. This was the moment where I usually told the guy I had an early morning or he told me he did, and we said our goodbyes. Instead, Harvey came back to bed, and pulled me against him, until my face was in his chest. I lay there, breathing in the scent of him, and tried not to move. My whole body felt twitchy and I wanted to roll out of his arms and get comfortable in my own space, but I didn’t want to push him away. Just as I decided I’d never fall asleep, I did.
     
    I woke up in an empty bed and rolled onto my belly, stretching my arms and my wings, feel-good tingles running all through me. My hand brushed a piece of paper on the pillow next to mine, so I grabbed it and lifted my head to read it. Harvey had to go to work and hadn’t wanted to wake me. No romance, no hearts or frills, just the way I liked it. He had to work, I had to work, and neither of us needed promises or sweet words. This just might be the perfect relationship.
    I glanced at the red numbers on my bedside clock and saw that it was after noon. Time to get up and get ready for work and the meeting with the refugees. I climbed out of bed, still naked, my wings free and comfy, and almost stepped on the hula clock Frost had given me. It must