Page 91 of Resolve
Her breathing is shallow, but her pulse beats excitedly against my tongue.
Shhhhhhnk. Shhhhhhnk.
Her body wash smells sweet, but its taste isn’t the same as hers. And now that’s all I want—to taste her.
“Use the black stone next,” I direct huskily, tapping the shallow tub of water beside it. “Ten strokes on each side again.”
Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I push her pants to the floor and drop to my knees, twisting to sink my tongue into her core without delay. Raegan cries out and almost drops on my face if not for my gift pushing her upright.
“Oh fuck! Jack!”
I don’t stop. I’m not sure I could now that I’m here. I’m dying for her taste, starved for her to coat my face until it buries into my skin, and everyone knows I belong to her, that I would do anything for her.
Her strength calls to mine as it always has. Even before she knewher full potential, I was drawn to her. Drawn to the only person whose strength could put me in my place if she wanted to.
She rocks her pussy onto my mouth, wanting this just as much as me and only feeding my own hunger to give it to her. Once I add my fingers, she detonates. Her sweetness is everything I’d been hoping for as I lap it up and hold her steady. She quivers with every stroke of tongue. Squirms when I graze an overly sensitive spot. It’s tempting to give her another orgasm, but I know she’s worried about Evie. If I keep her here too long and our Guild member happens to wake up to everyone’s rowdiness, as they hope, then she’ll be unhappy with me.
I can wait to finish this later.
This was just a taste.
An appetizer.
Once I’ve cleaned her up, I pull her clothes over her hips and pick up the throwing blade to study it over her shoulder while she catches her breath. I test the edge of one side on my arm like the others, and Raegan gasps.
“Jack! What are you—How many are there?!” She grabs my arm once I’ve pulled the knife away to stare at the myriad of thin red lines. They’re all shallow cuts. Nothing to bleed out by, and they won’t scar. It’s how I always test them.
“They’ll heal,” I reassure her, unbothered. Swiping the cloth over the blade to remove the blood, I place it with the rest.
“We’ll have Cassandra heal you when we get there,” she says with a bit of bite to her tone. As if to say,I don’t care if you think this is fine; I’m not fine with this.A soft reprimand.
Smiling, I don’t reply.
It’s obvious I’ll do exactly that if it’s what she wishes me to do.
She turns in my arms to face me. “I’m going to use the bathroom quick and then we can go. You can clean up while I’m in there.”
I tilt my head, my smile still in place.
Raegan motions her hand in front of her face, then sighs when I still don’t give her anything. “Your face. Me. Off your face.”
“I want it there.”
Her mouth pops open. “What? No. Absolutely not.” She snatches the nearest dish towel and swipes it over my face. “Wipe it off, or you’re not escorting me anywhere,” she threatens while handing me the towel to finish what she started.
I’m helpless to disobey a direct command from her. I do as she says, and she smiles at me. “I’ll be two minutes.” Then she’s off to the bathroom.
I tuck the towel in my pocket.
For safekeeping.
Raegan knocks eagerly on Cassandra’s apartment door. The laughter and excited chatter are loud enough to be heard through the door even without my gift. The fun’s already started, and it doesn’t sound as if anyone heard her knocks.
Before she wastes her effort knocking again, I pinch the key card in my back pocket. I’d had Dane program it to unlock every door in the building. It’s not something Elias would be happy to learn about, but I don’t care how he feels. I need to know that I’ll have direct and easy access to any room where Raegan may be. Whether it’s with another Guild member or Portia or Elias doesn’t matter.
Picking these locks with their electronics would be a pain and take too long. This was the easiest solution by using Raegan’s old card and some tech.
I hold the card against the door lock and—to Raegan’s surprise—it clicks and the door pops open.
