Seeing Danger (Sinclair and Raven #2)(61)

“And you believe I have the heightened sense of touch?”

His hand traced her cheek, then moved to her neck. Lilly closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Yes. You healed Toby, love. We both saw it and I felt it through your hands.”

“It just seems so... so amazing and yet we are here in this room talking about it as if it were a common occurrence.”

“But it is for me, Lilly. I have lived with it since birth.”

“Tell me of your gift. What do you see?” Lilly questioned, intrigued.

“Everyone has a color. Cam is orange, Essie is pink, and Eden and James are blue. If you want to continue this conversation, madam, then stop moving.”

She hadn't realized she was wriggling closer to his body, eager to feel him against her. Lilly stilled at his harsh tone and then she felt it, the tension in his body and the hardness against her thigh. She had done that to him. Her, Lilliana Braithwaite. The knowledge was heady indeed, considering she had never produced so much as a smile in other men.

“These colors, what do they mean?” Lilly said. “Does it matter if a blue person is married to a green person, for example?”

“Ah, no.”

Lilly had the feeling he was reluctant to continue with the discussion.

“Devon?”

“Yes. It is my belief that a marriage is stronger if the couple has the same color. I have not done extensive studies to that end, but the few I have seen seem to be happier.”

Lilly touched his jaw, making him look at her. The green of his eyes was bright.

“What color are you?” she whispered, her breath brushing his lips.

“Green.”

“And me?”

He was silent for several seconds and then he said, “Green.”

“Are there lots of people like us?”

“I know of only two people.”

“You and I.”

It wasn't a question, just a quietly spoken statement.

“Yes.”

Lilly slowly mapped his face with her fingers, as she had that night when he had first removed her gloves.

“I love touching you, reading your face with my hands, finding each line and curve. It is as if my hands have been covered all these years just waiting until you came along.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she pressed her fingers to his lips, shaking her head.

“No more, Devon. I don't want to talk of things that once we step outside this room we will have to confront. For now just let me touch you.”

He lay still as her hands touched his shoulders, each stroke building the smoldering embers of passion higher between them.

Lilly rose to her knees beside him, and then placing both hands on his chest, she learned the body of Devonshire Sinclair. She found that his breath hissed as she brushed his nipples, so she took her time there, and he moaned when she touched the planes of his stomach. Bending over him, Lilly placed small kisses on his skin while her hands ran up the sides of his ribs. Kissing the scar she had touched last night, she questioned him on its origins once more.

“If it was a toy sword, how has it left a scar?”

“He sharpened the end,” he rasped. Then his entire body clenched as she laughed, brushing hot air over his stomach.

“Lilllllly.”

Smiling at the groan, she took a deep breath and moved her hands lower, skimming her fingers up the length of his arousal, the skin smooth and silky beneath her fingers. His body went rigid and his breath came in harsh pants as she moved her hand up and down.

“Dear God, that is exquisite,” he gritted out. “But I fear I cannot take too much more.”

“I wanted to touch your legs, feel the hair with my fingers. I have much to make up for.”

“No more touching, shrew, it's my turn now.”

Lilly felt herself lifted, and then he had her flat on the bed and loomed over her. His hair was tousled, jaw shadowed, and she wondered at the emotion inside her, the ache deep in her chest that she had never felt before.

He nibbled her ear and kissed her lips and continued in that vein until he reached her breasts; once there, he pleasured her until she could think of nothing but him. Her fingers wrapped around the bedsheets and held on as he licked and kissed each one slowly, thoroughly, until she was moaning just as he had.

Lilly's stomach quivered as he reached there. She shivered as he circled her navel, and then his lips skimmed to the soft hair beneath, and then lower, to deliver the most intimate kiss of all. Shocked, Lilly grabbed a handful of his hair.

“Should you be.... Dear Lord!”

Devon trapped both her wrists in one hand as she tried to push him away and then he simply feasted on her, licking the soft folds and biting softly down on the hard little button between her thighs. Lilly gave up fighting him as he took her back there, to that wicked place where the tension built inside her. When she thought she could take no more, he stopped and braced himself above her.

“If you are sore, I will stop.”

“Don't stop,” Lilly whispered, holding his gaze as he slid inside her body. She was tender, but she wanted this, him.

He started moving, keeping his thrusts gentle, and Lilly felt the wave of sensual pleasure grip her body once more. She shuddered, as did he, and her last thought as they scaled the heights of passion was that it was too much. She felt far too much for this man, and that would surely lead to trouble.