Unearthed by Rachael Wade Page A

lips and I took in the intense stare of his smoky brown eyes. There was promise in those eyes. Bracing his hands on the arms of the chair, he leaned forward to bring his face level with mine. “Stand up and take your dress off.”
    The assertiveness in his tone had me instantly obeying him. I rose from the chair slowly, watching as he maintained eye contact, resting his weight on the backs of his heels to allow me space to stand. He didn’t allow me much room, though. As soon as I was standing before him, he returned to place his body flush with mine, looking down at me with raw desire. I swallowed.
    He was the Big Bad Wolf, I was Red Riding Hood, and he was going to eat me alive.
    “Off,” he repeated, flicking one of the shoulder straps.
    My pulse quickened and I moved to pull down the straps, reaching for the back zipper next.
    “Let me.” He turned me and carefully dragged the zipper down, letting the tips of his fingers slide over my spine. “ Mmmm , goosebumps. I like.” His hot mouth made contact with my shoulder, then the back of my neck, prompting more goosebumps to spring across my nape. Keeping my back to his front, he peeled the dress down over my torso, stopping to let it hang at my hips. He pushed his nose in my hair, inhaling roughly at my ear. “Remember the windmill?”
    “How could I forget?” I breathed, feeling my muscles clench deliciously from head to toe. Ever since the villagers voted to refurbish the windmill, it was on heavy watch, put to use as a main meeting base for selling and trading supplies and holding weekly farmers’ market sales. It was often bustling with activity, especially since Dali and Akim’s old bunker was turned into a storage cellar.
    Before I could turn around to kiss him, his fingers knotted in my hair and clamped down, gripping tight. Small sparks of pain shot from my scalp and I cried out, but the pain was drowned in pleasure as he forced me forward with his knee, pushing me into the table’s edge.
    “Hands on the table.”
    I did as he said, pushing my notebook and pens aside, then spreading my palms on the wood. After writing, cleaning, cooking, taking care of Ava, and helping out around the villages day after day, I was more than happy to let him take control of my body.
    He gave my hair another yank, drawing another whimper from my lips.
    “God, I love that sound. I love that I can do that to you.”
    “It feels so good.”
    “Bend over and hold on. I’m not going easy on you, love. You need this.”
    The sound of his pants zipper followed and the gentle yet firm pressure of his hand guided my back down. I yielded to the bending position, stationing my hands on the table top.
    “Gavin.” I released a gasp, feeling him enter and fill me completely. The force was precise and unapologetic. One of his hands braced my bare hip, the other roaming across my abdomen and then up to my breasts, cupping and kneading them as he began to rock forward. His thumb moved in small circles at my hip, and I knew what he was looking for—my crescent scar.
    The one that marked me when I’d become a vampire, only now it was gone.
    The scars disappeared when the curse was broken, but he still searched for mine, after all this time, and I still searched for his, rubbing my fingers gently over his forehead whenever I played with his hair. Somehow, there was comfort found there, in looking for those invisible scars. They reminded us of what we’d been through together, and now, reminded us of what we were free from. My skin still tingled whenever he touched me there, and oddly, made me miss the ominous crescent shape.
    “You feel amazing, Cam.”
    I responded by pushing harder against him, meeting the rock of his hips.
    “You’re a vixen, baby. Come here.” He delivered an answering strike, then pulled out, swiftly turning me around and lifting me up. My legs fell easily around his waist and he moved to sit on the chair, taking me down with him, joining us again as he