eagerly traced my hands down him, tugging his waistband until our hips touched. “You think he lied?”
“No. It’s all you,” Trent said, and then we gasped as one when, by chance, our fingers laced together and the glyphs drawn singly upon us resonated with the same exhilarating feeling. Breathless, I looked at Trent. He felt it, too. The soul of the one is the soul of the all, I thought as the sensation of connection snapped through us, ebbing and flowing through our fingers.
“Interesting,” Trent said, his smile turning wicked, and something in me quivered.
“Uh, I don’t think this was Hodin’s intent,” I said, wondering how I was going to get Trent’s pants off if I couldn’t let go of his hand. I knew I didn’t want to. Feeling his desire echo through me was so erotic, I could hardly bear it.
“Not my problem,” Trent said, and giving in, I found his mouth with mine.
Sensation redoubled, spilling through me, through us, our desire amplified by the still new and unblemished curse painted on our skins. My mouth moved against his, tingles racing through me, making my pulse beat fast and my hands skate over him, tugging him closer. The silky yarn between us was a cool wash on my skin, tingles trailing wherever it moved.
In wild need, I reached for his zipper, gasping when he pushed me back to the wall beside the couch. The shock jolted through me, and our hands parted. The snap of disconnection raked over my soul, and then it was just my desire making my breath quicken. But even that was exhilarating, and he quivered when I laid my hand atop the inked pattern on his chest and I could feel his love for me again.
“So it’s like that, then?” I whispered, the throaty rasp of my voice making his smile heated as he took my hand from him and pinned my wrists to either side of my head.
“Ever and always,” he said, and then I groaned, leg twining in his as he dropped his head and began nuzzling past the knitted throw for my breasts, finding one, then the other with his mouth until I nearly climaxed right there.
“You’re wearing too much.” I tugged my hand out from under his, and this time he let me. I fumbled with his zipper, his feet tangled in mine. He gasped in relief as I finally got his zipper down, shimmying everything to his knees with a careful foot. And then I found his mouth again, my tongue lightly twining with his, my hands behind his neck as he worked my jeans off and I shuddered, the cold hitting me to raise goose bumps.
I pushed from the wall, breath fast as he diverted my motion to the couch, pressing me back against the wall again with a thump. My eyes flashed open, seeing the hunger in his eyes, knowing it matched my own. Lean body taut, he pressed into me, holding me still as he found my mouth and filled my thoughts with wanting more.
A rising desperation was growing in me, little trills of emotion plinking one by one, sensation following every touch and caress. I was feeling everything twice, my desire and his, the need and hunger almost unbearable. Desperate to find all of him, my hands fisted in his hair and my legs twined with his. The tangle of our pants was lumpy under our feet. Breath fast, I tugged him closer, nails digging into him as he bore down hard enough on my neck to make me gasp. He was raw with need, strong with desire, all the passion he kept hidden under a suit and tie and the trappings of civilization gone. It made me want him all the more.
My hands skated over him, feeling his muscles move as I traced the lines of the curse from his back to his front, dropping down to search him out. I ached, wanting all of him. “Now,” I whispered, and he shook his head, leaning to find my breast, biting, tugging, pulling until I moaned, shivering with the need to do more. My hands fell to seek him out, desperately wanting to guide him in, wanting to get lost in feeling.
“Not yet,” he said as his lips left me, and he pulled me closer, not letting me open myself to him. “Not yet,” he said again, his voice hard with demand.
Goose bumps rose as he pulled the knitted throw from me, then traced the path