heat rushed through her in a lava flow of need.
He pulled back with a sharply indrawn breath. “Thank the gods. I was coming down to you. You feel it, too, don’t you? This thing between us.”
Her chore pushed aside by blazing need, which demanded nothing less than surrender, she nodded. “Yes. But I thought…Persephone?”
He shook his head. “I never encouraged her.”
Thank the gods. Rowan hated the idea of him with that stuck-up witch.
He brushed a strand of hair back from her face, then leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Stay with me tonight?”
One night just for her, for them—that was all she could give.
Again, she nodded, even as she stood on tiptoe, seeking his lips with her own. “Yes,” she whispered against his mouth, and he crushed her to him.
Backing her up, Grey pressed her against a wall, his body solid and warm, pinning her there while his mouth ravaged hers. With a surprisingly light touch that sent shivers cascading over her skin and down her spine, he traced down her arms with both hands, then in a sudden move, took her by the wrists and pinned her hands above her head.
Rowan cried out as the sigil on the inside of her wrist, already on fire, flared to excruciating life at his touch. Heat flooded her blood and through her body to the throbbing juncture at her thighs.
Sweet heaven above, he might make her come simply by touching that mark.
Holding her arms with one hand, he trailed his other hand down to cup the heavy weight of her breast. Rowan gasped as her nipples peaked eagerly, seeking his touch even through her T-shirt.
“So sensitive,” he murmured against her lips, satisfaction tingeing the words.
In answer Rowan tugged at her wrists, asking him to release her, then snuck her hand between them to where his hard length pressed against the zipper of his jeans. She stroked down the ridge of his erection, eliciting a groan.
“Mmmmm. So sensitive,” she echoed his words, right down to the tone of satisfaction. And then took it a step further. “I wonder if it would be just as sensitive if I licked?”
She caught the white flash of his grin in the moonlit hallway. “Witch.”
Before she could respond, he claimed her lips again, branding them his as much as the mark on her wrist did. Could she deny now the sigil was a bonding mark? Did she want to?
“Grey,” she whispered between kisses.
“Yeah?”
“Take me to your bedroom.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Rowan gasped as he scooped her into his arms. With a well-placed kick of his foot, he knocked the door to his room open and marched across the floor. But, instead of rushing through the next moments, he slowly lowered her to the bed, the look in his eyes—intense, needy, and demanding—stealing her breath. No one had ever looked at her with such…adoration. She swallowed against the swell of emotion his gaze pulled out of her.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his low voice humming through her.
Forgetting herself, unable to resist the urge…resist him…anymore, she whispered a quick set of words. In an instant, their clothes disappeared, leaving them naked, the cool air against her heated skin only adding to the sensuous pleasure that held her in its grip.
Grey laughed. “And so damn surprising.”
He leaned in to her, the weight and warmth of his body against hers, skin against skin, hard against soft, rough against silky smooth, delicious. “I didn’t see you coming, but I’m happy you are part of our lives.”
A stab of guilt arrowed through her but dissipated as he took her lips once more. He explored her with agonizing slowness, each caress, each taste of her deliberate and savored, driving her need for him higher and higher.
At the same time, she explored every inch she could reach, reveling in the hard, hot body under her fingertips, under her mouth. Gods, he smelled amazing, all pine and musk and man.
He moved down her body and took one pink nipple between his teeth, tugging gently, shooting sparks to her core and her wrist.
Rowan moved against him restlessly. “Grey,” she moaned. And hoped he got the message. She needed him. Now.
“I know,” he murmured against her breast. “I feel it, too.”
He moved between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. A spell whispered between his lips, protecting them both without the need for a condom, a bonus of being a witch. Then he pushed inside her slick heat in one long, slow move.
Rowan gasped as