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lips of yours, but I refuse to take advantage.”
“Mmm, you’re a sweet talker ,” she murmured as she rose on the tips of her toes to get a little closer to his mouth. “You can’t take advantage of the willing.”
Chapter Ten
Her breath was coming fast as she fisted his shirt to pull him down to her. With the reckless abandon she was often accused of, she devoured his mouth. Her tongue swept across the crease that barred her entrance. His lips parted, and she moaned faintly as he captured her tongue and sucked softly. Diving in headfirst seemed to be on both of their minds as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass. He lifted her and turned to place her on the edge of the counter. Uriah slid his hands over her thighs to the backs of her knees, where he pulled them tight to his hips, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
Need suffused her . Something beyond words, deeper than she’d ever felt, flooded through her. Diving in with Uriah didn’t feel reckless at all… it felt like home. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Tipping his forehead to hers, Uriah broke the kiss, their equally heavy breath mixing in the small space that separated them.
“You’re not ready?” she said softly, disappointment lacing her words as she turned her head.
“For you, I am very much ready… but are you?” he asked. “Because for the first time in months, I know what I want.”
She turned to look into his molten-silver gaze. “Me?” she asked, her tone sultry and her lips tipped into a sensual smile.
Her smile was going to be his undoing. With a nod, he captured her mouth once more. Their tongues twisted in a heated dance of desire. She reached for the hem of his shirt, nearly clawing at the fabric as she pushed it over his chest, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and toss it behind her. Before their lips could meet again, she caught sight of the vibrant ink decorating his chest. Her head tilted and her fingers reached out to trace the fiery wings.
“What?” he questioned, looking down at his first piece of body art.
There was something shining in her eyes as she looked up at him. It was a look Uriah would give anything to see over and over again.
“It’s beautiful. How long have you had it?” she asked.
He smiled. “It’s pretty new.”
She nodded. “A new beginning kind of thing?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
She bit her lip as she studied the almost ethereal black bird with highlights of blue at its tail feathers that progressed to shades of red and orange, where flames appeared to dance behind him. Uriah watched her study the ink while all he wanted to do was occupy her mouth, but he reveled in the shiver that raced through him as her fingers continued to trace the bird.
When she looked back up from the tattoo she found him staring at her. “You wanna see mine? I think you might like it,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head and reached back to unclasp her bra.
Pulling her hair over her shoulder with one hand, she stretched her other arm over her breast and turned to show him her back. Uriah’s breath caught as he took in the black-and-grey tattoo that covered nearly her entire back. Two feathered wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and draped down her back to curl along her side. The detail in the feathers was exquisite. His head cocked, and he noticed the hints of deep brown weaving into the detail of each individual feather. He was now tracing his fingers over the large wings.
“You like it?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“It’s stunning. What made you decide to add the brown detailing?”
She bit her lip. “I might sound crazy, but I figure my wings should sort of match my hair… I would think if they were real , they would.”
Uriah lifted his gaze to her and smiled. She had no idea how right she was. If she had wings, they would most definitely be the same color as her beautiful, coffee tresses.
“You think I’m
“Mmm, you’re a sweet talker ,” she murmured as she rose on the tips of her toes to get a little closer to his mouth. “You can’t take advantage of the willing.”
Chapter Ten
Her breath was coming fast as she fisted his shirt to pull him down to her. With the reckless abandon she was often accused of, she devoured his mouth. Her tongue swept across the crease that barred her entrance. His lips parted, and she moaned faintly as he captured her tongue and sucked softly. Diving in headfirst seemed to be on both of their minds as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass. He lifted her and turned to place her on the edge of the counter. Uriah slid his hands over her thighs to the backs of her knees, where he pulled them tight to his hips, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
Need suffused her . Something beyond words, deeper than she’d ever felt, flooded through her. Diving in with Uriah didn’t feel reckless at all… it felt like home. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Tipping his forehead to hers, Uriah broke the kiss, their equally heavy breath mixing in the small space that separated them.
“You’re not ready?” she said softly, disappointment lacing her words as she turned her head.
“For you, I am very much ready… but are you?” he asked. “Because for the first time in months, I know what I want.”
She turned to look into his molten-silver gaze. “Me?” she asked, her tone sultry and her lips tipped into a sensual smile.
Her smile was going to be his undoing. With a nod, he captured her mouth once more. Their tongues twisted in a heated dance of desire. She reached for the hem of his shirt, nearly clawing at the fabric as she pushed it over his chest, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head and toss it behind her. Before their lips could meet again, she caught sight of the vibrant ink decorating his chest. Her head tilted and her fingers reached out to trace the fiery wings.
“What?” he questioned, looking down at his first piece of body art.
There was something shining in her eyes as she looked up at him. It was a look Uriah would give anything to see over and over again.
“It’s beautiful. How long have you had it?” she asked.
He smiled. “It’s pretty new.”
She nodded. “A new beginning kind of thing?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
She bit her lip as she studied the almost ethereal black bird with highlights of blue at its tail feathers that progressed to shades of red and orange, where flames appeared to dance behind him. Uriah watched her study the ink while all he wanted to do was occupy her mouth, but he reveled in the shiver that raced through him as her fingers continued to trace the bird.
When she looked back up from the tattoo she found him staring at her. “You wanna see mine? I think you might like it,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head and reached back to unclasp her bra.
Pulling her hair over her shoulder with one hand, she stretched her other arm over her breast and turned to show him her back. Uriah’s breath caught as he took in the black-and-grey tattoo that covered nearly her entire back. Two feathered wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and draped down her back to curl along her side. The detail in the feathers was exquisite. His head cocked, and he noticed the hints of deep brown weaving into the detail of each individual feather. He was now tracing his fingers over the large wings.
“You like it?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“It’s stunning. What made you decide to add the brown detailing?”
She bit her lip. “I might sound crazy, but I figure my wings should sort of match my hair… I would think if they were real , they would.”
Uriah lifted his gaze to her and smiled. She had no idea how right she was. If she had wings, they would most definitely be the same color as her beautiful, coffee tresses.
“You think I’m
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