tightening begin deep
inside her. “Ah, Tsiran ,” he moaned, dragging the tines of the fork out of his mouth
in a way that had her clenching her inner thighs together. “This is
what you choose to eat, my Leah? This is what you enjoy?” He
glanced down at the lessened mound of salad sitting lonely on the
side of his huge plate. “I can see why.”
His fork made a clink as he rested it on the
side of the dish. Rykhan lifted his hand to her face as his eyes
zeroed in on hers again. His thumb stroked across her cheekbone,
just as a wave of devotion wash over her. “Just like you. It is
perfect in its naturalness.”
All she could do was stare into his amazing
eyes as she nodded, stunned at his words, his movement and the
emotions she so freely sensed coming from him.
Who was this guy?
Leah didn’t contribute much to the conversation
swirling around her during the remaining portion of their meal. She
couldn’t. Because of how caught up she was in Rykhan’s reactions as
he sampled, tasted, and chewed through each dish his fork ventured
towards.
Much like Wyst, he seemed totally enthralled by
everything he ate. After each bite, his eyes made his ways to hers
and Leah knew there was more, so very much more on his mind than
just satisfying his need, his taste for, food. His gaze spoke of
wanting, almost needing her and completely aligned with what she
felt. Their mutual desire superseded any appetite she had and it
wasn’t long, before she realized simply she was rearranging the
salad on her plate instead of consuming it.
“You are not hungry, mica tisha ?” he asked, his mouth so close
to her ear that her hair moved with his breath, at his softly
spoken foreign words. Ones that sounded like an endearment. The
heat of his body almost burned as his arm pressed against her side
and another sharp searing pain encircled her bicep, quickly gone by
the time she reached to rub her skin.
“N-no,” she stammered, almost breathless at his
nearness and the pain that had scored her flesh. “I’m
finished.”
Rykhan’s arm slid over the top of the booth as
his other hand moved to cover hers holding the fork. “Then perhaps
you should not play with your food.”
Dropping her utensil, Leah raised her eyes only
to realize he was closer, much closer than she’d originally
thought. ‘Close enough to kiss,’ her mind supplied again. She
looked at his full mouth still shiny with the residual grease from
his cheeseburger. Without thinking or hesitation, she took the
napkin off of her lap and ran it over his lips lightly. His low
groan, the way he closed his eyes made her thighs clench hard
together as her heart began to race. His reaction brought her
yearning into sharp relief and she felt a shudder run through her,
culminating in her core as her own sigh escaped.
She knew beyond a shadow of doubt what pulsated
within her was due to their combined desire.
What was wrong with her?
That wasn’t her, wasn’t how she normally acted
around a man. Not making moves without thinking them through or
becoming aroused by simple looks and low growls. No, usually it
took a lot of foreplay to get her in the mood, a fact that Tony had
thrown at her repeatedly in order to point out her deficiency when
it came to sex. “I gotta start patting ass at the crack of dawn
just to get a little at bedtime,” he’d complained on more than one
occasion.
So what was it about Rykhan that caused her
body to moisten and swell with sexual heat?
Was she delusional in thinking she could
experience what he felt too? Was his arousal somehow feeding
hers?
The waiter made an appearance and began to
clear the plates. Leah idly noticed hers was the only one with any
remaining food on it. How could she eat anything when her body
seemed to be hungering for something else entirely?
“Can I get you folks some dessert?” The young
man asked, handing the dishware off to a waiting busboy. Leah
ordered a coffee while the others chose to indulge their
inside her. “Ah, Tsiran ,” he moaned, dragging the tines of the fork out of his mouth
in a way that had her clenching her inner thighs together. “This is
what you choose to eat, my Leah? This is what you enjoy?” He
glanced down at the lessened mound of salad sitting lonely on the
side of his huge plate. “I can see why.”
His fork made a clink as he rested it on the
side of the dish. Rykhan lifted his hand to her face as his eyes
zeroed in on hers again. His thumb stroked across her cheekbone,
just as a wave of devotion wash over her. “Just like you. It is
perfect in its naturalness.”
All she could do was stare into his amazing
eyes as she nodded, stunned at his words, his movement and the
emotions she so freely sensed coming from him.
Who was this guy?
Leah didn’t contribute much to the conversation
swirling around her during the remaining portion of their meal. She
couldn’t. Because of how caught up she was in Rykhan’s reactions as
he sampled, tasted, and chewed through each dish his fork ventured
towards.
Much like Wyst, he seemed totally enthralled by
everything he ate. After each bite, his eyes made his ways to hers
and Leah knew there was more, so very much more on his mind than
just satisfying his need, his taste for, food. His gaze spoke of
wanting, almost needing her and completely aligned with what she
felt. Their mutual desire superseded any appetite she had and it
wasn’t long, before she realized simply she was rearranging the
salad on her plate instead of consuming it.
“You are not hungry, mica tisha ?” he asked, his mouth so close
to her ear that her hair moved with his breath, at his softly
spoken foreign words. Ones that sounded like an endearment. The
heat of his body almost burned as his arm pressed against her side
and another sharp searing pain encircled her bicep, quickly gone by
the time she reached to rub her skin.
“N-no,” she stammered, almost breathless at his
nearness and the pain that had scored her flesh. “I’m
finished.”
Rykhan’s arm slid over the top of the booth as
his other hand moved to cover hers holding the fork. “Then perhaps
you should not play with your food.”
Dropping her utensil, Leah raised her eyes only
to realize he was closer, much closer than she’d originally
thought. ‘Close enough to kiss,’ her mind supplied again. She
looked at his full mouth still shiny with the residual grease from
his cheeseburger. Without thinking or hesitation, she took the
napkin off of her lap and ran it over his lips lightly. His low
groan, the way he closed his eyes made her thighs clench hard
together as her heart began to race. His reaction brought her
yearning into sharp relief and she felt a shudder run through her,
culminating in her core as her own sigh escaped.
She knew beyond a shadow of doubt what pulsated
within her was due to their combined desire.
What was wrong with her?
That wasn’t her, wasn’t how she normally acted
around a man. Not making moves without thinking them through or
becoming aroused by simple looks and low growls. No, usually it
took a lot of foreplay to get her in the mood, a fact that Tony had
thrown at her repeatedly in order to point out her deficiency when
it came to sex. “I gotta start patting ass at the crack of dawn
just to get a little at bedtime,” he’d complained on more than one
occasion.
So what was it about Rykhan that caused her
body to moisten and swell with sexual heat?
Was she delusional in thinking she could
experience what he felt too? Was his arousal somehow feeding
hers?
The waiter made an appearance and began to
clear the plates. Leah idly noticed hers was the only one with any
remaining food on it. How could she eat anything when her body
seemed to be hungering for something else entirely?
“Can I get you folks some dessert?” The young
man asked, handing the dishware off to a waiting busboy. Leah
ordered a coffee while the others chose to indulge their
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