it!”
He chuckled softly. “Come here.” He beckoned, and she went into his embrace, sighing. He turned her until her bottom and back curved against him. His arms went round her, his lips by her ear, gifting her skin with small kisses. Her knees weakened.
“And do you want to be here? Because, I swear, this is something I wouldn’t exchange for anything. I love the feel of your gorgeous body against mine. Your softness, your curves”—he nipped her ear—“your scent.”
She shut her eyes, absorbed in the sensation of his hard body surrounding her. Yes, I want this, to be here with him.
“Do you?” He nipped her earlobe, harder this time.
“Ouch!” She wriggled, and he tightened his grip, making her hold her breath a moment as excitement hazed her thoughts. Oh, how did he arouse me from just that ? She caught up with the train of his questioning and sighed. What point was there in denying this any longer? Yet still the words dragged out of her. She whispered them. “Yes. I do. I want to be here.”
“Good. At last we are getting somewhere. I wanted to talk, as I said, but I could see there was no way you were going to agree. But this way, I think, is the best solution—I can make you listen and hold you at the same time. Sit on my lap.”
He sank to the ground, cross-legged, and settled her between his legs. Against her bottom she felt the line of his erection. Though it raised another wave of heat, she was glad they were outdoors, for her mind whirled. She didn’t want to make love again, not until she had time to think properly, away from his disconcerting influence.
Then he moved his hand into her lap and let his fingers dangle casually against her thigh, at the crease between her leg and pussy. She tensed, trying not to react. If he touched down there, he’d find her wet.
“I have some things to say that will seem unbelievable. Though there is evidence I can show you to prove what I say, it is up to you to decide whether to believe me or not. But I swear this is the truth.”
That made her sit up. Her mind cleared. She might have been taking down a statement at the station. If there was one thing she excelled at, it was knowing truth from falsehood.
“My first point is that you have a tendril growing on your face. Here.” He lightly touched her on the forehead where he’d touched before. “It means you have some of our blood in you.”
“What? What blood?” Already, this sounded like lunacy.
“Look here.”
Her mouth dropped open. In the center of his left palm was a flat mirror of what appeared to be water, only so very still, not rocked at all by the movement of his hand. It couldn’t be water. Could it?
He tilted his hand, and it stayed perfectly flat. She could see her face, and curling down her temple was a thin black ribbon. A tattoo? How though? He couldn’t have done it while I slept . She frowned and put her finger to her head, rubbed the tendril. Nothing happened except her skin reddened where she rubbed. Not ink, then, either. She stared down at the mirror on his palm, then slowly extended her hand until her finger entered its surface, going down into the cool liquid, and she felt his skin beneath.
“Water?”
“Yes. I am water fae. I can control water quite well, even on the worst of days. Providing I have power.” He dipped his fingers on her thigh a little lower, and even through the shorts, she felt them at the edge of her labia. “I can also sense moisture, here, dear heart.”
Unfair! But…dear heart ? She struggled not to squirm, kept it down to merely a hissed intake of breath. Her almost-fear had dissipated at his touch.
What the hell ? The fae? He thought he was a faerie? “Go on. And stop trying to distract me. Outrageous lies are still lies even when you”—he rubbed his fingers along her cleft, and she nearly bit her tongue—“do that.” Only thing was, they didn’t sound like lies. How much can I rely on my instincts?
“Almost a hundred
He chuckled softly. “Come here.” He beckoned, and she went into his embrace, sighing. He turned her until her bottom and back curved against him. His arms went round her, his lips by her ear, gifting her skin with small kisses. Her knees weakened.
“And do you want to be here? Because, I swear, this is something I wouldn’t exchange for anything. I love the feel of your gorgeous body against mine. Your softness, your curves”—he nipped her ear—“your scent.”
She shut her eyes, absorbed in the sensation of his hard body surrounding her. Yes, I want this, to be here with him.
“Do you?” He nipped her earlobe, harder this time.
“Ouch!” She wriggled, and he tightened his grip, making her hold her breath a moment as excitement hazed her thoughts. Oh, how did he arouse me from just that ? She caught up with the train of his questioning and sighed. What point was there in denying this any longer? Yet still the words dragged out of her. She whispered them. “Yes. I do. I want to be here.”
“Good. At last we are getting somewhere. I wanted to talk, as I said, but I could see there was no way you were going to agree. But this way, I think, is the best solution—I can make you listen and hold you at the same time. Sit on my lap.”
He sank to the ground, cross-legged, and settled her between his legs. Against her bottom she felt the line of his erection. Though it raised another wave of heat, she was glad they were outdoors, for her mind whirled. She didn’t want to make love again, not until she had time to think properly, away from his disconcerting influence.
Then he moved his hand into her lap and let his fingers dangle casually against her thigh, at the crease between her leg and pussy. She tensed, trying not to react. If he touched down there, he’d find her wet.
“I have some things to say that will seem unbelievable. Though there is evidence I can show you to prove what I say, it is up to you to decide whether to believe me or not. But I swear this is the truth.”
That made her sit up. Her mind cleared. She might have been taking down a statement at the station. If there was one thing she excelled at, it was knowing truth from falsehood.
“My first point is that you have a tendril growing on your face. Here.” He lightly touched her on the forehead where he’d touched before. “It means you have some of our blood in you.”
“What? What blood?” Already, this sounded like lunacy.
“Look here.”
Her mouth dropped open. In the center of his left palm was a flat mirror of what appeared to be water, only so very still, not rocked at all by the movement of his hand. It couldn’t be water. Could it?
He tilted his hand, and it stayed perfectly flat. She could see her face, and curling down her temple was a thin black ribbon. A tattoo? How though? He couldn’t have done it while I slept . She frowned and put her finger to her head, rubbed the tendril. Nothing happened except her skin reddened where she rubbed. Not ink, then, either. She stared down at the mirror on his palm, then slowly extended her hand until her finger entered its surface, going down into the cool liquid, and she felt his skin beneath.
“Water?”
“Yes. I am water fae. I can control water quite well, even on the worst of days. Providing I have power.” He dipped his fingers on her thigh a little lower, and even through the shorts, she felt them at the edge of her labia. “I can also sense moisture, here, dear heart.”
Unfair! But…dear heart ? She struggled not to squirm, kept it down to merely a hissed intake of breath. Her almost-fear had dissipated at his touch.
What the hell ? The fae? He thought he was a faerie? “Go on. And stop trying to distract me. Outrageous lies are still lies even when you”—he rubbed his fingers along her cleft, and she nearly bit her tongue—“do that.” Only thing was, they didn’t sound like lies. How much can I rely on my instincts?
“Almost a hundred
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