A Little Night Muse(26)

                “Yes.” She tipped toward him with a sigh and set her lips to                     his. Her tongue traced the inner curve of his mouth, and his hips jerked in                     eager response.

                When she lifted her mouth, they were both panting, and his cock                     was a branding iron in her hand, hot and hard.

                She let her fingers slip away. “Take off your clothes.”

                He rocked off the bed and shucked his jeans, letting the shirt                     slide off his shoulders. But when she reached for him, he eluded her. He swept                     the comforter back, pushing up the flannel into a thick nest. “First things                     first. Lie back.”

                She stared at him, her green eyes half lidded.

                He hooked one arm behind the small of her back, looming over                     her, and gave her a slow smile. “I’m feeling inspired.”





                                      Chapter 5

                Adelyn hesitated. A musetta                     teased and stimulated, and then, often enough, a musetta vanished without a trace. But had any musetta ever just laid back and indulged?

                The thought was tempting. More tempting yet was the shine of                     desire and determination in Josh’s many-colored eyes. He wanted her, but he                     wanted something more. Too bad he didn’t know a musetta couldn’t give it all. Inspiration alone didn’t have the                     power to deliver.

                A part of her rebelled. Maybe she had never been able to create                     anything of her own, but he was offering to inspire her. What would that look                     like? Well, it looked like a very intent cowboy. But what would it feel like?

                She relaxed into the curve of his arm. With the same strength                     that had lifted her onto the horse, he eased her back onto the hillocks of the                     bed coverings. The contrast between the cool fabric and his hot skin made her                     shiver with delight.

                He leaned down to kiss her and she buried her fingers in his                     golden hair. A fairy princess of the kind the humans preferred might dream of                     possessing such thick, waving locks. But he reached up to untangle her and                     stretched her arms over her head, making her arch.

                His lips traveled down her jaw, traced the flying pulse along                     the column of her neck, skimmed the hollow of her throat. She arched higher, but                     he needed no such encouragement.