Psy & Changelings 10 - Kiss of Snow

stomach before she could object and slid right back in to the hilt. Her moan was deep, her hands fisting on the sheets. He knew she’d liked it—he could feel her pleasure in every delicate tremor of her internal muscles. “At my mercy,” he said, bracing himself on one arm as he ran the other along the curve of her spine.
    Her hair, that silky ruby red fire, tangled with his hand, made him think of the darker curls between her legs. Body humming with remembered pleasure, he flexed his cock inside of her, felt her roll up toward him. It caused his entire body to throb. So he did it again. She responded.
    It was a long, lazy loving this time, filled with hot scents and the quiet murmur of lovers lost in each other.
     
     
    LARA straightened her hair in the mirror for the thousandth time and checked in with Lucy via the comm.
    “Don’t worry,” the young nurse told her. “I’ve got everything covered. And I know you’re only next door if we have an emergency.”
    “Sing-Liu—”
    “Is fast asleep, her mate curled up around her. Take advantage of this time—you won’t have any free time soon if things go the way everyone thinks they will.”
    Knowing the nurse was right, she nodded and signed off. Then she slid her hands down the front of her simple black wrap-around dress, tucking her curls behind her ears, knowing they’d pop right back out, and called her best friend, Ava. “How do I look?”
    “Gorgeous, hot, and delicious.”
    Lara’s lips twitched. “Thanks.”
    Ava’s eyes turned solemn. “He came to you, Lara, so the man’s earned brownie points in my book, but it doesn’t alter who he is.”
    “I’m not so sure,” Lara murmured. “I see beyond the shield now, Ava, and the man I see? He’s capable of giving me everything I need and more.” She had to hope, to believe that she could get Walker to see that, too.
    “In that case,” her best friend said with a wide smile, “lock the door and kiss his brains out.”
    Lara pressed her hands to her stomach at the idea of it. “I better go. He’ll be on time.”
    He was.
    She drank in the sight of him as she opened the door. “Hi.” Dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves folded back to the elbows, he looked calm and contained and distant. She wanted to muss him up so badly she had to curl her fingers into her palms to restrain the urge.
    Entering when she stepped back, he closed the door behind himself. His eyes lingered on her face, on her curls, before sweeping down the front of her dress, back up. “Why are we watching a movie, Lara?”
    “I—it’s what people do on a date?”
    “Do you want to do that?”
    Unable to read anything on that calm face, in those steady eyes, she said, “We’re alone. We can do whatever we want.”
    “In that case, I’d like to kiss you.” Reaching out, he curved his hand around the side of her neck.
    “Oh, well . . .” Her lips parted of their own accord, and when he dipped his head, she could do nothing but stand on tiptoe, her hands tight on his shoulders.
    He raised his head far too soon. “The sofa will work better,” he murmured and lifting her into his arms, carried her to the seat.
    She found herself sitting on his lap moments later, one arm around his neck, the bottom part of her dress having split to reveal a dangerous length of thigh. It might’ve embarrassed her, except that Walker’s eyes were trained on that bared flesh, and all she could think was that she’d die if he didn’t put one of those big, capable hands on her.
    “I,” he said, tugging the two parts of the dress farther apart, “don’t know much about intimacy.”
    “No?” It came out husky. “You’re doing just fine.” So fine her heart was going to beat out of her chest at any minute.
    “Do I have permission to touch you, Lara?”
    Of course he’d ask. He was Walker. He took nothing for granted. “Any and all skin privileges you want,” she whispered, wanting no mistakes on that score.
    Light green eyes met hers for a blazing instant before he closed the callused roughness of his hand over her calf, ran it up to cup the back of her knee. “So soft.”
    Shivering, she reached down to tug at his hand. “It’s sensitive.”
    He didn’t move. “Does it hurt?”
    “No. The other kind of sensitive.” The kind that had her nipples peaking against the soft fabric of her dress.
    “Then I’ll touch you there again later.” Sliding that hand up over her thigh, he flattened his