He climbed the ladder first then pulled her up and through the hatch.After sealing it, he faced her but managed only a step when she removed her top garment.
A chill shot into his core, pulsing out liquid heat.
Maker, is this truly happening?
Chapter Twenty-One
AtCylo’sthoughts,Wrenfroze.Okay, removing her shirt might have been too eager, but she didn’t give a damn.At last, she was about to get horizontal with the one man who made her blood sizzle.But when he just stood there, gazing at her, shyness struck like her first day at school.
She angled her head as if doing so would sharpen her new ability to pick up his thoughts.But nothing more reached her as if he was stunned into silence.She cleared her throat and faced him.What was the rush?If this was one and done, she should take it slow, savor each moment.He kissed like a connoisseur, his tongue was beyond talented, and he already knew how to make her see stars, galaxies, and supernovas.Well, maybe there was room for more.
“Come here,” he said, pointing to his booted feet.Please.
Although she loved his commanding tone, the imp in her didn’t budge.She grinned.“And if I do not?”
Alodon’s balls, I love that she challenges me, but not now…“Ensa, I want you.If I move from this spot, I fear what control I have might shatter.”
Her eyes widened even as her heart froze then burst into an explosion of activity.That he was honest with her, had verbally revealed how he felt, that alone propelled her toward him.
“Here?”she whispered, not two feet from him.
His features hardened, and a pulse ticked at the base of his jaw.
She inched closer until she was a foot away.
“Minus cesu, what am I going to do with you?”He wrapped his fingers around her upper arms and yanked her against him, plastering her to his taut body.
The warmth of him hit her first, then the velvety texture of his skin registered.She clung to his biceps, loving the strength and play of muscles beneath her fingertips.He nuzzled her neck, drawing in deep breaths between nips that sent shivers outward.Liquid heat trickled to her toes and weakened her knees.
Maker, I dreamed of this.“It is my wish to undress you,” he said, his breath puffing across her goose-bumped flesh.
She opened her mouth to agree to anything, but with a sharp tug, her bra fell away.He spread his fingers across her back, his breathing rougher.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mumbled.I ache to taste every inch of you.
Communicating with her telepathically added a whole new level of intimacy to this moment.She feathered kisses where she could reach, hating that his armor prevented her from truly enjoying being plastered against him.“I hope I get to undress you, too.”
He leaned back and thumped his chest.His armor parted, granting her a sliver of bronzed skin, not a hair in sight.The urge to press her lips there squashed any lingering shyness.The taste of him made her sigh—hot, scented, and all male.When she licked him, he thrust her away from him.
Thamani.
With a hand holding her back, he slipped out of his armor, letting it fall.Her gaze locked on his taut nipples, darker than his skin tone.She tried to wrap her lips around each bud, but he wouldn’t let her.
She stamped her foot and glared at him.
His attention wasn’t on her face but lower.So beautiful.
From where his outstretched hand touched her, he stroked down until a breast filled his palm.Her breath caught, and her head fell back as she relished his reverent touch.When he rubbed a thumb over a nipple, pleasure shot outward.She hummed in approval.
Must taste.
Movement disturbed her pleasure, but she couldn’t bring herself to peek.Something hot and wet latched onto a nipple.She looked then, finding him on his knees and his mouth on her.He wrapped his arm around her ass, keeping her in place.From one breast to the other, he bathed her in worship.
Addicting.
She sank her fingers into his hair and held on, knowing he’d keep her standing.
Garments.Off.Now.Despite his thoughts warning her, when he pulled back, she almost went with him, but his grip on her hip kept her upright.
