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“Me either,” he blurted.
“Then maybe we shouldn’t.” The last time she fell for someone, her heart fell apart too.
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms back around her.
She eyed the distance between them and breathed, “This is incredibly selfish.” Her voice had betrayed her like she was some seductress.
“You’re right.” He loosened his grip.
She tugged him back. “I didn’t finish what I was going to say.”
He quirked a brow.
“This is incredibly selfish … but not once in my life haveIbeen the selfish one.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I don’t want to wait.”
He grinned.
She clutched his tunic, drawing him closer. “Just kiss me already.”
And Soren did. Their lips molded into one in some desperate attempt to consume the other. She didn’t want air, or space. She wanted something other than the world around her.
Opening her mouth, she welcomed the push of his tongue. It was as decadent as his magic.
Soren gripped her thighs, hoisting her onto his hips. She moaned at the contact as he walked them across his tent. He sat her atop his table, then laid her down. Only when her back hit the smooth pine, had he released his mouth from hers.
She drew in what felt like her first true breath, but her body buzzed for more.
“I need to touch you,” he said.
“Please.” The word had just escaped her.
He made a guttural sound before yanking her sleeveless dress down with a single tug. While his mouth devoured one breast, his calloused hand massaged the other.
When his other fingers trailed lower, sliding between the slits of her dress, her back arched alive. Finding a very sensitive peak between her thighs, he pressed and twirled until she was moaning. By the time he slid a finger inside her, she whimpered his name.
“Tell me what you want.” His warm breath atop her battered breast was too much.
“More,” she breathed.
Soren growled something indiscernible as he added another finger. What started as slow and gentle strokes, easing her into his touch, had turned fast enough to rattle the maps off the table.
She reached her forearm across her mouth to bite back her moans.
Soren’s grunt was her only warning before he pulled his fingers from her and dragged her to the edge of the table.
She clawed at the wood for purchase. “What are you doing?”
He knelt before her, propping each of her feet up. “I said I need to touch you, Thessa, and I plan to do just that.” His tone had her toes curling.
After clutching her thighs and drawing his face against her center, the unthinkable happened. His mouth was upon her. She’d tensed on instinct, pulling her knees in closer.
Boxed in, he stopped and met her gaze. “You okay?”
“What are you doing?”