Finding The Lost Mystic Islan - Liberty Parker Page 0,29

attempt to make eye contact.

Well, it’s beginning to look more and more like I will be heading to bed for another night with balls as blue as the sky on a clear day. It’s not my preference obviously, but I will go at her pace, as that is how I feel the male should. I only hope her leopard is working overtime in there because having already about reached my limit, if things continue this way, I’ll be a miserable sonofabitch until she caves. It’s just a game. My bear makes an unwanted appearance. Cats are known for this and I can’t wait to take part and show her who’s boss. Clearing my throat, I ignore him and decide to keep this from getting anymore awkward for the both of us. “This evening was nice, thank you. Dinner was amazing and so are you.”

This catches her attention and she slowly moves her gaze upward and in my direction until she’s peering up at me through her long lashes. I notice her breathing slowly start to increase and watch as she fights to control it. “Yeah, it was,” she shyly admits. “Who would’ve ever thought that a baby born to one of the rogues would be the catalyst to us both ending the denial of what we both know is and has been between us since we met?”

I feel my cock begin to grow in the confinement of these sweatpants at her tone and admission. There’s no stopping it at this point, so now she will get a show whether she wanted it or not. “Uh, yeah,” leaves my lips as I make a last-ditch effort to turn slightly with the hopes that she hasn’t noticed and I can still tame this beast that has a mind of his own.

I hear the clinking noise of her glass as she sets it on the countertop and I feel her closing what minimal space there already is between us. I sure hope she knows what she’s doing, because there’s no stopping it once our skin touches again. “Trigger?” Looking over my shoulder, I look down into the longing look her eyes are displaying.

As each of my own shifts rapidly back and forth between hers, the heat between us is so intense and fiery it’s taking all my restraint from taking her now. “Yes, Vaughn?”

I feel a jolt of electricity shoot upward through my fingertips as her own make contact with mine and she clasps them between hers. “I never expected any of this or was even remotely prepared or even sure about it. But…” She pauses momentarily looking down before I use the tip of my other finger, placing it under her chin and lifting her face back up to mine. Her cheeks flush as a grin forms on her lips and her baby blues stare longingly back at me, pleading a case all their own. “But, one thing I’m certain of is you, and this.” She leans in, pressing her body into mine. “Make me yours, Trigger. Make me yours tonight. Please.”

Twelve

Trigger

“Nothing would make me prouder or happier than to do just that,” I inform her as I set my drink down on the counter. I lift her up into my arms as if she weighs nothing heavier than a floating feather, eliciting a slight gasp to leave her from the suddenness of my movement. Our lips are in the same proximity as one another’s, so close I can taste the wine seeping from her breath. Now, all I wanna do is sip that berry-flavored liquid off her tongue. No longer able to control the desire to do just that, I lower my lips and lightly swipe them across hers. Vaughn’s mouth opens at the light touch and my tongue sneaks its way into her heated cavern.

The first taste explodes on my tongue. My senses snap as I dive deeper, wanting more, needing to connect with her on a primal level. Walking us over to the kitchen table, I place her bottom on it and spread her legs wide, stepping into the space made available for me. Once my cock finds her center, I begin to grind as our tongues dance and duel. We dig deeper, needing each other with a desperation that I’ve never encountered before in my lonely lifetime. Something always felt amiss in my life— a hole in my soul and heart that was wide open—something she’s filling with a ferocity that I never expected.

She counters my actions and