Her excitement coming through via our bond is potent, intoxicating.
“Then let’s do it. Let’s just go.”
“What about Magnolia?”
“Delaney is more than capable of taking over her training. Between her and Rainey, Mags would be the most badass witch to ever walk the city streets.” She smiles, and I see it reflected in her eyes: hope. Hope that I will say yes that I am willing to walk away from everything I’ve built here to spend a life of peace with her.
And fuck it if I’m not.
“Okay.”
Her entire face lights up. “Yeah?” she smiles. “You’ll do it? You’ll run away with me?”
Gripping her chin, I guide her toward me and gently press my lips to hers. She sighs, a barely audible sound of pleasure that pushes all doubt from my mind. “It’s not running,” I remind her. “We’re simply relocating.”
She beams up at me. “I love you, Tarnley.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you, Bronywyn Walsh.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, a tender kiss meant to soothe the rest of our pain from the evening. But the moment she opens beneath me, I lose my mind, and it turns into something a hell of a lot more.
She grips the back of my neck, short nails biting into the skin there as she holds me to her. “Come with me.”
I watch as she backs away from me, only turning her back to me once she’s reached the door.
“Where are we going?”
“Come on.”
I follow her out into the hallway and down to the stairs, creeping ever so softly as we move down toward the main floor then into the foyer. Bronywyn reaches up and unlocks the door, pulls it open slowly, and slips out into the cool night air.
“Where are we going?”
“Just come on.” She beelines straight for my car, turning to grin at me as she opens the door to the backseat.
My heart thunders as I realize what she’s doing. I blur forward and climb into the backseat then shut the door. She turns to face me, one leg partially up on the seat while I dig in my pocket for the key fob and lock us inside.
“There is a perfectly good bed upstairs,” I tell her.
“There is. But something about this car…” She runs her hand over the leather seat then shrugs out of her sweatshirt. “I really wanted to give the backseat a try. You made it sound amazing.”
I swallow hard and reach for her, but she holds up a hand and shakes her head. “Hands to yourself, sir.” With a predatory grin, she climbs over to me and straddles my lap. When I reach for her, she grips my hands and puts them to the sides of my body.
“You trying to kill me?”
She leans down and presses her lips to mine. “Never. I’m going to make you feel alive.” Arching back, her hands disappear to her back and she slowly lowers the zipper to her dress. As soon as it’s loose, she lets it fall, pooling at her waist and baring a lacey white bra that leaves very fucking little to the imagination.
“Shit, Bronywyn,” I croak out as she gets up on her knees and reaches down between us. With gentle fingers, she undoes the button of my slacks then reaches inside and grips me. I groan, arching up into her hand as she squeezes gently, stroking the head of my cock against her soft underwear. “Thought you said you weren’t wearing anything,” I choke out, more than surprised that I can still form a coherent sentence.
I should get a fucking award for being able to think—let alone speak—in full sentences right now.
“What can I say? I was trying really hard to get you back here.” She uses my cock to nudge her underwear to the side then continues to tease the fucking both of us by rubbing it against her wet pussy.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“This what you want?”
“Fucking-a, yes.”
She slides down on top of me, and I see fucking stars. Literal stars as I stare up at the roof of my car. Unable to keep my hands to myself anymore, I reach down and rip her underwear then toss it to the floor and grip her hips as she fucks me, sliding up and down, up and down. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, she slams down on me and cries out, head falling back as her pussy tightens around my cock.
It sends me into my own release, and I grip the back of her neck and slam her mouth to mine as I come, pumping my hips once, twice, three times.
When I finally release her, she stares into my eyes, her gorgeous emerald gaze seeing straight into my soul.
“You are mine,” I tell her. “Mine for fuckin’ ever. And I will go anywhere for you, Bronywyn. You say the word and we’ll go.”