Midnight's Captive(33)

In quick succession, she unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. He wore nothing beneath, which made her smile, because, somehow, she wasn’t surprised.

Charon grinned as he bent and lifted her in his arms before striding into his bedroom.





CHAPTER TWELVE



Charon’s body burned. And it was all because of Laura. Her kisses, her touch sent him careening over the edge, an edge he’d been afraid of.

But now … now he didn’t care. It was all about her. Touching her, learning her.

Loving her.

It didn’t matter that she now knew part of his secret. Laura was mixed up in the mess, so it was only fair she knew why. Yet, there was nothing that could convince Charon to tell her what he was.

Her pale green eyes were filled with passion and need. She gazed at him as if he were the only thing she wanted. It was how he wanted to keep it.

Nothing—and no one—would ever make him tell her he was a Warrior. He would do anything and everything it took to keep that information from her.

He gently laid her on the bed before he straightened to kick off his shoes and hurry out of his jeans. His hands itched to feel more of her silky skin and know the weight of her breasts once more.

She had been a temptation he resisted, but now he didn’t know why. All those wasted months he could have been enjoying her body and her amazing lips.

Charon put one knee on the bed, his body demanding he take her now. But he wanted to go slow, to savor every second.

He knew Phelan would guard the building, but in the back of his mind, he comprehended that he couldn’t dally as he yearned. Yet there was no way he could walk away from what Laura offered. Not when he craved her as he did.

“Charon,” she whispered, and rose up on her knees as if she knew his indecision. “Leave tomorrow for the rising of the sun. Let us have now.”

He moaned when her hand came to rest on his chest and slowly caressed downward until her long, slim fingers closed around his cock.

She gave a slight squeeze, sending his already inflamed blood to boiling. Charon wrapped one arm around her while his other hand cupped her breast.

Her head dropped back and the ends of her hair teased his thigh. He wanted all that glorious hair draped around him like a curtain as she leaned over him, riding him hard.

His cock jumped at the mere thought of it.

Charon claimed her mouth again. He couldn’t get enough of her and her soft moans as he teased her nipple. He wanted more.

He wanted all of her.

Laura moved her hand up and down the hard, thick length of Charon’s arousal. She loved the feel of his rod in her hands, loved the sounds he made in the back of his throat as she continued to stroke him.

But he was laying an assault on her senses with his kisses and fondling her breasts. His hands were everywhere. Touching, caressing. Learning.

Then his mouth moved down her throat once more. A soft cry fell from her lips as his lips closed over a turgid peak. He ran his tongue back and forth over her nipple, sending desire shooting straight to her sex.

Laura rocked her hips, seeking anything to ease the need within her. It tightened with each caress, each kiss … each lick.

She gasped when he cupped her sex, the heel of his hand putting pressure against her clitoris.

Charon shifted his mouth to her other breast, craving more of her. His fingers parted her curls to feel the dampness between her legs, and he groaned in response.

He pushed a finger inside her, her cry of pleasure made his god preen. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her, wringing more sounds of satisfaction.

It was just what he needed to ease the yearning inside him. Every sound that fell from her lips made him burn hotter. He wanted to lay her back, spread her legs, and bury himself within her tight folds.

Somehow he held back because he wanted to give Laura more than that. He wanted … He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. His mind was too full of the beautiful woman in his arms, his body too full of desire to think of anything but Laura.

Seductive, irresistible, all too alluring.

Laura.

Her hand on his cock was driving him wild. If she didn’t halt, he was going to spill.

He leaned forward, which sent her tumbling onto her back. For a moment, he simply gazed at her. The dark strands of her hair were spread around her, disheveled and wild.

It was her lips, swollen from his kisses and parted that made his balls tighten. But her eyes, those beautiful pale green eyes beckoned him to sample more of her.

Charon leaned over her with hands on either side of her head. He lightly kissed her before moving down her body, stopping to nip each of her breasts for a second. Then he continued over her stomach to her hips, and then to the glorious triangle of black curls between her legs.

He shifted his shoulders beneath her legs and parted her folds.