I started to ask all the questions crowding the tip of my tongue. He pressed that same finger against my lips and walked me toward the bed. We bumped into the short side of my desk, sent the chair spinning, and almost slipped to the floor when my butt missed the mattress. Tanner grabbed the backs of my thighs and drew me up his body until we saw eye to eye.
My druid was leaner and stronger than he was was five weeks ago, as was my desire. I clasped the back of his head. He lowered us both to the bed and used his knees to scoot me back. Laying his chest on top of mine, he tugged at my dress, grabbing handfuls of fabric until I was naked and exposed from the ribs down.
“Arms up,” he whispered. “I need to feel your skin.”
“Hello to you, too,” I said, taking hold of the stretchy fabric and wiggling it over my head. I tossed it toward the closet and wrapped my legs around Tanner’s hips. “And why do you get to keep your clothes on?”
“The hostess has to invite me to get naked.” He planted his elbows near my upper arms and stroked the sides of my jaw with his thumbs. His eyes glowed and his smile gentled. “Any day now, hostess.”
“Tanner, would you please take of your clothes?”
He kissed my cheeks. “Nope,” he murmured.
“What! Don’t they teach you that in druid school?” He laughed into the side of my neck and shook his head. “Goddess, I have to do everything around here,” I said.
I slid both hands between my belly and his, undid the button at the top of his zipper, and very carefully lowered the pull. The man had neglected to add underwear to his ensemble and there was no way I was going to ruin my night.
Zipper down, his face continuing to hover in the vicinity of my neck and face, I moved my hands over the defined sides of his butt and hooked my thumbs over the waist of his jeans. Using one set of toes at a time, I tugged the fabric over the rounded muscles until I could use both feet to push his pants all the way to his ankles.
Tanner kicked the jeans to the floor. I found the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up his back and over his shoulders and head. Rocking to one side, then the other, he finished stripping himself.
“We managed to work everything out,” he said, settling himself between my legs. My body wanted me to rub myself all over his unblemished skin like a cat marking its territory, but Tanner had me pinned. “Mostly. Ni’eve gave me a three-day leave. I’m due back in France on Saturday night.”
“Are you mine until then?”
“Totally. You can keep me in the house. I’ll be your house boy. Better yet, keep me in here. I’ll be your bed boy.”
I had to ask the only question I wanted answered. “Am I the last woman you were intimate with?”
“You’re the only woman I want to be intimate with,” he said. “And the answer to your question is, yes.”
He grew harder as we whispered back and forth. “Is there anything I should know before I ask you to fuck me?” I asked. “And just so you know, Rowan gave me a clean bill of health and Belle has me on birth control.”
Tanner found my free hand, flattened my palm with his, and interlaced our fingers. He swept our joined arms to the side and over my head, and searched for my other hand. Pinning my wrists, he lifted one hip enough to slide his other hand between our bellies. His fingers found my sex and cupped the entirety of the area.
“The only thing you should know is I’m clean as a whistle, and I cannot get anyone pregnant. Oh, and druids are known for their stamina. I hope you had a good dinner.”
And then we stopped talking. My fantasies of finally—finally—having full-on sex with Tanner involved hours of creative, sweaty foreplay and rolling orgasms.
In reality, we barely moved. We kept our eyes open, watching the other. I could feel myself swelling into his hand, getting wetter, juicier. When he lifted and resettled, the head of his cock was right where I wanted it to be. When warm fingers cupped the side of my neck, I opened my thighs wider and took Tanner in, settling him deep inside me in one extended movement.
With a minimum of fanfare and negotiations, we were fucking. Wordless, where have you been all my life, fucking. I took all my fears and tossed them through the half-opened window. For tonight, and maybe only tonight, Tanner was all mine and I was all his.
He filled me. I molded myself to his shape and held tight. The ground below the house fed me, the beams and walls held me, and whatever spirits haunted the place turned their backs.
“I might be having a religious experience,” I whispered. Dancing along the edge of orgasm chasm, my lover’s length responded to my words. “Come with me.”
Tanner’s mouth hovered above mine. I arched my chest so my breasts could deepen the friction against my nipples and I lifted my head so our mouths could meet.
“Quiet,” I added. “No sound.”
“Shhh,” he said, “shhh.”
Funny thing about mostly-wordless sex; my awareness moved elsewhere, out of my head and downward. When my orgasm began, it was if I had finally mustered the bravery to roll my body to the edge of that chasm and let
