Page 44 of All Mixed Up

The knowledge flowed in, so sure and golden and pure. It melted me yet empowered me, just like the warm breeze in my hair and the sunshine on my bare skin. It made me proud to stand here, nude and ready and unashamed about wanting him…about showing him how grateful I was for him. That was a lot to try and convey, but I knew Lucien already understood every word. Every. Word. His understanding was stamped across his face, as intent and primal as the primal satyr he resembled, as he whipped off the rest of his shirt then hurled it to the ground.

He advanced one step.

I shivered.

Another.

I gasped.

One more, and then he was all over me again. Around me again. Once more driving his mouth into mine, as he mashed his commanding muscles up against me. At once, rolling his hips so his erection grinded up my belly. Claiming my body with urgent, potent sweeps of his hands. Making me accept his heat, entreating me to take his passion. I answered his demand with my own, clutching my arms back up around his shoulders and then holding on tight. Then even tighter, as he lowered us into the thick leaves at our feet.

At once, sprawling me into the warm bed beneath him.

At once, holding me close again.

At once, consuming me with the stunning sun of his adoring smile.

“You have captured me, forest sprite. Now I am your woodland slave, bound to your carnal bidding.”

And toppling my defenses with the sensual charm of his silken pledge. “Hmmm.” I punctuated with a giggle. “My carnal bidding? Really?”

“Well…” He tick-tocked his head. “Perhaps we shall call it a mutually-satisfying partnership.”

A new giggle. “Do you need to call in the lawyers now? To get that contract drawn up?

Sensual shadows took over his face. Illicit nuances consumed his gaze. “Perhaps we can just…pinky swear on this one.”

He concluded that by wrapping his finger into mine again.

And then lowering his head once more.

My world became a mix of brilliance and darkness. The sun through the trees, the midnight of his eyes. The white heat of my lust spiked by the black waves of his hair. The satiny waves between my fingers twined with the savage grate of my lust. And yes…the heaven of his mouth at my breasts, but the hell to which he was surely sending me, for loving it so much.

“Lucien!” It fell from me on a strangled choke. Thank God for that. The alternative would’ve been a full-blown scream. “Oh God, Lucien. If you keep doing that—”

“Non.” His guttural rebuke was as detrimental as the suckles. Holy hell, that lush accent of his. “Non, ma passion.” He raised his head, trapping me with his forceful gaze while twisting my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped, hot and desperate, as he pulled until the tip throbbed in the best and most perfect ways. “We will come as one. I have waited too damn long to have you again.”

A shaky laugh trickled from me. “Y-Y-You think?”

He rose a little higher, aligning our faces—and our crotches. “Is that how American girls say they have missed their lovers?”

“Is ten days of playing eunuch how French boys express it?”

He grinned. His teeth, square and white, nearly glowed in the dimness of our concealed bower. “Oh, petite coquine,” he rasped. “I should spank your saucy derrière for that.” He hitched the smile higher on one side, exposing a devilish dimple in his jaw. Before my heartbeat recovered from that, he added to the sensual torment by fitting the long ridge beneath his slacks against my pulsing sex. “Or perhaps…”

“Perhaps what?” It was damn near a plea. I dug deep to make it a demand.

“Perhaps I shall simply spank your pussy.”

And so much for being demanding.

Without raising his beautiful baritone above a husk, the man had reconfirmed exactly who’d be in charge here. At least for now.

But at least for now, I couldn’t be happier about relinquishing the reins.

Still, I had enough saucy force left to blurt, “You shall…what?”

His brows arched. His teeth gleamed even brighter. “Such fire in your voice…but also in your eyes. And your sweet little chatte.” He supplied the translation for that by swiveling his hips, ensuring I felt every inch of his lengthening stalk. “It seems my divine dream might actually like to be spanked on her naughty mound, oui?”