Sweet Ruin(83)
In a singsong tone, she said, “Jea-hel-lous.” She floated higher to nip the tip of his sensitive ear!
He didn’t know if that made him want to fuck her, spank her, or hug her. “Perhaps I’ll run into some Orea up here, nymphs who live on high mountaintops. Then we’ll see who’s jealous.”
She alighted on the plank again. “And what would you do with them? Bone them? When you’re so scared?”
“I’m not scared. I’m just not overjoyed.”
“My man is old and jealous and scared too.” The sun hit her dazzling smile.
Gods, she was stunning. “I’d simply rather be somewhere else. Now, shut up, child.”
“So it wouldn’t bother you if I did this?” She jumped up and down, bouncing the plank. “Will the Orea come and save their favorite stud?”
“You’ll pay for this when we get to solid ground.”
“What if I did this?” She inched closer to him. Closer. She didn’t stop when she reached him, just proceeded—into his body.
“Josephine, no.” Chills skittered up his spine. Yet at the same time, having her inside him was curiously . . . erotic.
They began to dematerialize. “What are you doing?” Dread overwhelmed him when his fingers passed through the chain.
She stepped off the fucking ledge; they hovered in the air.
He peered straight down at the drop. His lungs seized, his heart about to explode. Trace away! Would she move with him? Or would he throw her off? What if she lost control and fell? Mind in chaos, he yelled, “Enough!”
She floated him back to the plank, then disentangled herself. Once she’d solidified beside him, his phobia kicked in with a vengeance, applying to her as well. “Stay on this godsdamned plank.” He shoved her between him and the mountain—leaving room only for his toes to remain on the board.
“What’d you do that for? You’re hanging off the edge now.”
He bit out, “I don’t know. You need to be kept close. But not bloody inside me.” In this position, he could see straight down her shirt to her pale cleavage. Just to distract him, a bead of perspiration trickled past her necklace, down between those alabaster mounds. When he focused on that view, he found this situation wasn’t as troubling. In fact, he was hard. He wanted to lick the sweat from every inch of her skin.
She walked her fingers up his chest, twining her hands behind his neck. “My dark fey’s protecting me again?”
He dragged his gaze to her face. “It wouldn’t be the first time. I did try to safeguard you below.”
“You were so fast against Desh! And you’re a lot stronger than I thought. Which is saying something since I saw you drop a building when I spied on you.”
He’d never scented her when she’d watched him—because she’d been air. “My strength comes with age. In the Lore, old man means strong man.”
“I feel your strength when I’m inside you. Possessing you gives me a high.”
“You’ve done it to me more than once?” It struck him. “In Tortua.”
She nodded. “I wanted to make sure I had an out if you tried to gank me or something. So I found an in.”
“Why would you ever materialize? You’re invincible as long as you’re intangible. Why not go twenty-four hours a day?”
“I like having a body.”
He would like having her body as well. “Have you possessed others when they have sex?”
She grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
He clutched her closer. “Do you make them do things?”
“I’m a voyeur only. I try not to make shells move. Messes with their minds.”
“You don’t say.” His jaw was sore from his own hits. “I had no idea why I was punching myself in the face. And then to step off the ledge?”
“I usually can’t sense anything inside a shell, but I tasted your fear and felt your heart thundering. Sorry I scared you.” Just as her delicate fingertips had climbed up, they began to trail back down.
“What’re you doing, Josephine?” He barely recognized his voice. Gods, she made him feel reckless. And exhilarated.
Young.
“It’s like I’ve got you cuffed. You can’t escape my clutches.” Her hand dipped to the waist of his trews, then inside. She gasped to find his cock erect and aching for her attention.
“Why would I ever want to escape?” he asked, hissing in a breath when she thumbed the crown in a mind-numbing circle.
She moaned, her nipples hardening against her shirt. He needed to touch her too! Battling his fear, he released the chain and rewarded his palms with plump flesh.