Chapter 13 #2
“You done?” Warren’s voice made her jump and she rubbed her mouth with the back of an embarrassed hand. He stood at the end of the couch, shirtless with his dress slacks hanging low on his hips. Watching her expectantly.
Her throat and chest felt warm, that warmth spreading steadily into her head. Janice breathed a little laugh. “That was really strong. . .”
He grinned, rubbing a hand over his chin. “But you still managed to down two of them.”
She frowned and looked at the large empty glass she held. “But I only had one. . .”
Warren shook his head and breathed a laugh, his chest jumping and hard stomach tightening with the sound. “I made enough for two, but in the interest of time and dishes I’d have to clean later, I just used a bigger glass to hold it all.”
Janice frowned at the glass she held. When he’d handed it to her, she thought he was just giving her one really big drink. She felt a bit better knowing that it had been the equivalent of two, though she wasn’t sure why.
Warren’s fingers grasped the mouth of the glass and he took it from her, leaning before her to press a soft kiss to her cheek, bringing her skin alive, her power rising to hum just beneath the surface. “Do you want anything else before we retire?”
Janice closed her eyes as his scent wrapped around her. Her power rising to sway towards him. His deep voice rumbling over her skin and raising goose flesh as she sighed. She wanted to feel his hands between her legs. His mouth on her breasts.
“Speak now or forfeit it until it’s time for you to leave.” His voice rumbled seductively in her ear.
Her sex spasmed, magick swelling within her, emboldening her. Janice reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I just want you.”
He grinned broadly. “That can be arranged.”
He kissed her again, kneeling down to pull her against him and wrap her legs around his waist. She hummed softly into his kiss as his hands slipped beneath her skirt, groping greedily at her thighs as he stood.
Janice could feel the rise of his erection pressing up against her, the easy flexing and tensing of his muscles as he moved, and she shivered with anticipation.
She wanted him inside of her. So badly her body seemed to ache for him.
Almost to the point of desperation as she shifted her head trying to suck his gifted tongue deeper into her mouth.
Warren grinned against her eager kiss, breaking it to kiss along the ridge of her jawline, sending tingling sensations to race through her and settle as wanting in her core, as sighing in her mouth.
Her power flared at the enticement. Her breathing picked up, heart beat racing his that she could feel through her shirt.
She wanted him now. Inside her. Baring down until his expansiveness filled her to bursting.
Locked her to him. . . and then she wanted him to keep going.
To ride her down until she was so spent she could hardly move anymore.
Until her chest heaved raggedly, her body thrummed and she could only lay motionless in her exhaustion. Then she would sleep in his arms.
“Warren. . .” She moaned his name, pleading as she felt him raise a knee and climb onto a bed.
Part of her was excited about finally having the opportunity to do this with him in a dwelling.
Not to say that the back of his car wasn’t excitingly fantastic and desperately convenient.
He brought her down gently, following her body and never taking his mouth from her skin as he kissed and suckled at her neck in that same area he loved to press his nose to.
It felt more intimate, more passionate than normal as he drew on her flesh and pressed his hips down into her, grinding her into the bed.
His blankets were soft and fur lined. So thick she sunk into them on the soft bed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.
” He growled against her skin, taking a deep dragging breath and pressing his nose to the strangely sore spot on the curve of her neck.
He ground his hips into her again, grabbing two sides of the front of her shirt as though he would tear it off of her, sending excitement racing through her as her power flared.
Her breath dragged in shakily as he pressed his forehead into the bed above her shoulder, taking a deep almost desperate breath.
“I need you naked. . . Right now or you’ll have more to worry about than leaving here in my clothes. ”
Part of her wanted to ask what he meant by the leaving in his clothes part, but that was rational brain talking. Horny brain was in control here and horny brain said give the man what he wanted.
Shifting her position she quickly rolled them so he was on his back with her straddling him. His eyes were wide with surprise as he stared up at her.
Janice ground down against him, reveling in the way it sent her magick up in sparks within her.
She shifted, grabbing the top of her shirt and tearing it off over her head, before whipping it around and throwing it to the floor.
Then she came down on top of him, bracing her hands on both sides of his head to kiss him thoroughly.
His hands came up, cupping her breasts and massaging them so strongly she moaned into his kiss as he bucked his hips into her.
As she balanced her weight on her knees, she pressed into his hands, freeing hers to reach around her back and unclasp her bra.
She wanted to feel his hands on her skin.
Feel his mouth on her breasts. He shifted his hand to her collar bone as he helped her rid herself of the offensive garment.
Which was almost too bad because she’d picked the set out just for him.
When his hands came back to her breasts she moaned lowly, reveling in the static touch of his hands as her power sparked and reached for him. Connecting them, drawing them together.
She could feel his wildness, feel his desire and the satisfaction that having her in his space, in his bed inspired.
He was almost gone for her. She could feel his frustration at the clothes that remained to separate them and his frenzying desire to claim her, mark her as his own. She wanted that too.
She wanted him to rip their clothes off and bury himself in her.
To take her to that sweet, mind-numbing oblivion.
. . But she knew that wasn’t possible. The man wasn’t superman.
Not to mention, she’d be going home to her brother tonight.
Her clothes would be wrinkled enough, no need to add stress damage to the list of things his keen eyes would pick up and he’d try to interrogate her for.
Placing her hands on both sides of his head again she shifted and pushed into a sort of downward dog. She didn’t want to stop kissing him, she already felt bereft of his touch when she removed herself from his incessant grinding.
She wanted him inside her. Now.
She broke the kiss and he looked up at her as though at a loss.
“Don’t stare. Take your pants off.” Then she stood, watching him as he moved quickly to undo his pants and then shimmy out of them, kicking them off with his underwear at the same time.
She took her time, teasing him with the view she could obviously see he was enjoying.
His standing erection was a monument to his appreciation.
She unzipped her skirt and brought it down, careful to step out of it before it could touch his erection.
Then she hooked the sides of the thong she wore, hesitating before actually pulling it down.
She watched him for a moment, taking in his dilated pupils and wrapped attention.
The bra was already gone, but without him touching her she had a bit more self-control.
And she had wanted him to see her in the set. She supposed the bottoms would do.
“Do you like lace, Warren?” She asked curiously, shifting a hand to run down her front and cup herself between the legs. The seat of her underwear was soaked and she could feel the slick moistness come away with her fingers. She rubbed them together, watching how Warren’s gaze tracked the action.
His head nodded slowly, but he wasn’t blinking, his breathing so slow and steady she almost couldn’t see his chest move as she watched.
Continuing to stand over him, she turned, facing her ass in his direction. The front panel of her underwear was solid black, but the back was a series of lace strips that ran over her ass from a center seam line before joining with the satin-esk waistband. “What about on me?”
Warren growled and sat up behind her, palming a thigh to pull her back so that he could bite one revealed cheek.
Janice yelped in surprise as he began sucking, drawing on her skin again.
His other hand coming up between her legs to run a finger along the wet spot at her core.
“You’ve never been this wet before.” He growled against her butt cheek leaving a soreness to pair with the stinging that remained on her behind.
Warren was the one to pull down her thong.
He slid a hand beneath her and cupped her before using a finger to rub rousing little circles around her clit as she trembled.
“Was this what you wanted to show me?” He growled against her skin, running his tongue over one of the stinging marks.
His thumb slipped inside her and she groaned. “You in tear away lace?”
“Thought you’d like it.” She moaned weakly, breathless in her own ears. She wanted to press down against his hand, into the wild desire he was stirring up, but his hand on her thigh held her still.
“I’d like it better if it didn’t come paired with these marks.
” His hand tightened on her thigh and he sped up the circles, thrusting his thumb into her.
She jolted at the aggressiveness she felt through the action as much as the anger she could feel boiling low in the man through their connection.
His tongue ran over another of the marks and she jumped a bit, suddenly more aware of the pain there.