His lips were warm and powerful, taking her mouth expertly while his hand tilted her head and his tongue slipped easily inside. She hadn’t wanted to open her mouth and join in the kiss. Oh hell yes she did and she was glad of it! The warmth she’d felt when he’d first fallen on top of her was nothing compared to this sensual takeover. His tongue slid alongside hers as if he were actually drinking her. He hungrily gulped and she readily reached for more. The hand around her waist moved until his palm was gripping her ass. Her entire body quaked at the sensation and a moan escaped when that hand on her ass slid down until his fingers were pressing between her legs.
Ravyn cupped his face with her hands—just in case he tried to end the kiss, because she wasn’t having that, not now. And she spread her legs wider, a little whimper escaping her chest that for an instant made her feel as if she were begging. It didn’t last long and if he heard it he was acquiescing, because he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties to find the waiting heat of her center. Pressing past her thick, wet lips, he thrust deeply. With his fingers inside of her and his tongue orchestrating some dangerously sexy duel with hers, Ravyn felt like she was drowning. Like at some point this room had started to fill with water and she was now floundering to keep afloat.
She took that moment to suck his tongue into her mouth, then pulled back slightly and did the same with his bottom lip. All the while he had two fingers pressed deep inside her, moving them in and out until her hips began to undulate with his motions. Moaning echoed throughout the room and it took her a few seconds to realize it was her making that keening sound. The blunt tips of his fingers ran along her scalp as he wrapped long strands of hair around his fingers and pulled until there was a tingle of pain. But that pain didn’t last long, as it was immediately engulfed by the pleasure of his finger that had slipped from her opening to circle around her clit. She couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t move, it felt so good. Her thighs trembled and she pulled her mouth away from his to clench her teeth.
“Come for me, little hellion.”
His words were husky and he didn’t sound like the same man who’d been asking her fifty questions just moments ago. She wanted to come, oh damn did she want to and she was going to, all he had to do was keep doing what he was doing.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Right. There.”
He circled his finger a little faster and she felt her hips bucking over him as spurts of pleasure penetrated her deep down inside.
“Come, right in my hand,” he said. “Next time it’ll be in my mouth.”
Her eyes closed so tight Ravyn feared they might never open again. She had to release the tension on her teeth before she got lockjaw or something, but her hands tightened on his face as she lowered her forehead to his. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
The moment she began to shake all over, he flattened the pad of his finger over her clit, circling until she was drained of every ounce of essence she possessed.
“Damn,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he replied, looking at her like a man who knew he wasn’t finished with her. “We’re both damned now.”
Chapter Seven
“So, you need money?” he asked after another few moments of silence, when they were both getting up off the floor.
He was back to the dagger because that was all he should be focused on here. There should be no thoughts about how good it felt to bring her to release and feel that warmth flowing into his hands. No matter how blissful those things were.
Watching her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way to the bathroom, he saw her pulling down the nightshirt that was still too short. He switched on the water, washed his hands and came back to ask yet another question. “How much do you need?”
“As good as ‘this’ was,” she said with a wave of her hand toward the floor. “You can’t afford my price.”
All he could do for the first few seconds was stare at her. She was sitting in the center of the bed, legs crossed, hands resting in her lap. It was such an innocent pose and she looked so unassuming and pure, but there was more beneath the surface. He shouldn’t feel the urge to peel back those layers to learn about the real Ravyn Walsh, because it didn’t matter. He just didn’t want her to die, not like Opal had.
“Don’t be coy, you’re better than that. If you have a price in mind, name it.”
“Why do you want to buy it? Are you a collector? Is that why you’ve been following me, because you somehow found out I was going to steal it?” The way one of her brows lifted as she asked that question told him she wasn’t totally sure she believed that scenario but wanted to put it out there just in case.
“Half a million,” she said when he didn’t bother to respond to her questions.
“Done.”
“Bullshit! You’ve got half a million dollars to spare but you’re creeping around the streets of Burgess and in
