The Satyr's Guilt by T.M. Smith

Author:T.M. Smith [Smith, T.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, urban fantasy, suspense, paranormal romance, series, pnr
Publisher: Evernight
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Ram made it all the way up the stairs without bumping into any familiar faces. Not that he cared. He set part of his load on the floor out of sight before he rapped on the door.

Denim answered in light gray sweats, a thin tee, white socks, and no makeup. Her hair hung around her face in a loose mess. She looked incredibly sexy. Like she hadn’t been out of bed too long.

Ram kept a hand behind his back.

Tugging a chestnut strand over her scar, she smiled. “What do you have there?”

He pulled out a bouquet of flowers.

Denim accepted them with a halfhearted smile. “Thanks. I’ll put them in water.”

“Oh, and this.” He bent to retrieve a package wrapped in foil with a fancy bow.

Clearly surprised, Denim set the bouquet on a table near the door before she snagged the gift. “May I open it now?”

“Yes. If I can come in.”

She stumbled over a few words before she stepped aside to wave him toward the sofa.

Flinging herself beside him, she ripped off the bow and paper, nothing timid about her. Once she opened the box, she gasped. “A Glock G-19.” Palming his gift, she pulled back the slide to check the empty chamber. “Why…” She laughed. “I told you I’d rather have a gun than flowers as an apology.”

He nodded. “Silly, huh?” It was a joke at first. Somehow, the gift seemed more serious now. “There’s more.”

She rifled through the paper under the weapon. Her mouth fell open when she spied a belt holster. A design was tooled in the leather. A colorful Phoenix, its wings spread, words beneath it. Denim traced the lettering. Natis in Igne. Probata est in Sanquinem. “What’s it mean?”

“Born in Fire. Tested in Blood. You’re a Firebrand warrior. I wanted to give you something to show how I see you.”

Her eyes went all mushy on him. “It’s perfect. Come here, cher.” She pressed her lips to Ram’s. “Hmm.” Her fingers tangled in his loose hair, tugging his head down. She planted kisses along his jaw before she round-tripped to his mouth.

He licked the seam between her soft lips. When she opened, he explored inside before sucking on her tongue, slow, deep draws. Ram disengaged. “Where’s your bedroom? I don’t want our first time to be on a couch.”

“That way.” She jerked her thumb for directions.

Ram scooped her into his arms, carrying her through the hall to the door, tossing her onto the bed. He toed off his boots and slipped out of his shirt.

Denim sat up, warm chestnut eyes staring at him.

“Gahya. You’re making me harder. Clothes. Off now.”

She grabbed the hem of her tee, sliding it over her head, baring her breasts. Holy shit. He wanted to get his mouth on her rosy nipples.

Unzipping his pants, Ram shucked them off. To help Denim, he yanked on the toes of each of her socks and tugged her sweats down her legs along with her panties. All the time, she kept a lustful eye on his throbbing cock.

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