Waterfall(15)

Her flesh throbbed, demanding for him to be inside her. To ease the tension that bound her to irrational thought. A ripple of pleasure mixed with frustration trembled through her body, and she bit him again, harder. Her lungs locked. She was unable to breathe. Oh… Someone save her.

“Say it,” he grunted.

Her need was so wrong. Yet she could not stop herself from wanting him to touch her breasts, stomach, and oh indeed, the spot between her legs. She released her hold on his neck and stared up at him. His eyes rippled like the sea once more. She shivered. “I need…this,” slipped from her lips.

Jordan stilled. “Damn. I know.”

Her hand gripped his bare bottom and clenched. Round, hard muscles barely budged beneath her touch. Her legs trembled about his hips. He was delightful, and as scary as anything she had ever seen.

This was passion.

She bit her lip and pulled her hips back. His phallus shifted down between her thighs. Her flesh throbbed for him. She squirmed, arching her hips toward him. “Please.” Good Lord! Now she begged for him. Heat blazed to her cheeks.

He sat back. His thick member stood straight out from him, just above the water’s surface, and continued to grow.

She tilted her head to the side and away from his blue stare. Her earlobes burned. Lord, she was scandalously wanton too. And this was all her. No voice in her head.

A scratching came from the other side of the bedroom door. She turned her head toward the sound. What was that?

Hudson? The hairs on her neck stood.

What was she doing?

She stared back at Jordan. A ring of blue glowed about his elbows, and blood trickled down his shoulder and across his chest. Oh! She had actually hurt him. She trailed her finger up the red path to the spot on his neck, then down to the blue bands about his elbows. Rough scales met her touch. My stars, what had happened to him?

His beautiful blue eyes sparkled, and within the depths of his eyes, a vision of him and Celeste joined up against the wall flashed.

She tore her gaze from his. She needed to use her head, not her wanton desires. This was wrong, and wanting him so desperately defied the vows she had taken with another. “I am Hudson’s. No matter how correct this feels—I cannot.” She had, after all, given herself to Hudson willingly.

His eyebrows rose. “Pardon?” His mouth tightened to a straight line.

“I—” She pushed herself up and stood, shaking. The water drizzled down her as if his hands trailed her body, each line leaving a glowing golden trail on her skin. She writhed against the sensations, grasped her robe and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Her hands quivered as she found the ties and then leapt from the tub.

“You are mine. You know it.” He smirked at her and stood.

She closed her eyes. Her body thought so, and the image of him smiling like that was too much for her mind to overthrow. Her stomach flipped. Behind her lids flashed the memory of his wet hair dangling down into his face, his broad, muscled shoulders, and oh, those eyes. But those blue scales?

She spun away from him and opened her eyes. Look at anything but him. “Well, my mind does not. No matter how…” Her body lit with heat. No matter how your touch feels.

He chuckled.

Or how your voice makes my…

“It will be damn good.” The water swirled behind her.

She spun about and stared at the door. “Hudson could be behind this door, and to be frank, I simply don’t want this. Not like this.” Her voice lowered on the last three words.

“Not like this?” He strode to her, water streaking down his muscled body. “Then how?”

She backed up until her bottom hit the wall behind her. He pushed his body against hers. His phallus lodged between her legs and rubbed against her oversensitive flesh.

She moaned, deep and primal, in her throat. Her body did want this. Him. And, save her, more.

“Let this happen. It needs to. We will figure out the rest.” His fingers pushed her hair away from her shoulder and brushed the mark on her neck. He stared unwavering into her eyes.

She couldn’t believe the words she was about to speak. “All right, I want this. Indeed I do.”





“What is she doing?”

Hudson sniffed at the crack beside the door in a way that made him less than human. She was not alone. That much was for certain. Unable to control the urge, he scratched at the door with his polished fingernails.

“I don’t wish to spy on them, Your Grace.” The deep male voice came from over his shoulder or somewhere in his mind. He was uncertain. He spun around. Nothing but shadows swayed in his head. He pressed his fingertips to his temple, shuddered, and spun back to the door.

“You serve without fail for me.” His voice puffed out, deep, dark and desperate to his own ears. He was the Duke of Hudson. He should never be desperate!