Chapter 18
Tamsin was doubly glad that Cuan had decided to do the whole romantic-carry-to-the-bed thing.
Firstly, because it was as sexy as hell.
And second, she was pretty sure her legs had stopped working. It was, in fact, quite possible that they would never work again. Her thighs were still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.
And apparently, this party is just getting started.
Cuan laid her down on the soft furs. He stayed standing, looming over her, gazing down as though appreciating some priceless work of art.
“Give me a moment,” he murmured, voice catching. “I want to look at you.”
Tamsin was only too happy for the pause. Not only for the chance to catch her breath—she was still panting as though she’d run a marathon—but for the opportunity to look at him in turn.
And wow, is he ever worth looking at.
Cuan’s glowing faemarks highlighted the broad expanse of his chest, the hard swells of his upper arms. The colors shifted in ever-changing hues of blue and green, bathing her in magical light.
Intricate, twining marks ran over his hips, too, following the deep-cut V of his lower torso, disappearing under his wide belt. The luminous faemarks drew her eye to the impressive bulge straining the front of his leather trousers.
He’s literally got neon signs pointing to the goods.
Tamsin smothered a giggle at the thought. She was eye-to-eye with a man’s cock, after all. Laughing probably wouldn’t go down well.
Although if his dick glows as well, I really am going to lose it.
…What if faeries come glitter?
“You are making a very odd expression,” Cuan rumbled.
“Sorry,” Tamsin gasped, ribs aching with the effort of holding in laughter. “I don’t mean to ruin the mood. I just, um, thought something really inappropriate. And silly.”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh. Oh god. I think I’m going to rupture something.
Cuan’s mouth curved in that slight, devastating crooked smile. He brushed his thumb over her lips.
“Good,” he said. “I had not thought that you could be more beautiful, but it seems I was wrong. If I can fill you with mirth and joy, I am glad.”
Tamsin gave up trying to hold back her grin. “Well…that’s not all I’d like to be filled with.”
The amusement dancing in his golden eyes turned to something more feral. That heated, hungry look drove away the last of her giggles, leaving only a powerful, aching need.
She caught her breath as he leaned down. His braced arms bracketed her head. Those burning, intent eyes filled her vision.
“Tamsin.” His voice dropped to a deep, rasping growl that raised goosebumps across her skin. “I must ask you something.”
“Anything,” she whispered, mouth dry with anticipation.
He hooked a finger into the waistband of her jeans, tugging slightly. “Tell me how to remove this infernal garment. Please.”
The plaintive look on his face had her choking back yet another whoop of laughter. Still chuckling, she wriggled, getting her hands between them so she could undo her fly.
There was no graceful way to remove skinny jeans. Cuan, however, watched her contortions with eyes filled with fire. When she’d finally managed to yank herself free, he took the jeans from her, regarding them with a thoughtful, appraising expression.
Then, with a single jerk, he tore them in half.
“Cuan!”