Reign of Ice (Forever Fae #4)(31)
Closing my eyes, I released a shaky breath and lowered my gaze away from his heated stare. “How deep?” I asked.
He lifted my chin with his finger and slowly closed his lips over mine, gently. “As deep as you’ll let me,” he added. “But I have some things I need to tell you first.”
And I knew what those things were going to be.
WE MOVED INSIDE, shutting the glass doors to the balcony, and settled ourselves on the floor in front of the unlit fireplace. Brayden called upon his magic, and in an instant the flames leapt out of his hand and into the hearth. I never understood how someone from the Winter Court could have fire magic.
“You know, it’s strange that a Winter Fae can wield fire. In a way, it makes no sense,” I said, mesmerized by the flames warming the room. “One would think you’d melt.” I snickered and I could feel Brayden shaking his head behind me.
“That might be why not that many Winter Fae have the ability for fire,” he responded. “As far as I know my father and I are the only ones. So I guess it doesn’t make sense.”
Brayden grabbed a blanket off the chair behind him and wrapped it around us as he sidled up behind me, placing both of his legs on either side of me. It felt natural leaning up against him and having his arms around me, feeling his heartbeat against my back. He sighed loudly and I knew what he was getting ready to talk about. I could feel it through the bond how he was worried I’d get angry. It took him forever to explain about Taryn coming to visit him and all the while it took everything I had not to break down and laugh. I was thankful he couldn’t see my face in that moment. I knew he was uncomfortable having to talk about it, but I already knew what happened … I was there. I waited on him to tell me the rest of the story about how he told Taryn he loved me, but that part of the conversation never came up.
“So you’re not angry with me?” he asked.
“Why would I be angry? You told me nothing happened, even though you did answer the door in just a towel. Next time, don’t do that. I don’t think you would like it if I answered the door in a towel with one of your warriors standing out there.”
He growled low in his chest. “Good point. I wouldn’t like that at all, but I would love to see you in a towel again.”
I laughed and turned to face him. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances to since I’m forced to live with you here,” I teased.
Brayden lifted a brow and pulled me up on his lap, placing his hands on my thighs as I straddled his waist. “You know I’m not forcing you to stay here,” he said in all seriousness. “You know I would never make you.”
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I ran them over his back and up to his neck where I clasped them together firmly. “I want to be here, Brayden. I just wish our time together wasn’t rushed. You’re extremely good looking and trust me, my body is screaming for you to take me, and I can feel yours saying the same thing.” Which was true, I could. The desire in his eyes along with his cock growing stiffer between my legs alerted me of that. “But you know I need more,” I added softly.
He nodded. “I know that, and we’re going to show each other more, but there’s no harm in doing it in different ways is there?”
The look in his eyes was predatory as he bit his lip and wrapped his arms snuggly around my waist, holding me down on the hardness between his legs. I leaned down, our lips almost touching, when I whispered, “What did you have in mind?”
His hand tangled in my hair, gripping it tight, and pulling me down the rest of the way so our lips touched. “This, angel. This is what I had in mind. I know that it’s a big step for us since our mating isn’t like a normal faerie bond, but with our connection we can still do everything we want in our mind and share it together. All it takes is our imagination.”
Intrigued, I bit my lip and sighed. “You know … I never thought about that. I think it could be kind of interesting, but I don’t want everything to be strictly in our minds you know.”
“Are you saying you want me to touch you like this?” he asked, sliding his hands up my bare thighs beneath my dress. “And like this?” he added, trailing his soft lips up my collarbone to my neck and jaw.
“Yes,” I breathed. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, but we can’t let it get too far.” Even as the words came out of my mouth I knew they were a lie. I wanted it to go further and I knew Brayden did, too. Unfortunately, I always made rash and irresponsible decisions in my life. For once, I wanted to do things slow and right.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, Brayden held me firmly and carried me over to the bed. “I’ll only go as far as you let me, angel,” he murmured gruffly, setting me down gently.
Lying down beside me, Brayden placed one of his legs in between mine and leaned over me, propping himself up on his elbow. His lip tilted up in an arrogant smirk as he lowered them to mine, crushing them to my lips in a possessive kiss. “You taste so alive, angel. I never thought I could feel so much with anyone.”
“I never knew you could feel anything,” I teased, but groaned when he growled and bit my lip.
“You’re going to wish you didn’t say that.”
Rolling on top of me, he spread my legs with his knee and pushed his groin up against me. I bucked underneath him and moaned. I never had a chance to put on underwear, so the only thing between him and me were his jeans. The roughness of them teased my sensitive flesh as he rocked his hips back and forth, dipping and thrusting against my core.