“You are delicious,” he mumbled against me, sending vibrations down to the most forbidden parts of me.
I opened my eyes, seeing the lights of the London street below. It was so unreal, standing naked before that large window with Jaxon’s hands on my body.
I watched our reflections in the glass, the way his hands teased me. I could see the flush of excitement in my cheeks as his fingers found my moist cave again.
Jaxon played my body like an instrument, circling my nerve endings until I was almost there and then pulling back. My legs were growing weak; I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Just when I was about to beg for mercy, he spun me about and lifted me into his arms. He carried me across the room and laid me down on his bed.
He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing sculpted abs that looked taunt over his lean frame. He unfastened his pants and stood shamelessly naked before me.
I waited for sweet words, but even in his silence, my legs parted to welcome him under the gaze of his green eyes. That movement seemed to be his undoing. He fell on top of me, his manhood sliding up into me easily.
I rocked against him, driving him deeper. Jaxon bit at my shoulder and smothered a groan. He pressed into me, filling me, and sending me immediately over the edge.
“Yes,” I moaned as his fingers dug into my hips, “Yes.”
He toyed with me, bringing me to the cusp and then moving slow and kissing me deep until that last shattering time I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh God...Oh God...”
My climax urged him on and moments later, he thrusted into me one last time and shuddered.
I lay next to Jaxon, my head in the crook of his arm, looking up at the light over the bed. It looked like a weird ball of twine, but the light shining through turned the room into a forest with twisting branches overhead.
“What’s the story with the light?” I asked as I cuddled closer to his warm body.
Jaxon kissed my temple, “I ordered it when I moved in. I don’t know why, but I saw it in a catalog and I just had to get it... I can’t explain it.”
I looked up at the shadows on the ceiling, remembering the branches overhead as Robin and Marian made love.
“No,” I said with a smile. “I like it.”
He covered his eyes with his arm, “No, it’s weird.”
“No,” I said as I reached over and stroked his face. “I get it.”
You have no idea how much I get it...
Mia Kershaw has always struggled with the drudgery of adult life, but even she was surprised when she walks away from her relationship and life in New York to hop on the first available flight to London. All she knew was that her life was not turning out anything like she planned, and only her best friend could help her fix the mess she had made of everything.
But days spent in historical England take a toll. She is having dreams of a life she never had, a life that took place centuries ago and all of it seems more real than the life she left behind.
Jaxon Davies has lived in London his entire life. He thought he was content just tending bar at the local pub until a stranger from America catches his eye and reveals his connection to a famous English legend.
Now, as the past as present collide, they must decide if they truly believe in fate and a love that spans two lifetimes. Are they ready for the secrets of Hood’s heart?