Rion by Susan Kearney Page B

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    When he finished, she trembled against him and parted her thighs. “More.”
    Dipping his fingers between her legs, he swirled the soap into her triangle of curls, then dipped lower. She moaned softly,
     and he carefully coated her delicate lips with soap. Her sexy ass got the same treatment. And when he slipped his lathered
     fingers into her from two angles at once, she panted. Squirmed.
    “I can’t… hold still. It’s tingling everywhere.”
    “Not everywhere.” His finger moved to where her scales joined between her thighs, the delicate bud where her nerve formed
     a pulsing nexus.
    “Oh… my.” She jerked. “I think… I’m… going to explode.”
    He shook his head, mouth dry as all her bare skin rubbed against his. “You won’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “The soap has smart technology. It will only let you get so aroused.”
    “That doesn’t sound very smart to me.” She raised her hand to trail up his neck. The other clutched his hip.
    His erection pressed against her bottom. She tried to take him between her legs.
    He shifted slightly to the side. “Not yet. I promised you I wouldn’t rush, remember?”
    “But I’m ready.”
    “According to Earth standards that may be true. But Earth standards aren’t my standards.”
    She gasped again. “Ah… sweet… stars. What is happening to me?” She tried to shimmy closer to take his erection inside her,
     but she got his hand instead. “You don’t… play fair.”
    “This is more fun.” He kissed his way down her back. At the same time his fingers stroked between her legs, his other hand
     teased the crease of her ass. “Does that feel good?” he murmured, flicking his finger slowly over her clit.
    “Faster,” she demanded. “Harder.”
    She was lighting up his every nerve ending. Raw need poured through his system. Marisa had always charmed him. Intrigued him.
     Attracted him. But now he could breathe in the star scent, mixed with a delicious female mustiness. She wanted him.
    He wondered how long he could hold back. Already on the edge of control, he felt his breath grow tight in his chest.
    Marisa leaned forward onto her hands and knees, raising her hips out of the water. The sight of her set off his primal need.
     He wanted to ram into her like some wild animal.
    Heat cascaded over him, engulfed his chest, making breathing difficult. And as the heat swirled lower, his sex drew so tight
     he was certain he’d never been this huge. Or in such need.
    His thoughts swam in a sea of passion until he was drowning in the moment. It was as if every drop of testosterone in his
     body had fired. Lust clawed at him deeper, harder, hotter than ever before.
    “Take me, Rion.”
    “I will.” He’d had difficulty speaking at all, but he’d forced words past lips that wanted to taste her flesh and embed this
     moment into his memory.
    There was no reason not to take what she was offering.
    *   *   *
    W HAT WAS TAKING him so damn long? Marisa didn’t get it.
    Her body was demanding release. Between the incessant tingling and Rion’s damned clever fingers taunting and teasing her soft
     flesh, tiny goose bumps of need rose everywhere.
    She wanted him inside her. Her body was saying
now, now, now.
    He bit her, and God help her, she lost it.
    Holding back was madness. She had to have him. Could think only of him. And the aching hollow between her legs that needed
     filling. A hollow only he could fill.
    When she reached for him, he moved his fingers faster over her flesh. Her skin prickled, her dragon scales undulated, and
     her nipples drew even tighter. The damp, sensitive folds between her legs ached.
    She jerked her hips up. “Rion… please.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. His nostrils flared, and he smiled. His grin was feral, primal. His eyes burned, and he rose
     to his knees. His greedy fingers kept demanding.
    He was primed to take.
    But he kept nibbling her butt, his hands taunting her until she had to bite her lip to keep back