“No,” he said gruffly. “It makes you lovely.” He kissed her jaw. “Perhaps a bit possessive.”
She smacked him and laughed. “It does not!”
“No?” He rolled her over and nudged her knees apart, settling between them. “That’s a pity. I wouldn’t mind being the object of your possessiveness. I think I might even kidnap you away.”
“Do not think I’ll stand for being locked away in a castle tower in the middle of nowhere.”
“What if I’m locked away with you?”
Phaedra gasped when he pulled away the bedding and lowered his head to tease her nipples with the tip of his tongue.
“What are you doing?”
“Worshipping your body. Ruining you for all other men.”
Phaedra pinched one of his nipples between her fingers. “I was ruined for all other men the moment you kissed me in your garden.”
He flinched away and then nipped at her ear. “Let me ruin you some more.”
Phaedra inhaled sharply as his teeth bit down. “We can’t.”
He licked her neck. “Why not?”
“It’s almost dawn.”
“And that’s a problem?”
She gasped as one of his fingers slipped inside her. A slight sting of pain kindled an ache between the swelling of her flesh. Enough that the splendid sensation of his fingers made her yearn for all the exploding stars in the universe. But...
“You wanted to tell me something.”
His voice grew hoarse. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Deerhurst...”
“Marcus,” he countered. “Say my name.” Another finger entered, filling her. Stimulating. “Say my name again and again.”
“Marcus...”
“Again.”
“Marcus...”
“Again.”
Unreasonable scoundrel. She clamped her legs shut. “Say mine.”
His gaze met hers, amusement laced with heat flashed in their depth. “Are you rebelling?”
She clamped down harder. “Say it.”
“Phaedra.”
The fullness from inside her disappeared. Replaced by a bigger object. Harder.
Heaven Almighty.
“I have to leave before anyone awakes.”
