Free Ignite (Legacy) by Rebecca Yarros Page A

top of me, still pressing kisses to my neck.
    “Avery.” I groaned, my hands filling with the barely covered globes of her ass. Fuck me, her panties were lace.
    “Hmmm?” she hummed, the vibration streaking through my nervous system and lodging in my dick. She rocked gently until I was settled directly against the heat between her thighs.
    She was trying to kill me. That was the only logical explanation I could come up with. “Are you awake?”
    “Yep,” she said, her lips trailing down to my collarbone.
    “Do you—?” I hissed when her teeth lightly grazed my skin. Damn, that felt good. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
    She slid farther down my body, the friction so good that my hips moved against her. Her fingers traced the lines of my abs. “Do you mean am I aware that I’m on top of you? Kissing you?”
    “Yes, that.” One of my hands cupped the back of her head while the other fisted the sheet next to me.
    “Do I realize that you’re hard for me?” she whispered, looking up at me under her lashes with eyes so blue they rivaled the Colorado sky.
    “That, too.” My dick twitched in agreement.
    “Yes,” she said, before kissing her way down my stomach.
    Holy shit. Her lips on my skin were the most exquisite torture.
    “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, just before tracing the lines of my abs with her tongue.
    I sucked in my breath as every muscle in my body tensed. She was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life.
    “Your body is incredible. I’m sure you’ve been told that a million times—”
    Oh hell no.
    I flipped her so fast that she landed with an oomph underneath me. Then I stretched both her arms above her head and settled in between her thighs. “Nothing mattered before you. No one mattered before you. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, tugging her lip between her teeth.
    I leaned down and sucked it free. “Speaking of incredible bodies…” My hands followed her curves, her gently tucked waist and the flare of her hips. “God, what you do to me, Avery.”
    Her hips rolled in my hands, and I set my mouth to her neck, loving her gasp, the way she softly said my name. Every tiny motion or sound she made drove me higher, wound me tighter.
    My shirt was bunched a little higher than her waist, leaving her stomach bare to my lips. I kissed my way down her belly, letting my tongue and teeth linger where she whimpered. The skin just along her hipbone was the most sensitive, and I had her squirming under me in a matter of minutes.
    “River.” She moaned, her fingers in my hair, urging me on.
    “I want to touch you so badly,” I admitted, breathing against the band of her blue lace panties.
    “So touch me.”
    Her words sent me into a level of need I’d never known before. I wanted to roar, to mark her as mine, to let the world know that this woman deemed me good enough to put my hands on her.
    I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, my eyes locked on hers to watch for the first sign that she didn’t want this. My fingers grazed the line of her underwear and then slipped under until—
    Knock. Knock. Knock.
    “No fucking way,” I muttered. “What?” I called out as Avery giggled beneath me.
    “Mr. Maldonado? I’m from the airline.”
    I left the warm haven of Avery’s body and strode across the room, flinging the door open. “Bags?”
    “Here,” he said, his eyes wide. I took the bags from his hands and put them inside the door, well aware that my boxers weren’t doing a damn thing to disguise my erection.
    “Can you sign?” he asked.
    I scrawled my signature across the paper. “Thanks for bringing them out,” I said, and promptly shut the door.
    Avery had sat up in bed, her hair a tousled, glorious mess, and my T-shirt pulled down to meet her thighs. I couldn’t wait to strip it off her. She grinned at me and crooked her finger.
    Hell yes.
    Another knock at the door sounded and I cursed. “What now?” I asked as I opened the door.
    Bishop was already