right now they were naked, skin to skin, so he could see if she felt as good against him in other places. Wanted, more than anything, for her to rise up on her toes and press those plump, tender lips against his so he could know what it was like to be kissed again.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been kissed. Couldn’t remember what it felt like to press his mouth to someone else’s, to taste their essence on his tongue. Couldn’t remember how good it must feel to get lost in nothing but warm, blissful wetness.
She’d be all three, he bet. Not just in her mouth, but between her legs, where he ached to touch her, skin to skin.
“You can’t protect me,” she whispered. “No one can.”
The finality to her words slowed his racing heart and brought his focus up to her eyes. They were so green, so fathomless, he wondered if he could see her soul. But they were also haunted. By a fear he sensed was the root of who she really was.
Her panic attack back at the colony whipped through his mind. Followed by the way she’d run from him in Argolea. He had no doubt whoever or whatever was out there was here because of her.
“Who’s hunting you?”
Her gaze slid from his eyes to his lips, where it hovered, jacking his already overheated body temperature up another five degrees. For the first time in his life, he wanted to know the thoughts of another. Then she licked her lips, like she wanted to take her own sinful taste, and all that supreme control he’d mastered during his lifetime flew right through the trees. His cock swelled beneath his fly until need consumed him.
Kiss me. Gods, just kiss me .
“Natasa?” Ilithyia’s rang out.
“ Shit .”
Natasa lurched back, her one panicked thought slicing through the sexual haze. But Titus’s arms were still bound around her, and she didn’t get far.
She struggled to break free, and amusement stole through him. He might not be able to read her thoughts clearly, he might wrestle with her expressions, but he recognized body language. She wanted him. Maybe not as much as he wanted her, but enough.
She jerked out from under his arms and smoothed her hair. Then held up a finger and shot him a look. “Not a word.”
A broad smile spread across his face. Yeah, he’d discover who she was for Argonauts. He’d uncover what she was running from and figure out a way to protect her for her. But he was going to have her for himself. Screw the consequences and whatever was keeping him from feeling her emotions. For the first time in over a hundred years, he wanted something just for him . And he wasn’t going to walk away until he had his fill. No matter what happened next.
“They’re gone,” Ilithyia called. “We move on.”
Natasa’s chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. Color stained her cheeks. Heat all but rolled off her in waves. “Come on,” she snapped. “And stay quiet. Don’t make me hurt you.
“Hurt me, ligos Vesuvius . I want you to.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re playing with fire, Argonaut.”
Warmth flooded every single vein in his body. This was about to get a whole lot more interesting. “I can’t wait to get burned.”
* * *
Natasa’s adrenaline surged as they neared the compound. She was walking a fine line here. She didn’t want to do anything to piss off Ilithyia any more than she already had. The Amazon already didn’t like her. And being caught with an Argonaut wasn’t improving her situation.
Stay focused. Remember why you’re here. Remember what’s at stake .
Behind her, Titus shuffled over a rock, and his shoulder bumped hers. Awareness trickled through, reminding her of that moment with him in the trees. When he’d looked at her as if he’d wanted to kiss her. When she’d considered—for one insanely stupid moment—rising on her toes and kissing him back.
Kissing him? Kissing him? She was seriously losing it if she was considering getting more involved with the hero.
Damn him for
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been kissed. Couldn’t remember what it felt like to press his mouth to someone else’s, to taste their essence on his tongue. Couldn’t remember how good it must feel to get lost in nothing but warm, blissful wetness.
She’d be all three, he bet. Not just in her mouth, but between her legs, where he ached to touch her, skin to skin.
“You can’t protect me,” she whispered. “No one can.”
The finality to her words slowed his racing heart and brought his focus up to her eyes. They were so green, so fathomless, he wondered if he could see her soul. But they were also haunted. By a fear he sensed was the root of who she really was.
Her panic attack back at the colony whipped through his mind. Followed by the way she’d run from him in Argolea. He had no doubt whoever or whatever was out there was here because of her.
“Who’s hunting you?”
Her gaze slid from his eyes to his lips, where it hovered, jacking his already overheated body temperature up another five degrees. For the first time in his life, he wanted to know the thoughts of another. Then she licked her lips, like she wanted to take her own sinful taste, and all that supreme control he’d mastered during his lifetime flew right through the trees. His cock swelled beneath his fly until need consumed him.
Kiss me. Gods, just kiss me .
“Natasa?” Ilithyia’s rang out.
“ Shit .”
Natasa lurched back, her one panicked thought slicing through the sexual haze. But Titus’s arms were still bound around her, and she didn’t get far.
She struggled to break free, and amusement stole through him. He might not be able to read her thoughts clearly, he might wrestle with her expressions, but he recognized body language. She wanted him. Maybe not as much as he wanted her, but enough.
She jerked out from under his arms and smoothed her hair. Then held up a finger and shot him a look. “Not a word.”
A broad smile spread across his face. Yeah, he’d discover who she was for Argonauts. He’d uncover what she was running from and figure out a way to protect her for her. But he was going to have her for himself. Screw the consequences and whatever was keeping him from feeling her emotions. For the first time in over a hundred years, he wanted something just for him . And he wasn’t going to walk away until he had his fill. No matter what happened next.
“They’re gone,” Ilithyia called. “We move on.”
Natasa’s chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. Color stained her cheeks. Heat all but rolled off her in waves. “Come on,” she snapped. “And stay quiet. Don’t make me hurt you.
“Hurt me, ligos Vesuvius . I want you to.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re playing with fire, Argonaut.”
Warmth flooded every single vein in his body. This was about to get a whole lot more interesting. “I can’t wait to get burned.”
* * *
Natasa’s adrenaline surged as they neared the compound. She was walking a fine line here. She didn’t want to do anything to piss off Ilithyia any more than she already had. The Amazon already didn’t like her. And being caught with an Argonaut wasn’t improving her situation.
Stay focused. Remember why you’re here. Remember what’s at stake .
Behind her, Titus shuffled over a rock, and his shoulder bumped hers. Awareness trickled through, reminding her of that moment with him in the trees. When he’d looked at her as if he’d wanted to kiss her. When she’d considered—for one insanely stupid moment—rising on her toes and kissing him back.
Kissing him? Kissing him? She was seriously losing it if she was considering getting more involved with the hero.
Damn him for
Similar Books
