Raisonne Curse by Rinda Elliott

Author:Rinda Elliott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gothic;ghosts;hexes;bayou;southern;romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It sounded like a family of egrets had moved into the trees behind Pryor’s bedroom. Their husky, rumbling conversation made Elita wake with a gasp. She started to lift up, realized she was sprawled on top of Pryor and stared down at him until his eyes slitted open. He greeted her with a sleepy smile, tightened his arm around her and gently pushed her face back into his neck.

His lips on her temple made her close her eyes. Damn, he felt good underneath her, his skin silky and hot, his heart beating against her right breast. He smelled even better. She took a deep breath, loving the way he rubbed his chin in her hair. She lifted enough to meet his gaze, slid her leg between his. The fuzzy hair on his legs felt so good on her skin. She watched as desire rolled over his expression along with the rising sun from through the blinds across the room.

Pryor slid his hands into her hair, cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Apparently, he didn’t give a crap about either her morning breath or his because his tongue slipped into her mouth. He kissed her deeply like he was trying to memorize her taste, and she let go of any worries and just sank into the feelings his kiss invoked. She kissed him back just as thoroughly, feeling her lower body go warm and wet as she took in the different aspects of Pryor that stormed her senses. His hot skin against hers, the light rasp of hair on his chest against her breasts…the way he grew hard against the apex of her thighs. When she pulled away, she kept their gazes locked as she opened her legs more, rubbed against the hard muscle of his thigh. She couldn’t stop the moan that tore from her throat.

His answering groan rumbled against her entire body. He tightened the hand on the back of her head and ran his other down her back, slowing at the curve of her spine.

“I love this part of a woman’s body—this smooth dip here—so much.” He continued down, cupped her ass and helped her move against him. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Rub on me.”

She began to pant, dropping her mouth to open her lips over his chest. Tasted the slight saltiness of his skin.

Pryor groaned again, thrust his hips up toward her.

“Condom,” she gasped out, crawling up him to straddle his waist and return to his mouth. “Where were they?” She’d been too out of it to pay attention to which drawer he’d opened in the side table. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, down over his chest, then back up. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissed him harder. Heat raced through her body, making her muscles tighten, making her thighs squeeze him.

“The top drawer,” he bit out through clenched teeth. He pointed toward the bedside table, then put his hands back on her hips. “Condoms in drawer.”

Chuckling

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