Page 76 of Crash Landing
“I think… I think I wouldn’t care about any of those things if I was with you.”
His eyes twinkled again like my words had touched some deep, hidden part of his conscience.
“You would truly conquer all of that for me?”
“Yes.”
He leaned toward me, smiling as he pressed his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss. I raised myself on my toes to better reach him, my breasts flattening against his chest.
“Sjek, al’fira. I need to be inside you again. You’re ruining me.”
“Please. I’m burning up. I need you.
He backed me up until my backside hit the edge of the oval table, Saleuk regarded me with feral need, breathing with the same passion as I was.
“How fertile are you now?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Fertile enough that you should know you want this.”
“I don’t want to try, Saleuk. I just want to be with you. If something happens, it happens.”
He bent forward, kissing the side of my neck. “Tell me your mine. That you’re with me.”
“I’m with you. And I’ve had two weeks to think about everything, so don’t ask me if I’m sure again.”
“Turn around,” he whispered gruffly.
“But I like looking at you.”
The corner of his mouth rose up and he bobbed his brows once before looking up over my head. Slowly, he began to rotate me around until my back was to his chest.
“You can look at me all you want,” he said.
My head turned to see what was in front of me and noticed the reflective wall. When it wasn’t activated, it was nothing more than a giant mirror. Our image was reflected back at us in perfect detail under the low, cool light. I was so damn small standing in front of him, but seeing how clean and refreshed I was in that flattering dress instilled a level of confidence I didn’t have before. I cocked my head at myself and panned upward to look at Saleuk behind me. His frame was slender yet muscular. His big hands on my shoulders gently skimmed down my arms and as they neared my hips, his smirk turned devilish. His colors shifted from a light lavender to something warmer.
Jesus, he was handsome.
He brought his mouth to my ear and slid one hand gently up the middle of my back until it was between my shoulders.
“Bend over,” he whispered, the heat of his breath sending erotic chills straight through me.
His hand pressed on my back and instantly, I folded forward until my palms were on the table. Looking at myself doubled over like that, my ass against Saleuk’s groin, made my heart do somersaults. I swallowed hard and watched him lick his lips like he was hungry for me and God that was the best feeling.
“Keep watching, al’fira,” he said as he parted the front of his jacket and slid it off of him.
His hard chest and muscular abdomen glistened under the light and brought out every contour of his hard stomach and broad shoulders. His fingers crawled over the fabric of my skirts, pulling them up until they were bunched against my back. His fingers explored me first before he stooped to press his lips to my spine. I sighed loudly at that and hung my head, melting under his touches. He kept kissing his way down my back, taking in deep breaths of my scent while both of his hands traveled up to cup my breasts.
I could have enjoyed his mouth on me all day, but before I sunk too far into his calm teasing, his teeth nipped at my hip, waking me from my trance. He was crouched down behind me, kissing my thighs. The cool breeze touched my naked sex and I shuddered.
“Saleuk,” I muttered.
He licked a trail up the back of my thigh, his fingers playing between my lower lips. I was slick with need and moaned against his caress, rocking against him.
“Keep watching,” he rasped, rising onto his feet again above me.
I opened my eyes to see him towering over my body, his wicked eyes on me in our reflection. With anticipation, I watched his hand slide down around my stomach and disappear between my legs. I parted my feet, welcoming his touch, and gasped when his fingers found my clit.
“So wet for me,” he said.
