The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

really likes me in these, he relishes pulling the skirt up to my waist I remember, noting that he hasn’t actually ever provided me with any night gowns that come above the knee. The sheets I leave discarded in a pool on the floor as I brush past them. I step out into the bedroom and Orion takes my hand, admiring my plunging neckline appreciatively. I say nothing but he eyes me hungrily once more as he leads me from the room, to continue the tour of the rest of the house which he has built for us.
     
    We stand in the kitchen together, leaning against the white graphite of the kitchen island. I’m chopping bacon, preparing to make Orion my famous mac n cheese and bacon. He’s got his hand on my belly, arms around me, his fingers interlock over my navel with his head on my shoulder. He kisses the side of my neck, fingering my curls.
    “I’m trying to cook,” I comment and he laughs huskily.
    “I can see that.”  
    “Well then you should know I’m not great at multitasking,” I comment.  
    “I am,” he whispers into my neck.
    “Please, Orion. I’m hungry,” I whine at him.
    “Me too.”
    “I meant for food.”  
    “I didn’t.” I can’t see his face but I feel the lions smile spread across his lips as they pull back, baring his teeth. He sucks at the flesh of my neck.
    “Look… Orion….” I try to worm out of his arms.
    “Stop wriggling. I can’t devour you if you wriggle.”
    “I don’t want you to devour me,” I pant, finding his arms immovable as stone. I feel something dig in at my back. My mouth pops open.
    “Please tell me that you are poking me in the back with a rolling pin.” I turn back over my shoulder and he flips me, using my change in weight to leverage me, trapping me between his body and the counter.
    “Nope. You don’t need a rolling pin for mac’n’cheese.” He purrs, kissing me.
    “Orion! Stop!” I squeal. I really am hungry. I really don’t want to placate him with sex and if I were a normal woman I’d be putting up a stronger front of defence. As it stands if I don’t let him take me now he won’t have his hands on me for potentially another month and I just can’t stand that thought. He growls, a deep sound escaping him desperately and in one flail swoop knocks the knife, chopping board, and meat to the floor with a clatter. Holy crap. I think to myself as he starts to kiss me. This is getting out of hand . He leans me back over the white granite, holding me to him and lifting my ass so it tops the counter. He pulls up my skirt with two hands, predictably sliding them over my legs as he climbs in a graceful leg motion on top of me. I could push him back. Reject him. Tell him we need to talk. But we can talk tomorrow. We can talk after the sun rises. For now I let my denial overtake me once more, let it roll over me in a sensuous wave of momentum. I let Orion make love to me on the kitchen counter. Then on the floor. The icy blue sofas. On the rug next to the fire place which burns lavender. I lose track of time and before I know it I am truly and utterly lost in the ever present rose-tinted haze of his glacial blue and burning gaze.
    Sometime later we descend into the depths of the house. I am naked and so is Orion, but it matters little as the sun is rising and we know what we must do. I slip from the chocolate stone steps into the pool beneath the bridge that leads to the master suite. Orion follows in after me as I turn to look back at him. He gets a guilty look on his face.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask him and he looks hesitant.
    “I may have… left you slightly love bitten.” He coughs, plunging into the water as to avoid my shocked expression. I look down at myself and notice he’s right. Red flecked areas of my flesh show the shadow of where his mouth has been on me. Oh for craps sake! I snap internally. It’s not bad enough he has to sex me to death, I’ve got to go around sporting battle scars now? He surfaces and I stare at him,