"No. Hell no." He laughed and joined me again on the couch. I went willingly into his strong arms and laid my head on his chest. "I suppose if we were into kink we could do it that way, but a simple slice on our hands and a firm handshake will also work."
"Well, that's good to know. I'm not into massive amounts of pain," I muttered as I snuggled closer.
"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Dixie," he said in a voice that made my tummy flip with desire. "But biting and drawing blood doesn't really do it for me."
"Good to know," I quipped sarcastically.
"I want to bond with you more than mere words can describe, but I won't until you are ready to commit to what it truly means."
"So we're not doing the nasty today?" I ran my hands over his broad chest and reveled in the tingles that ran up my arms.
"First of all," he said as he gingerly removed my hands. "It will not be nasty when I make love to you. I will make love to you until you don't know your own name and then I will fuck you until you can't see straight. It will be perfect and you won't be able to walk for a week."
I was rendered speechless and the need to tear my clothes off was mindboggling. As I searched for my voice he moved off the couch and walked across the room.
"You're pretty cocky," I choked out. "Shit. No pun intended."
His laugh almost sent me over the edge into the land of not walking for a week. "It's taking all I own at the moment to be this close to you and not make you mine," he said gruffly. "I know that you would come to me willingly right now, but you still have a journey to take and I won't deny you that. I can't."
"My body feels like a heartbeat and I literally ache right now. So unless you have a ginormous bucket of ice water or you can morph into a disgusting troll, you'd better leave," I said in frustration.
"I have a better idea," he said as he held out his hand to me. "Let's fly."
I blew out a huge breath and grinned. "Yes. Let's fly."
Chapter 13
Time had moved far too swiftly and the thought of leaving Hayden made my heart hurt.
"Do you want to play baseball?" Hayden asked as we lounged on my couch in my bungalow. With only a day left before my deportment, we'd spent almost every waking moment together.
"Will baseball help me live?" I asked, confused. Possibly handling a bat?
"Not that kind. Another kind," he said in a voice that woke up all my yet to be used lady parts.
"Um. . .okay," I whispered.
"Now baseball is complicated, but with practice you could be a pro."
"Not really my goal," I murmured as I slid closer to him.
"It's a very handy sport," he said as he pinned me with a stare that made my insides squishy and the need to crawl all over him intense.
"Interesting."
"Right, well the first thing you need to learn is about the bases. Do you know what first base is?" His eyes hooded and I prayed he wouldn't stop this time. I knew he would, but maybe. . .
I gently fingered the feather at my throat and considered my next move. Hayden had taken the feather he'd given me and had it made into a necklace. It now hung on a delicate golden chain. I swore I felt his energy inside me when I wore it. I secretly vowed to wear it for the rest of my life.
"I think it's this," I purred as I crawled on top of him and pressed my lips to his.
My softer, smaller body melted into his harder one and I knew I was where I was supposed to be. The evidence of his need pressed against my stomach and I hissed with delight.
"Baseball," he groaned as I wiggled my body closer, "is very difficult. You have to practice running the bases before you hit a home run."
"Am I doing it wrong?" I asked as I ran my tongue along his full lower lip.
"No, you're doing it right." His breathing was uneven as his tongue tangled with mine.
"If I'm not mistaken," I said as I took his large hand and placed it on my breast. "This is second base."
He closed his eyes and gently massaged my breast until it grew taut and tender under the touch of his hand. A familiar, yet to be fulfilled need coursed through me and I instinctually ground my hips into his.
"Oh God," he hissed as his hips moved in reply in a rhythm that was far more serious than the one I'd teased him with. His mouth captured mine and his teeth nipped at my lips.
I was so freakin' done being a virgin.
I pulled my shirt over my head and frantically tore his from his body. Sometimes having Demon strength rocked. His eyes widened and his grin almost undid me.
"I want you," I said as I took his face in my hands. "I need you."
The light sprinkling of blond hair on his chest that veed into the no-man’s land I was desperate to visit tickled my breasts and stomach as I rubbed against his strong body.