Catastrophic Attraction - Eve Langlais Page 0,84
her face. The parted lips. Her tightly shut eyes. The flush in her cheeks.
She clung to his shoulders, digging into his flesh.
He almost let her come with his strokes, but it turned out he could be selfish. He released her long enough to push his slacks down. His cock sprang free, and he gripped it, giving it enough direction to rub against her.
She mewled, a soft sweet sound, and her fingers spasmed as she held him. She wasn’t far, and her pleasure had him riding close. The head of his shaft probed her wet slit, but instead of thrusting, he knew enough to say, “Yes or no?”
“Yes, you idiot,” she growled as she took his mouth in a hot kiss. “And quickly.”
With a groan, he sheathed himself, feeling the heated moistness of her channel clenching around him. He trembled with the effort of going slow.
She wanted nothing of it. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Stop being such a tease.”
For a woman with no mental psionics, she controlled him, nonetheless. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and began to move inside her.
It was absolute perfection.
He thrust into her, over and over, the head of his cock striking something that brought a sharp gasp each time. He increased his pace, feeling her tightening around him. Readying herself to come.
Just in time, he caught her mouth. She whimpered as she climaxed hard. The walls of her sex pulsed around him. So snug, he couldn’t help but find his own release.
It took a few more strokes before he could stop, and they stood there, intertwined, their bodies still heaving and hot.
He gave her a soft kiss. Then another. “Casey, I—"
Whatever he might have said was interrupted by the furious knocking on the door.
“What?” snarled Roark, his senses still muddled with pleasure.
“It’s me, Cam.”
They both froze, and Roark didn’t need to reach for her to feel the shared foreboding. There was only one reason Cam would be here.
It took a moment to straighten themselves, Roark yanking up pants, her pulling down her skirt. She moved away from him as he flung open the door and roared, “Where is my daughter?”
“Missing,” Cam said, hanging his head.
“What do you mean she’s missing?” Anger coursed through Roark, and he did his best not to kill the messenger.
It wasn’t easy. Especially since if he accidentally did, Casey probably wouldn’t forgive him. But this was his daughter. Charlie had gone missing.
“Where is she?” he asked coldly as he dangled Cam off the floor, the other man’s throat gripped in an invisible fist of air.
“He has to be able to breathe to answer,” was Casey’s saucy retort.
Roark knew his gaze was cold as he said, “No he doesn’t.”
This man didn’t have the same shields as his sister. Cam was an open book, which meant Roark could see right into him. He dug into the recent memories, winding backwards from the trip to Port City and zipped back until the last moment Cam saw Charlie.
His daughter was tucked in bed. Anita had the night watch. Cam would take over in the morning. However, his sleep ended abruptly. Instinct had him rolling from bed and rushing to the princess’s bedroom, only to discover Charlie gone. As for Anita, she lay flat on the floor, knocked out. A quick forwarding of memories showed they discovered no outside enemy. No coordinated attempt to kidnap.
Even worse, Charlie had given Anita the drink that put her to sleep. His daughter had run away.
Why? Where?
Gurgle.
The noise reminded Roark that Cam was still dangling. He flicked his gaze to Casey, who patiently waited. She put too much faith in him. In his goodness. She’d not really had to see the bad king that he sometimes turned into when those he loved were threatened.
And she wouldn’t today.
He dropped Cam, who rubbed his throat and gasped for air. He wouldn’t hold the man at fault for his daughter’s follies, yet he needed someone to blame.
So Roark blamed himself. He shouldn’t have left Eden. Charlie would have never run if he’d been there for her.
“Don’t you dare.” Casey pinched his chin between her fingers and drew his gaze. “Don’t you dare think this is your fault.”
“If it’s not mine, then it’s his.” He glared at Cam. “And Anita’s and Titan’s. Every fucking person who somehow missed seeing a little girl leaving what is supposed to be a heavily guarded castle.”
“She obviously has hidden talents,” Casey replied.
“She’s seven! And no one knows where she is!” The very idea she could be somewhere