If he would touch her intimately, just one little brush of his fingers…or his tongue, she would shoot off like a rocket.
He traced an exquisitely torturous path down the middle of her robe, and she thought, Yes! This is it. He’s going to strip me. Instead of removing the robe, he traced the seam back up.
She bit the cord of his neck and said, “Please.” The past few days, she’d been aroused one too many times.
He blazed the same unhurried path down her robe. This time, he went lower. Came back up slower. Went back down, once again going lower than before. His knuckles brushed the small tuft of hair between her legs, and she rolled her hips, chasing those fingers.
Too much, too much. Not enough. “Jorlan?” She beat at his shoulders. “You’re killing me.”
Wicked amusement curved his lips. “Did you not say you wished to die of pleasure?”
“I didn’t mean it literally.” I might have meant it literally.
“Do you crave more of me?”
“More…all…please!”
“Hmm,” he said, running his fingers down the robe again. Through the tuft of pale curls. Almost where she ached the most…
Nope. Back up he went. “Not just yet, I think.”
Argh! He would pay for this later.
He licked and sucked different spots on her neck and chest. He kneaded her butt. She writhed, and she pressed against him. She tried to place his hands where she needed them most, but he ruined her efforts by pinning her arms behind her back.
“I’m seriously considering tying you up and taking over, Jorlan!”
His laugh was a low purr. Then—finally!—he dipped his free hand inside her robe. Instead of cupping and squeezing her breast as she so desperately craved, he traced her areola, the action only increasing her frustration.
“Tell me what I do to you,” he commanded softly.
“You make me ache.” She meant the words as a complaint, but they sounded more like a plea.
“Where exactly do I make you ache, katya?”
“Everywhere.”
“Where specifically? Here?” He grazed the tip of her nipple.
Her hips jerked, and she almost came right then. “Yes, there.” He dipped his head and licked. Sucked. “Yes! Do that again. Please.”
He gave her other nipple the same treatment, a light grazing, followed by the heat of his tongue. She arched her lower body, ready for more. Just one more touch should propel her over the edge.
“Where else do I make you ache?” he demanded.
All she could do? Moan and shimmy against him.
Her robe parted, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “You are magnificent, katya.”
His words washed over her, as sensual as a caress, and she squirmed against him, freeing her arms. Beyond desperate now, she reached between them to yank at his towel.
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “I asked you a question. Where else do you ache?”
She was too aroused to be embarrassed, liquid warmth whirling in her stomach. “Between my legs,” she said, and groaned. “I ache between my legs. And everywhere else.”
Watching her face intently, he slipped a finger through her pale curls. Just when she rocked forward, he darted away. She followed. Each time, he edged closer to the heart of her need.
Over and over he teased her that way, giving her a glimpse of pleasure, only to stop.
When he brushed her swollen clitoris, she let her head fall back as she cried, “Yes. Right there.” But he retreated again. “No, come back.” Returned. “Oh, yes, there.” Retreated. “No!” As the dance continued, her breaths came in short, erratic pants. “Enough,” she managed to croak.
“Are you sure?” He was beginning to lose his playful air. In fact, the teasing light had completely abandoned his eyes, and now he watched her with deep intensity. “Shall I leave?”
“No, no! Give me more. Give me everything. And hurry!”
His eyes darkened to a deep sapphire blue. “I will hurry…our second time.”
Hoping her brother’s advice would not lead her astray, she maneuvered out of her robe. “How about I take my time with you?”
His pupils expanded. “I’ll hurry now.”
In the next instant, she found herself flat on her back. While on his knees, Jorlan jerked her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs and kissed between her thighs.
The pleasure! The bliss! She exploded in a rush. Fire, joy, pleasure all rocked her, sending thousands of twinkling lights through her mind. She lost touch with where she was, who she was, only feeling an incredible shiver race through her again and again. And when she thought she might die from the sensation, Jorlan kissed her again with his heavenly tongue until she could only gasp his name. He tasted her, sucked her, and made her want him all over again. He expertly worked his tongue and fingers in a way that made her every fantasies pale in comparison.
When she came a second time, he moved to stand over her. His hair was darker than the night sky that framed her window, and his eyes…his eyes were blazing with passion, bright and crystalline. He gazed down at her spread legs and wet arousal.
In that moment, she realized a wonderful truth. She’d wanted a dominant man, and she’d gotten one. He controlled their lovemaking and it was spectacular.
“I hope you are ready, katya,” he said, his voice strained. “We are just getting started.”
* * *
NEVER HAD JORLAN seen so beautiful a sight before. Nor would he again. Not without Katie. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy. Her hazel eyes were brilliant and wide, her lips swollen and parted from his kisses. Her nipples were as ripe and pink as berries, and her woman’s flesh was damp with arousal he had caused.
Muscles bunching, he crawled over her. As skin met heated skin, they both cried out. He’d wanted to prolong the moment, to prolong their pleasure, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. He rocked himself against her, careful not to enter her yet.
“Just like that,” she panted.
So he did it again, gliding back and forth in the slick V of her thighs while she rubbed herself wantonly against him. Finally, Jorlan had pushed himself to the edge of his control. He wanted this woman too desperately and for too long to stop now.
He kissed her breasts, dragged his teeth over her nipples and positioned himself for entry, but he didn’t push inside immediately, just teased her opening. “Before I go any further, I need to hear your assent once more.”
She had been so bold about everything else; he yearned for her boldness in this, as well. Her eyes were the warm color of honey, and passion misted in their depths. Yet they had been so glazed before. When he took her, he wanted it to be with her cries of rapture in his ears, not regret.
Another heart-stopping pause. “I want you, Jorlan. Now,” she commanded, a vixen aroused to the point of pain. “Do it now.”
“My pleasure.” He grinned slowly, wickedly. She was a warrioress through and through, even in lovemaking, and that fueled his desire as never before. “’Tis indeed my pleasure.”
He plunged inside her.
She cried out as her virginity gave way, her sleek tightness engulfing him. He stilled. Her nails deeply scored his back as she uttered expletive after expletive.
“Katya,” he gritted against her ear, struggling not to go over the edge. Struggling even more to give her time to adjust. This bold, passionate woman was—nay, had been—untouched. He was the first, the only man to fill her, and the knowledge threatened to fell him.