fingers, which he kept pressing in and out of her.
“I was pissed at myself because I admired your response, and—”
Previous him kept talking. “I understand you have quite a varied clientele. That could prove…difficult.”
She shrugged, attitude plain. His problem. Not hers.
He considered her in silence, and she refused to look away from his stare. After a moment, his lips hitched in a shadow of a smile. “Will you at least contact me if witches are involved?”
Delilah pursed her lips and he could remember thinking only of how he wanted to suck on her lower lip until she melted. “I can’t make guarantees,” she said, “because it may depend on my client and the privacy privileges they hold with me. But I will when I can. That’s the best I can do.”
He inclined his head, though his jaw hardened. “Fair enough.”
She glanced down at his hand still on her arm. She hadn’t flinched at the burn mark down one side of his, seeming more interested than repulsed. “May I go?”
Alasdair turned his head to meet the eyes of the real woman in his arms now and stopped the movement of his hand. “That was the moment I decided.”
“Decided what?” she asked, bucking against him, chasing a touch he refused.
“To get you into my bed. One way or another.” Like that day, he smiled. A real one that had her own eyes widening in response, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“I’ll see you again, I’m sure,” the old him said. And both of them walked away, leaving the current versions alone again.
“That’s all you wanted? A quick fuck?” she demanded.
“What I wanted then and what I want now are…different.” Hell, how could he admit that what he’d wanted then was more than a quick fuck, but he’d only realized that today?
This time, the understanding sent a chill of trepidation down his spine. Not enough to stop what they were doing, though.
Delilah tossed her head. “Actually…a quick fuck is all I have to offer. Right now. Before the real world intrudes. Take it or leave it.”
She was going to say more. He sensed it. Knew it for a certainty, somehow. But she didn’t, clamping her lips shut.
A quick fuck was in no way, shape, or form good enough. He wasn’t stupid enough to say so, though. “I’ll take what you can give me. For now.”
And he’d bind her body to him through sheer need. No way was one time going to be enough, for either of them. He’d figure out how to reach the rest of her when this was all over.
They stared at each other for long, unbreakable moments. A battle of wills. Of needs.
Then she moved against him restively. “I guess you better fuck me, then,” she said.
Alasdair shook his head and crooked a finger inside her, absorbing the way her body shuddered with that small movement. “Ask me, Delilah. Tell me what you want.”
The battle raging in those dark eyes might look like fury, but her quivering, hot little body told him to wait. To give her this. She needed to surrender and at the same time, give him permission. The ultimate form of control.
Desire lit in her eyes, turning them almost liquid as her lips tipped in a challenging smile. “I want you to make me come so hard I see the edges of heaven.”
…
I can’t believe I said that.
The shock still didn’t stop her from bucking against his touch, chasing the high he promised to give her.
He’s going to hate me when he learns what I am. I shouldn’t be doing this to him.
It likely hadn’t been obvious to Alasdair who or what had been binding her powers that day as a child, or what kind of oath she’d been speaking, but he was going to figure it out sooner or later.
Which meant this might be her only chance with him.
Emotions and needs twisted up in each other until Delilah hardly knew which way was up. The part of her that had been in charge—of everything—for so long…that part needed this. Needed him. Needed to let go and let someone else take the helm. Especially when he could make her feel like this.
Shockwaves reverberated through her as the import of that hit.
Ever since she’d been old enough to truly understand what happened that day her father made her bind her powers, she vowed to never let anyone make a decision for her ever again.
This is different, though. Just sex.
But even that small voice in her head knew