“If I do, will I get another reward?”
She punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
He leaned down and kissed her into silence. “You can run me over with a wagon as long as I can kiss this mouthy mouth, and tease you here...” He ran a slow finger around her nipple, then slowly pushed up her skirt, and touched her still damp and pulsating warmth. “And here...”
Still greedy, she parted her legs to let him play. Heat began rising again.
“You should go inside, little corvus, before I lean you over this table and take you from behind until you scream my name.”
“You are so scandalous,” she whispered.
“I know. Isn’t it glorious?” And the gloriousness continued as he dallied between her nowwantonly parted thighs while she lay against him still bare-breasted, with her skirt hiked to her waist. “Come again for me . . .”
When he gave her his fingers to ride again, his free hand kept her nipples begging, and his mouth captured hers possessively. Increasing his thrusts, her hips rose and fell and she broke again on a strangled cry that she buried into his hard chest to keep from being heard.
“Good girl.”
Moments later, when her world righted, Raven gave him a parting kiss and walked on drunken legs back inside.
Brax watched her go and was left seated in the darkness to ponder the problem she presented to the well-laid plans he thought he had in place for his future. He was no longer content to simply go through life with no thought to passion or adventure or thinking being evenly yoked was all he needed for his existence. He realized he needed more. Wanted more, and maybe with a woman he could love like he loved breathing.