She sucked in a sharp breath. “Lies.”
“I noticed you,” he murmured. “I watched you. And most of all,” he tangled a hand in her hair, angling her face to his, “I wanted you.”
His mouth crashed down on hers, kissing her with renewed desperation.
“Bastard,” she charged, catching his lower lip between her teeth. “You let me think it was all in my head.”
“There’s a reason everyone avoids my kind.” He pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth. “But you are the one person I never wanted to hurt.”
A grin curved her lips. “I’m stronger than I look.” With a snap of her fingers, Ciar’s arms were pinned above his head.
He pulled against her magic but couldn’t win his way free. Instead of anger, however, the lust in his eyes grew even hotter.
Had she ever seen anything so perfect? Ciar stretched out under her, hers to command.
She pressed her hands to his chest, feeling the coiled strength beneath her palms. This man brought his enemies to their knees and here he was, at her mercy.
“Tricky girl,” he purred.
“I can handle demons,” she replied. She slid her hands down his chest to slip under his t-shirt. Mikayla drew her fingertips along the waistband of his jeans and felt his muscles clench beneath her palms. Oh yes, she couldn’t wait to handle him.
She inched the material higher, revealing his body to her hungry view.
“Mikayla.” Her name was a whispered plea and she was more than happy to respond.
Bending low, she pressed her lips to his bronzed skin. Her mouth moved higher as she let her fingers glide across the contours of his muscles. Ciar moaned under her touch, rolling his hips against hers.
She undulated against him, rubbing her body against his harder one. She’d never thought to touch him this way. To straddle him and see her proud warrior laid out for her pleasure. There was no mistaking the burning desire in his eyes but he didn’t fight her magic. If anything, his expression dared her to go further, to satisfy her craving.
Her fingers flicked over his nipples and she hid her smile at the guttural groan the action wrung from him. Empowered, she drew her tongue over the sensitive skin. He bucked against her, trying to reclaim his lost control.
“Shh,” she whispered, scooting up to reach his mouth. She kissed him with a teasing touch meant to inflame, not soothe. Every time he strained to deepen the contact, she pulled back, leaving him as frustrated as he’d left her all these months.
“I want you,” he growled against her mouth.
She closed her eyes, wondering if she would ever get tired of hearing him say that.
“Back at you.” She ran her fingers down his chest. “You’re too perfect to be real.”
“Glad I don’t disappoint.”
Mikayla paused, drawing back to look at him. “You could never disappoint me.” The revealing words were out before she could call them back.
The humor left Ciar’s eyes. “Let me go, Mikayla. I want to touch you.”
For a moment she hesitated, liking the power she held. Ciar under her control would do less damage to her emotionally. But if this was her one chance in his bed, she didn’t want either of them to hold anything back. With a wave of her hand, she released the simple spell.
Ciar tugged the shirt over his head before wrapping his arms around her. She pulled his mouth down to hers as he rolled her back onto the bed. He slid his strong hands over her skin and Mikayla shivered at the touch. Delicious sparks of pleasure coursed through her and all she wanted was more.
Dropping a last kiss on her lips, Ciar drew back and grinned at her. His hands moved to the clasp of her jeans and she offered no protest as he helped her kick free from the constricting material. She wanted to touch him fully, nothing between them.
Ciar’s gaze burned hotly as he stared at her long legs. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world and right now, she almost believed him.
“Your turn,” she whispered, holding her breath as she waited to see what he would reveal.
Mikayla crawled backward to give him room to strip. When he dropped his jeans and boxers over the side of the bed she couldn’t stop her swift inhale.
Ciar knelt at her feet, watching her with the gaze of a hunter. The rising heat within her answered the raw desire she read in his face. Never in her life had she wanted anyone with the desperation Ciar inspired. Nothing was more important than getting his hands on her skin.
Mikayla rose to her knees and crawled down the bed to him. He groaned as her fingers touched his abdomen, then trailed tantalizingly lower.
Mikayla drew one light finger down the length of his cock.
“God,” he gasped, grabbing her wrist.