Page 15 of Caught By Menace

With a low hum of excitement, Menace swept her up in his arms and carried her to the oddly shaped couch. He placed her on it and knelt near her feet. Even on the floor, he loomed over her. Those long arms could reach every part of her body.

Overcome with nerves, she licked her lips. He grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. It was tossed over his shoulder and disappeared from sight. He removed one boot and sock and then the other. His tactical pants quickly followed.

When he stood up to push his boxer briefs down his strong thighs, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She’d seen a few naked men in her time but none compared to Menace. Tattoos emblazoned the tanned skin of his right side. Myriad scars, some puckered and pink and others a glossy white and extremely thin, dotted his body. This man had known such immense pain and violence. Maybe they had something in common after all.

Her gaze slid to his cock. She tried to hide her shock, but his smug smile told her she wasn’t successful. She couldn’t blame him for being smug. It was a huge cock. Thick and long and erect, it commanded her attention. Her pussy pulsed as she imagined what it would feel like to have that massive tool inside her. Very, very good, she guessed.

Menace knelt down at the edge of the couch again. He picked up her foot and caressed her calf. His fingertip traced some of the scratches she’d received from running through the woods. “Do these hurt?”

She shook her head. “They’re just ugly.”

“I’ve got something in my med kit that will help them heal.” He lowered his head and kissed each and every one of the scratches. She held her breath as his lips danced up one leg and then the other. He placed her feet back on the cushion and let his hands glide up and down her thighs.

When he didn’t go straight for the prize, so to speak, she was impressed. The few lovers she’d had in the past had always zeroed in on the secret spot between her thighs almost as quickly as her pants had been out of the way. But not Menace. He seemed to have other ideas about seduction—and she liked them.

With one knee on the couch, Menace nuzzled her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his hot breath tickling her earlobe and his big, warm hand stroking her outer thigh. A bit breathless, she remarked, “You’re very good at this.”

He chuckled against her throat and licked the spot where her pulse raced. “I want the first time to be good for you.”

Her heart stammered but for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t his desire to make the experience wonderful for her that made her heart race. No, it was the realization that he thought she was a virgin. She’d heard stories about these Harcos men and their penchant for virgin brides—something she most definitely could never be.

Alarmed by his misconception, Naya put both hands on his chest and shoved him up off her. Frowning, he gazed down at her with concern in his green eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Am I moving too fast?”

“No.” There was no easy way to break the truth to him. Best to just blurt it out, she figured. “Menace, I’m not a virgin.”

His expression turned to one of amusement. “And?”

Confused, she replied, “You said you wanted the first time to be good for me.”

“I do.” He kissed her with such tenderness. “Our first time,” he clarified. Holding her gaze, he asked, “Why would I care about the state of your hymen?”

His blunt question made her face burn. “I thought you sky warriors were big on the whole virgin bride thing.”

“Some are,” Menace confirmed, “but I’m not one of them.” His fingertips followed the line of her jaw down to the curve of her throat. “You’re fine just the way you are.”

Naya couldn’t believe this fearsome sky warrior who had stolen her away from her planet had just said the most romantic thing she’d ever heard. “Oh.”

“Stop worrying,” he urged. “Don’t think. Don’t question. Just feel, Naya.”Don’t think? Don’t question? How about asking me not to breathe?

Menace claimed her mouth in a sensual kiss. He left her dizzy and trembling when his mouth finally broke away from hers. If he kept kissing her like that, it would be almost impossible for her to think or question. She might not even be able to draw air into her lungs.

He flicked through the buttons on the shirt and pushed the fabric off her shoulders. She sat up just enough to allow him to whisk it away. Naked again and at his mercy, she balled up her hands and placed them on her thighs.

Menace spotted them instantly and clasped her wrists. “No.Relax.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Do I need to cuff you?”

Her stomach lurched as the memories of being cuffed and arrested flashed before her eyes. She didn’t want those ugly thoughts to intrude on this moment. “Please don’t.”

Menace tilted his head. Had he seen the fear in her eyes? Probably. To his credit, he didn’t mention her weakness. Instead he lifted her hands overhead and carefully pried her fists open. He pushed her fingers against the big wide loops of braided material above the couch. “Hold on to these.”

Relieved not to be cuffed, she gripped the fabric loops. “I won’t let go.”

He chuckled and placed a noisy kiss right above her breast. “I’m sure you won’t.”

“Ah!” she moaned as Menace traced her nipple with his tongue. The sensitive flesh puckered as he laved her dark skin. He sucked her nipple between his lips and licked across the tight bud. Inhaling sharply, she tried to press her knees together as her clit throbbed to life. Menace’s position between her legs made it impossible.

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