“Wee one, what on –?” he asked but something caught his attention, he glanced beyond me briefly then did a double take, his head jerking to look back at the table.
Then he looked down at me, his eyes locked on mine and he studied me intensely as his arms glided around me, pulling me close.
I bit my lip at the touch of his hard body against mine and wondered if he’d be put off if I started tearing off my clothes (and his) when his head bent and his face got close.
His voice was a low rumble that reverberated through me, causing my knees to go weak (and a variety of other things, all so fabulous they were nearly tortuous), when he asked, “That cup, Finnie, it glows. Have you drunk of the adela?”
I pressed closer, my lids had lowered, I was trying to focus on not pressing my mouth to his (or pressing it other places) but instead answering his question and also assessing his reaction to this idea and I whispered, “The girls gave it to me. Uh… to us.”
He stared at me for a second that seemed to last five hours then both his hands were suddenly on either side of my head, he tipped it back and thank God, thank God, thank God, God, God, he was kissing me, hard, deep with lots and lots of tongue.
I shivered against him and held on tight.
Oh man. I was going to come just from kissing.
His mouth tore from mine, the heat in my body was communicated in the heat in his eyes and he growled, “By the gods, wife, you suit me.”
Then he whisked me up in his arms, carried me to the table, planted my ass on it and curled a hand around my neck as he curved the fingers of his other through the handle of the cup. He picked it up and I held my breath as he held my eyes while he brought it to his lips. Then I lost his eyes as his neck bent back and he downed the whole thing in one gulp.
Okay, evidence was clearly suggesting Frey was really, really into this.
His head righted, he set the mug aside and he grabbed my legs behind the knees, opened them and moved between.
Oh yeah. Now we were talking.
My hands slid up his chest to latch onto his neck and my legs lifted up, knees bent, to press against his h*ps as he leaned into me.
“They explained what the adela does?” he asked as he braced one hand on the table while the other arm curled around me.
“Unh-hunh,” I mumbled, staring at his mouth and wishing it wasn’t so damned far away.
“And you want this, Finnie?”
I forced my eyes up to his and my mind to concentrate. “Is it bad?”
“No,” he replied, his arm lifting me up from the table and pressing my body into his as I watched his heated eyes start to scorch. “But it’s powerful, wee one. You do not share the adela cup with someone you don’t trust with every inch of you.”
Oh yes. Every inch of me.
I liked that. I wanted to get to the every inch of me part.
“But you drank it,” I whispered instead of whined because he still wasn’t kissing me but he’d bent lower, his arm curling around and cushioning the back if my neck, his body leaned deep into mine, pressing it into the table even as he pulled it up and into him.
He grinned and his grin was so damned wicked it was physical.
I trembled in a really, really good way and he whispered, “You’re in no state to change your mind.”
He was right about that.
“And, my Finnie, I trust you with every inch of me,” he went on and I felt that too, all through me, and that was in a really, really good way too.
So good, my lids lowered and I pressed my h*ps into his.
“Finnie, love, look at me,” he growled, I opened my eyes and saw his were so damned hot, they were fevered.
It was a seriously good look, the best ever.
“It is strong but I will walk out that door, Finnie, look in my eyes, focus and tell me, are you ready for this?”