Free Fiery Fate by Jaci Burton Page B

she moved back a step.
    “You are anxious for him to teach you?” he asked, his voice lowering to nearly a whisper.
    “Aye, there is much I need to learn.”
    Roarke advanced another step and she retreated two, only to be halted by the rear wall of the falconry.
    Even the birds were quiet, lending a deafening silence to the ever-shrinking room.
    “Tell me, Solara, what will you be asking Braedon to teach you?” He was so close that if she inhaled strongly, the tips of her nipples would brush against the leather of his shirt.
    “He will teach me things that I do not know.”

    “Such as?”
    His nearness drove her mad. She could reach out and touch his broad chest, run her fingers through his long hair and capture the lips that had taunted her dreams for the past days. Trying to find her voice, she answered his question. “Such as how things are between a man and a woman.” Now his face was visible as he leaned over. She hid her arms behind her back, curling her fingers into her palms to keep from touching him.
    “You are curious about sex, aren’t you?”
    “Aye. You should know that.”
    He laughed, a husky whisper that sent jolts of pleasure to her dampening pussy. Tension coiled deep in her belly. The air in the room seemed to thicken and she found it hard to breathe.
    “Your curiosity is enticing. Any man would be more than happy to teach you the fine art of lovemaking, Solara.”
    Any man but him. She lifted her chin and said, “I look forward to it.” She teased him, she knew, but could not help herself. The language of his body spoke more of his feelings than any of his words to the contrary. He wanted her. She felt his desire everywhere as if he’d draped her in a blanket of his arousal. His breath came in short gasps, the same as hers. Did his heart race erratically as hers did?
    Unable to hold back, she laid her palm on his chest, rewarded with his heartbeat thumping rapidly against her hand. A pulse pounded in his neck, calling to her. She wanted to lick that spot where his life’s blood flowed, then nibble until he threw her down on the straw-laden floor and made love to her.
    But he wouldn’t. He would not touch her, and she knew that.
    “Do not be so certain that you know what I will or will not do, my faerie,” he responded.
    He’d heard her thoughts. She’d let her guard down and he’d reached inside her mind. How easily he threw her off balance, made her forget to be wary. Had he not hurt her enough the other night? “You confuse me, Roarke. I do not know what you want.”
    “I know exactly what I want. Do you think it easy for me to see you every day, wanting you so much it takes my breath away, but knowing you are not mine to have?” She closed her eyes, her heart soaring at his revelation. Was it possible to be so happy and yet so distraught at the same time?
    “What are we to do, then?”
    His hands encircled her waist, drawing her against him. “I know what we cannot do, but there are many things we can. You are a fire in my blood, Solara. I burn for you. Feel my flame.” He reached for her hand and placed it over his rigid cock. She gasped at the fierce heat emanating from his shaft.
    Roarke tilted his head back and groaned. “Ah, yes. Your touch ignites me, faerie. I have a desire to feel your pussy under my hand, to dip my fingers in your sweet nectar and lick it from my fingers. Would you like that?”
    She could not find the words to tell him, to beg him to do just that. She could only stare and nod, her throat too dry to voice a response.
    His erection brushed against her thigh as he leaned in, licking the seam of her lips with his tongue. The dragon blew fire against her already heated mouth. “Open for me, Solara. Let me in.” Without hesitation she gave him her mouth. He slid his tongue inside, crushing her against his chest and winding his arms around her.
    His tongue danced devilishly against hers, teasing, enticing, stealing what little breath she had left. She