“This won’t make me feel less guilty,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair to shield his eyes from her green ones, glimmering and teasing him the same way the sun was beating down on him out here in the open. “It’ll just make my life a whole lot weirder.”
“Yes, it will,” Kim whispered softly. “You’ll stop thinking about how she died and remember how beautiful she was and how much she cared for you.
The sun was so hot and the wind so still that Harry heard the buzz of bees. It went with the keening urgency in his groin. The heat of the sun seemed to go straight through him too, all the way to his prick, making it like red-hot metal locked inside his jeans.
“You are the Winter Knight,” Kim reminded him. “And look at you, you’re sweating. Still at a remove from power because of so many petty human concerns.”
“Those petty concerns make me who I am.”
“And I can make you better.” Kim shuddered, her full breasts heaving under her pink shirt, as though some imagined thing had struck a chord in her voluptuous body. “So much better… even though you’re already so good.”
“This is crazy, you know that? What I say goes and I said that you should stop this!” Harry growled, not really sounding like he meant it even to his own ears.
“For a man who deals with demons you’re quite moralistic,” Kim cooed, her green eyes scorching him.
Harry tried to face that teasing expression, daring him and waiting for him, anticipating how it would feel when he gave in. “Look, I’ll allow that you have a point now and then, but remember how we got here. You totally misjudged me and you said I was right and you turned away from the Dark Side!”
“Yes, I’m not evil anymore. But that doesn’t mean I have to be ineffectual.” Her pinkly painted nails slid down Harry’s shirt, not stopping until they found where the thick bulge of his erection was trapped inside his jeans. “Speaking of conscience, that cock is much too big to be as conscientious as you are.”
Her hand settled around the pounding hardness that seemed enough to burst through his denim even before she touched it.
A gasp thrust itself out of Harry’s mouth before he could contain himself—there was no containing himself, not with Kim’s soft hand succoring his erection, calling to it through the thin layer of fabric that prevented it from being touched directly.
He saw the upthrust roundness of her proud breasts heaving against her shirt where a button was undone. Kim leaned into his body, her breath coming quick as her own seduction of him aroused her, her eyes like a green fire offering relief from a chill he hadn’t known he’d been shivering through.
“Why lie, Harry? You want to fuck me now just as much as you wanted to fuck me then. So do it. Lay me to rest.”
The hell of it was, all the nonsense she was speaking had started to make sense. Standing so close to her Harry was aware of the excited female scent of her on an almost mystical level—smelling it without smelling it. Knowing how that wetness would taste, almost.
Still, he hesitated, worried that one lapse would be like allowing a dam to crack. The bees droned monotonously by the blackberry thicket that Lash had selected as a backdrop for his seduction. All around them, the world was still and patient.
“Gawdd!” Harry groaned, all in a rush, and his arms flew out to wrap around her pliant body and make sure she stayed there for his lips as they came down hard on her moist mouth. He had to punish that beseeching smile of hers… give it exactly what it wanted so that it wouldn’t goad him, tease him anymore. She couldn’t know what it was to be fucked as hard as she was asking to be fucked.
Lash felt his hand tangle in her luscious hair, his hungry mouth seek out every pleasure that could be found in her pink-painted mouth and finding them. She took his tongue graciously. She’d had Latin lovers and French romantics and English lords, but there was nothing like this Chicago wizard who could be so intelligent and yet such a roughneck.
Who challenged her intellectually before treating her like a mare to be mounted. Who dueled her for every iota of control and yet could also put so much trust in her that it was staggering. Who would let her fuck all their sins away; somehow leave her with so much even after he’d taken away her darkness.