Page 107 of Devil in Her Details

“You insufferable devil!”

He caught her, caging her in his embrace. Lifting her off the ground, he held her for a moment, his face pressed to her hair, his breath half-ragged, before he carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around him.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he said roughly, lying her down, his body following to cover hers.

She loved his weight over her.

She shut her eyes and breathed him in before they fluttered open to meet his gaze. “What else would I be wearing?”

His thumb found her jaw and tilted her face up, and then he kissed her, his tongue sweeping to find hers. The kiss was neither urgent nor slow. It was a promise. One that tasted of all the past moments they shared. As if he could implant his soul into hers, creating a tether strong enough to always connect them to each other, even if they couldn’t say the words. She kissed him back, both her hands threading into his hair, wrapping her legs around his hips.

When they broke apart, she was breathing hard, and so was he.

She wanted to see him from above.

“Flip me over,” Lilly ordered.

He went still for just a moment, his eyes darkening before he flipped them.

She grinned at him. “So much better.”

“Christ.” His voice had dropped to a deep timbre. His hands were at her hips, his shirt rucked up around her waist. “You’re not wearing anything beneath my shirt.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Mr. Vexing Panther.”

He made a sound that was equal parts groan and something approaching a prayer. “Lilly. You’re killing me.”

“Yes,” she said, before he could say anything else. She reached to the front of his trousers, the hardness there, and squeezed, provoking a curse from him. “Punishment for ignoring me earlier.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“Let’s not talk about that. I want you, Dagger. Here. Now. Like this.”

He cursed again.

She reached up and touched the scar with her thumb, just once, and his eyes shut briefly at it. “Tell me what to do.”

“Damn it. Free me.”

She did as she was told, freeing the proof of his desire and taking it in her hands. He didn’t allow his hands to be idle, though. She gasped when his hand cupped her, his thumb circling her nub.

“Do it like I taught you.”

Lord, she could barely think straight with his hands on her sex, but she started to move her hands over him while his fingers worked against her in a way that was almost criminal. One finger pushed inside her, then another. He watched her face the entire time, his thumb relentless while his fingers coaxed, and she felt herself go slick and wanting around his hand, her hips rocking shamelessly into him, chasing more. A third finger entered.

“Good little lynx,” he breathed. “Just like that.”

Her hands faltered on him.

“Let go with your hands.”

“No,” she said reluctantly, loving the power of this moment.

“Don’t you want me inside you, little lynx? Then stop for me.”

Blazes. She did. She wanted him inside her so badly she thought she might go mad from want. “What do you want me to do?”

His fingers slipped from her. “Lift your hips, and guide me into you.”