His long fingers pulled it away from her sultry skin. Air swept across her turgid nipples. Oh, God, a flood of warm moisture soaked her thighs. Her sex scent was so strong it left no doubt about what her body wanted.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, blowing his hot breath against her nipples.
Falon made a funny noise arching against him.
Lucien laughed and traced a finger along the buttons. The pressure against her skin was excruciatingly delicious. “You are so tempting right now. If I were less of a gentleman, I would have my way with you right here, Falon.”
“You are no gentleman.”
He moved into her and against her ear, he asked, “Are you giving me permission not to be?”
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild with the wicked things he could do to her—if she let him. “I’m just saying…”
He growled low, his beast surfacing. It thrilled her. “Falon,” he breathed along her nipples. “I want you like I have never wanted another woman.” He nipped at her chin, just barely missing. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Lucien…” she breathed. “Sex will complicate things between us.”
“We are already beyond complicated.”
She opened her eyes and smiled and felt no guilt about it. His eyes sparked brightly under the floodlights. “Complicated is an understatement.”
He returned her smile and she nearly swooned. His smile widened. The gesture changed everything about him. It was like a beautiful solar eclipse, the sun lighting up the night.
She reached up and traced her fingertip along the curve of his lips. “You should smile more often.”
He nipped at her finger, then sucked it into his mouth. Heat shot straight to her womb. He sucked her finger deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Falon squeezed her eyes shut and fought the intense sensations crashing through her body. Every cell in her had lit up like a freakin’ Roman candle.
With her free hand she dug her fingers into his thick hair, amazed how soft it was. Lucien pulled her finger from his mouth and placed her hand on the other side of his head. She dug her fingers in. He pressed his forehead to hers and looked down at her swollen breasts. His fingers tightened around her arms.
What he did next stunned her. Carefully, he buttoned up her vest and then stood back from her. He held out his hand to her. Dumbfounded, she took it. He led her through the heaving, gasping, humping pack up the metal stairway to his room.
Quietly, he shut the door behind them. “Get some sleep, Falon. Your body isn’t as strong as you think it is.”
He walked past her into the bathroom.
Speechless, she stood there in the middle of the bedroom, her body on fire while he—he did what? Brushed his teeth?
Five
AFTER WHAT SEEMED an eternity, Lucien exited the bathroom. The low glow of the candlelight flickered across the smooth skin of his broad chest and defined belly. Falon’s eyes dipped lower to the thick ridge tenting his black boxer briefs. Swallowing hard she looked up into two blazing eyes above his set jaw. “Do what you need to do, Falon. I have an early day tomorrow.”
She moved past him into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind her. For a long minute, Falon stood flat against the door, slowly inhaled, then more slowly exhaled as she tried to calm the electrical storm in her body and the turbulence in her heart.
She missed Rafa. At one time, she had thought she would give anything to be with him, but yet here she was. Yes, mostly she was here for the benefit of Rafa and the Lycan she’d come to love. But part of her knew she was also here because of Lucien. He had a crazy chemical combustive hold on her. Was it simply a Lycan thing? Lord knew it was as basic as basic could be. She wanted to mate. With Lucien. Like down and dirty, crazy animal mating. She felt like a damn bitch in heat around him. And if he wasn’t snubbing her, he was telling her how much he wanted to fuck her. Not make love.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, blowing his hot breath against her nipples.
Falon made a funny noise arching against him.
Lucien laughed and traced a finger along the buttons. The pressure against her skin was excruciatingly delicious. “You are so tempting right now. If I were less of a gentleman, I would have my way with you right here, Falon.”
“You are no gentleman.”
He moved into her and against her ear, he asked, “Are you giving me permission not to be?”
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild with the wicked things he could do to her—if she let him. “I’m just saying…”
He growled low, his beast surfacing. It thrilled her. “Falon,” he breathed along her nipples. “I want you like I have never wanted another woman.” He nipped at her chin, just barely missing. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Lucien…” she breathed. “Sex will complicate things between us.”
“We are already beyond complicated.”
She opened her eyes and smiled and felt no guilt about it. His eyes sparked brightly under the floodlights. “Complicated is an understatement.”
He returned her smile and she nearly swooned. His smile widened. The gesture changed everything about him. It was like a beautiful solar eclipse, the sun lighting up the night.
She reached up and traced her fingertip along the curve of his lips. “You should smile more often.”
He nipped at her finger, then sucked it into his mouth. Heat shot straight to her womb. He sucked her finger deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Falon squeezed her eyes shut and fought the intense sensations crashing through her body. Every cell in her had lit up like a freakin’ Roman candle.
With her free hand she dug her fingers into his thick hair, amazed how soft it was. Lucien pulled her finger from his mouth and placed her hand on the other side of his head. She dug her fingers in. He pressed his forehead to hers and looked down at her swollen breasts. His fingers tightened around her arms.
What he did next stunned her. Carefully, he buttoned up her vest and then stood back from her. He held out his hand to her. Dumbfounded, she took it. He led her through the heaving, gasping, humping pack up the metal stairway to his room.
Quietly, he shut the door behind them. “Get some sleep, Falon. Your body isn’t as strong as you think it is.”
He walked past her into the bathroom.
Speechless, she stood there in the middle of the bedroom, her body on fire while he—he did what? Brushed his teeth?
Five
AFTER WHAT SEEMED an eternity, Lucien exited the bathroom. The low glow of the candlelight flickered across the smooth skin of his broad chest and defined belly. Falon’s eyes dipped lower to the thick ridge tenting his black boxer briefs. Swallowing hard she looked up into two blazing eyes above his set jaw. “Do what you need to do, Falon. I have an early day tomorrow.”
She moved past him into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind her. For a long minute, Falon stood flat against the door, slowly inhaled, then more slowly exhaled as she tried to calm the electrical storm in her body and the turbulence in her heart.
She missed Rafa. At one time, she had thought she would give anything to be with him, but yet here she was. Yes, mostly she was here for the benefit of Rafa and the Lycan she’d come to love. But part of her knew she was also here because of Lucien. He had a crazy chemical combustive hold on her. Was it simply a Lycan thing? Lord knew it was as basic as basic could be. She wanted to mate. With Lucien. Like down and dirty, crazy animal mating. She felt like a damn bitch in heat around him. And if he wasn’t snubbing her, he was telling her how much he wanted to fuck her. Not make love.
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