Return of the Fae by Lynn Cahoon Page B

deeply, opened her lips and darted her tongue in his mouth, slowly at first, then with more urgency. He pushed her back to a standing position. “This time,” he said with a rumble in his voice, “we’ll be on my pace.”
    The first and only time they’d made love, the sex had been amazing, hot, fast, and over too soon for his liking. She’d needed the release, especially after she’d found she and her family to be witch folk. That kind of news messed with someone’s head. Sex brought things into perspective.
    Perspective was his goal tonight.   He needed comfort this time. Starting with her shirt, he lifted the Lycra tank over her head.   His breath caught as her breasts were revealed, rewarding him for the effort. His mouth watered as he sighed and pushed his head in between, feeling the warmth and kissed her cleavage.
    Her fingers dug into the flesh on his arms, urging him on. He took a nipple in his mouth, teasing, nipping, until she groaned. He found the button on her shorts. He fumbled for a second, needing his other hand to finish the task, and she wiggled out of her bottoms. She stood there in front of him, perfect.
    This time when he moved her onto the bed it would be slow and easy, like the Doors song about drugs. Sex, his drug. Parris, his only supplier.
    * * * *
    A knock woke Parris. She heard the shower running and slipped on a robe before crossing over to the entrance. She glanced in the dresser mirror, running her hands down the rat’s nest she called hair. She pulled it together tucking the ends into the edge of the robe, making it look like she hadn’t climbed out of bed after a wild night of sex. Of course, that was exactly what happened, so why shouldn’t she look it? She smiled, remembering making love, not only once, but twice last night. The man knew his way around a female body.
    She peeked through the peep hole. A waiter, dressed in kitchen whites stood with a covered tray. Fear gripped her. Who’d called for breakfast? Maybe she shouldn’t open the door. A voice behind her caused her to jump.
    “The warlock ordered food before he went to shower.”
    Parris turned and Toki jumped on the unmade bed. She took a deep breath, “You got to stop just popping in.”
    “I didn’t pop in. You asked a question, I came to answer it.”
    A second knock sounded, “Just a second.” Parris turned back to Toki, but the fairy had disappeared. Having Toki around would take some getting used to.
    Parris let the room service guy in, signed the bill, and poured a cup of coffee. All before Ty appeared, a towel around his waist and water dripping off his hair onto his toned shoulders.
    Parris couldn’t help it, her body tightened and she wanted nothing more than to throw him back on the bed.
    Ty grinned. “Sorry, honey. We’ve got things to do today.”
    “You think I wanted more?” Parris sipped her coffee, feigning indifference.
    “Like you always say, I’m not a normal boy. I know you want more.” Ty poured himself a cup of coffee. “Even if I was a normal boy, I’d know you want more. Last night was amazing.”
    “Kind of full of yourself aren’t you?”
    Ty opened one of the covered plates, the smell of bacon overwhelming her. “Let’s just say we had fun and not fight. Hungry?”
    Parris gave in. Her body and thoughts betrayed her. Might as well enjoy the food. “Starving.”
    Ty stopped, glanced around the room, asking, “Toki stopped in this morning?”
    “How’d you know that?” Parris shook her head when Ty opened his mouth. “Never mind–not a normal boy, I get it. She stopped in because I wasn’t sure about the room service guy. She said I asked her a question, but I didn’t.”
    “There are many ways to ask a question. Toki is probably sensitive to your needs since you ignored her for so many years.” Ty threw her a napkin.
    “I didn’t ignore her. I didn’t know she existed.”
    “Keep telling yourself that. Here you go.” Ty handed her a plate with the largest