Laura was on her feet in one smooth motion. The tight leggings hugged her trim legs, and the shirt she wore hung just to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her firm ass.
“For two years I worked for you, and you never told me what you were.”
“What good would it have done?”
She began to pace. “I want to believe you. Too much has happened. I can’t wrap my head around any of it.”
Charon followed her with his eyes. She was agitated, but it had to do with more than just discovering the truth. It also had to do with her magic, he was sure of it.
“I told you my story. Tell me yours.”
“Not yet. I need…” She trailed off as she came to a halt in front of him. “I need a mobile.”
“Nay.”
“Please, Charon. Just let me have a mobile.”
He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a shake. “There is an infant here! These people have saved my life, they’ve befriended me. I willna put them in jeopardy.”
It was a mistake to touch her. He knew it the instant his hands made contact with her. Instantly his body roared to life, demanding, yearning to have another taste of her.
Ranmond shouted inside him, urging him to pull Laura against him and claim her lips. Claim her body. It would be so easy, so simple to mold her curves to his body.
To caress her warm skin.
To kiss her soft lips.
To sink into her tight, wet body.
His gaze focused on her mouth. Such sweet cries of pleasure had fallen from those amazing lips. He wanted to hear them again. Nay. He needed to hear them again.
For so long, he had kept himself apart from everyone, but Laura hadn’t let him. She’d brought him into her world, whether he wanted it or not.
Then he had made love to her. It shouldn’t have felt so damn good. He had been upset she wasn’t a Druid, now he wished she weren’t.
Somehow their bodies leaned toward each other. Charon saw the erratic beat of the pulse at her throat. He could take her. With one kiss, she would melt against him.
But she wouldn’t be the only one affected. The overwhelming, irresistible longing told Charon he was already in too deep with her. If he guessed wrong and she was helping Jason, he put everyone’s lives in danger.
Charon made the mistake of looking into her pale green eyes. He lost himself in her gaze. He was falling, sinking into a vast ocean of green as deep and clear as the forests.
He gripped her shoulders firmly while he summoned the strength to push her away. Then he saw the desire, stark and blatant, in Laura’s eyes.
Inwardly cursing himself for ten kinds of fool, Charon found his arms pulling her to him instead of pushing her away. His balls tightened when her hands came to rest on his waist.
It could all be an act, a tactic for her to worm her way farther into his psyche. Yet it didn’t matter when she was so near. He wanted her, craved her like no other before. His hands itched to peel the clothes from her body.
And his cock ached to be buried inside her.
Her lips parted, inviting him to taste her. Her breathing grew harsh, rapid as she pushed her breasts against him.
With a growl, Charon spun them so she had her back against the wall and he was pressed against her. Her breath hitched and her fingers dug into his waist, letting him know her need was as great as his.
She rocked her hips against him, making his cock jump. No longer could he hold back. He had to have her, all of her.
Charon captured her mouth in a rough kiss. He laid claim, took, seized—and she gave it all to him with a soft moan.
Her hands clawed at his shirt until her palm touched skin. He had no qualms about ripping the shirt down the middle and tugging it off her. He deepened the kiss and reached between them to cup her breast. Charon growled as the weight settled in his palm. God, he loved her breasts.
Need, strong and powerful, rushed through him, but Charon was determined to ignore it. He stroked a thumb over her nipple and smiled at her gasp of pleasure. His hand slid down her side and into the waist of her leggings. It took one jerk to slip the material down her hips, along with her panties.
Charon caressed her ass and trim legs. Then he palmed her sex, putting pressure with the heel of his hand against her clitoris.
She tore her mouth from his and whimpered as she clung to his shoulders. He wanted her screaming, yearned to hear his name upon her lips as he brought her to orgasm.
He slid his finger into her curls and found her wet. She bucked against his hand, and it nearly shredded his control.
Charon held on by a thin thread as he pushed a finger inside her. She moaned, her eyes closed while her hips rocked against him.
Laura’s body was no longer her own. It belonged to Charon. He knew where to touch her, how to touch her to make her burn. She was on fire, scorched with the intensity of her need.