By the time she’d broken it off, I’d forgotten her question.
We stood outside in the cold December night, standing in a foot of fresh snow, and stared at each other. Our breaths fogged the space between us.
“You know I’d be happy to wear it however you’d prefer,” Tess said.
“Wear what? Did you sneak off and buy something special?” I asked, still a little distracted by that kiss.
She chuckled softly. “No, silly. You men are so quick to forget everything when a woman gets your blood racing.”
“Guilty as charged,” I said and kissed her lightly on the lips. I moved my mouth down and kissed the side of her neck. She shivered, but not from the cold.
“I’m saying I’ll wear my hair however you’d prefer it.”
I kissed the vein that pulsed in time with her heart at the point where her neck met her torso.
She shivered again and her fingers gripped my ears and pulled me back to her mouth. We still held the kiss when I levitated her off the ground and into my arms. Without stopping for breath, I carried her up the steps to the cabin.
The door was unlocked, as always, and I opened it with one hand while supporting Tess with my other. Stepping across the threshold, I felt the cabin’s wards ping against my own, assuring me that nothing had happened in our absence. I kicked the door shut and carried Tess to the table where I set her down and began unzipping her jacket. Her fingers copied my actions until I pushed her jacket back over her shoulders, pinning her arms at her side. Her blouse was open to the top of her breasts and I kissed my way down to those luscious curves while she gripped my hair in her fingers and held me close.
I started on the buttons of her blouse as she shrugged out of her jacket.
“Ugh, hold on a second. I forgot something,” Tess said.
I raised my face to hers and tried to control myself. It wasn’t easy after a long session of being meshed. My pulse was pounding in my temples and points lower.
“Wait? Why? What’d you forget?”
In response, Tess held up a half frozen lump of red meat. I blinked, trying to get my thoughts back to where that thing had come from. A large drop of blood dripped to the warm space between her breasts that my lips had been worshiping a moment earlier.
A flash of memory overwhelmed my lust, briefly. I took the hunk of dragon’s heart from her and carried it to the refrigerator. On the way, I grabbed a plate out of the cupboard, and then stored the meat in the fridge.
Turning, I smiled in what I hoped was a wickedly lustful way. Tess had dropped her jacket to the table and was waiting for me, leaning back, her weight on her hands. Her face was tilted back and her back arched, making her breasts stand out even more than usual.
I shucked out of my own jacket as I returned to her. I stepped between her spread legs and she wrapped them around me, overlapping her feet at the small of my back. She arched farther and pressed her groin into mine. I moaned my lust and she tilted her head toward me. Our lips met again in an open mouth kiss as we tried to devour each other.
Slipping my hands beneath the soft curve of her leather-clad cheeks, I lifted her from the table and carried her to our bed.
Chapter 4
THerese
My phone was chirping insistently. I opened one eye and stared at the nasty little instrument on the nightstand, two feet from my head. The single bedroom window was dark, but the irritating glow of the phone’s screen lit the room. I wanted to go back to sleep, but since only three people outside of this room had my number, I couldn’t very well ignore the call.
I lifted Rafe’s hand away from my left breast–how was it that his hand always settled there when we fell asleep after sex?–and leaned toward the phone.
The slim damn thing didn’t want to come to me, but after a few tries, I got my short fingernails under it and brought it to my face. The display told me that Emily was calling.
I swiped right and held the phone to my ear. “Aunt Emily, is something wrong?”
“Good morning, Tess. I’m not sure if something’s wrong or not. There’s someone here who wants to talk to Rafe.”
I sat up. No one had ever tried to reach us through my Aunts before this. “What did you tell them?”
“I haven’t told them anything, but this woman’s pretty insistent that I can get Rafe on the phone. She claims she knows him and has important information for him.”
Rafe rolled onto his back, his head in my lap, and stared up at me. “Does she have a name?”
I ruffled his short dark hair with my free hand and spoke into the phone, “Does–”
“I heard him. She says her name is Special Agent Angelica Biers of the F. B. I.”
Rafe’s eyebrows wrinkled.
“You know her?” I asked.
“Depends on if that’s really her. Emily, can you describe her?”
Emily’s reply was immediate. “She’s in her mid-thirties, and tall, about six feet, with brown hair. She’s actually quite lovely. Flawless caramel skin with no visible makeup.”
“Yeah, I know her.”
“Another of your ex-lovers?” I asked pursing my lips.
In response, my “mentor” pinched my left nipple.
“Owe!” I said and then massaged the offended nipple as though it really hurt.
Rafe gave me a half grin. “Put it on speaker and give the phone to Biers.”
“She’s in the living room. Give me a second,” Emily said.
I put my phone on speaker and set it on
