His Heated Caress - Celia Kyle Page 0,31

mind one bit.

He laughed with the free, exhilarating feeling that came with flight as they rose into the air and watched Los Angeles sink below. He’d flown in countless jets before, so the view wasn’t a surprise to him, but from his perch on Wyntir’s back, it was such a radically different experience that he hardly knew how to handle the rush.

So, he channeled it—his love for this unbelievable woman could do nothing but grow, after all. He scooted as high up as he could on her shoulders and watched the towering skyscrapers dwindle below. What a wild ride! Wyntir seemed to love his enthusiasm, and she dipped down through the air to spiral dramatically.

Stark felt like he was gliding through the air with an angel—a guardian angel. His grin broadened as he realized the dot of white growing larger by the second was familiar to him. His house.

Wyntir hovered near his pool for a moment, whipping the surface into a froth, before landing in the grass. He wondered vaguely about her magic glamor that prevented prying human eyes from seeing her in dragon form. When she’d given Blaise a ride, they’d disappeared from his view, but he was able to see her shape during his ride. Must have to do with the fact he was on her, not just looking at her. Not that it mattered at this moment in time.

He’d barely slid off her back before she shifted back to her human form, causing him to stumble forward and into the arms of a very human and very naked Wyntir. She wrapped in him an embrace before he found her face and acted on instinct.

He kissed her, fiercely, grasping the sides of her face and groaning into it as he walked her backward, her hands exploring everything they’d been so hungry to feel before. His skin was on fire. He felt her fingers counting his abs under his shirt before he pinned her against the French door. She gasped as she felt his hardness in his pants.

“Not very professional,” Stark teased as he held his bodyguard by the wrists against the doors, smirking at her.

She grinned back at him. “We tried that, remember?” she said with a soft laugh. “It’s not our style.”

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, sending up a silent thanks for all the body work he’d put in for the film. Not to mention good genes.

“Now that we’ve been working together for almost a week,” he said, sliding his fingers way up her thigh. “Care to check out the bedroom?”

She didn’t bother speaking. She just reached behind her and slid open the door. They stumbled through the living room and up the stairs, their lips glued together until the back of her knees met the edge of the bed. Resting his hands on her hips, Stark relished the way his palms fit so perfectly on her rounded curves. Then he pushed her.

She fell back easily, willingly, with a big-ass smile on her gorgeous face, and she didn’t go alone. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she pulled him down on top her.

“Took me long enough to get you here,” he whispered against her lips, his body soaking up every ounce of heat from hers.

“Patience is a virtue.”

“It’s hard to be patient when we’re pressed together like this.”

“For once, I agree with you.”

Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing around each other, and he busied himself with exploring each curve and valley of her naked body. His hands skimmed up her sides, and his breath caught in his throat as he allowed his fingers to wander over to the enticing rise of her breasts. His touch was gentle and tender, even as her nipples hardened under his hands. He could barely keep himself contained.

Slowly, he pulled back from her lips and let his mouth wander to her neck. He laid soft, little kisses as he made his way to the valley between her breasts, and then his tongue hiked up to her right nipple. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked her hard bud into his mouth, his tongue dancing around it at a steady tempo.

She tasted just like he imagined she would, her naked skin a treasure trove. He felt like he could spend hours just exploring her body, mapping out every detail of it while losing himself completely. Arching her back, a quavering moan escaped from between Wyntir’s lips as she reached down and threaded her fingers into his hair.

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