Page 39 of Chieftain
"Teasing and nibbles are good too," I whispered, trying to pretend my action was for educational purposes alone.
Khaion stiffened, his heartbeat ratcheting into high gear under my fingertips.
I let my lips play over his, nibbling and teasing with dainty kisses. I'm just giving him instructions. If he understands kissing, it might help some other poor unfortunate girl kidnapped by the cat-aliens...
Oh, hell no, it better not!
This idea of any other female pressing her lips against Khaion sent a burst of jealousy, like hot lava seething through my veins. When I first found out Rick was cheating, I was furious. I spent hours plotting a Texas Chainsaw Massacrerevenge on my ex. Strangely I didn't feel the first iota of jealousy regarding the other women. Those women didn't matter to me. The women that might put their lips on Khaion in the future, however...
I hated every single one of them.
With my mind lost in jealous meanderings, my lips followed my body's urges, paying little attention to common sense. Khaion's low moan traveled along my nerve endings like a caress. His hands rested against my hips as my lips nibbled along his lips, cheeks, and jawline. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning, lost in the delicious feel and taste of him. It was like kissing velvet.
"I can understand why you like this kissing." His voice was gruff, thick with emotion. Molten gold eyes trained on my face holding the same depth of feeling with which he always looked at me—like I was precious and beautiful... desired above all others.
"I haven't shown you everything yet." My own voice was breathless and hoarse. Why did I say that? I should stop now. I should end the show part of the lesson and tell him the rest. I should remember that Khaion is an alien, and I'm a sixty-year-old human woman who should act her age. I should...
"I want everything." Khaion's lips traveled along my cheek, and I felt the faint touch of his tongue behind the press of his full lips.
I did too. All of it. All of him.
"Well, there's French kissing." My entire body tingled as I said the words.
"Show me."
My heart jumped, flipping and beating like a happy child performing somersaults. Khaion's hands slowly slid from my hips to my back, pulling me closer. He was magnetic. My body pulled toward him without conscious thought. Arousal flooded my body like a tidal wave, and I wasn't scared to drown.
Why does he have this effect on me?
His body was hard and warm against mine. My hands splayed on his chest, taking solace in the rhythmic beating of his heart. It felt like time was suspended momentarily, and I never wanted to move again. Khaion's eyes met mine, drawing me deeper into their ocean of cobalt and gold. Our breaths mingled with one another, our bodies melting together. Khaion's hands exuded the slightest pressure, pressing me toward him until we were flush against each other. My hands crept up his chest, burying in the thick bronze hair lying over his shoulders.
No one had ever made me feel this way. I never wanted Rick the way my body craved Khaion. I never wanted anyone like this. I felt powerless against the rush of desire and the swell of need blossoming that was nearly painful.
My lips teased across his for a moment, and he trembled in reaction, shuddering with desire. Tentatively, and so softly it made me desperate with wanting, my tongue gave a tentative touch against the seam of his lips.
Khaion stiffened with a rush of breath, then his lips parted, and I felt the touch of his tongue against mine. A deep groan reverberated as he pulled me into his lap as we explored each other's mouths like adventurers mapping out an unknown universe.
Khaion is either the fastest learner in the universe or a big fat liar, and I don't care which.
I whimpered, and my voice was so breathless that I could barely hear it myself over our hearts beating. It seemed to break something within Khaion's control because the next thing I knew, I found myself straddling his muscular thighs. This left my chest pressed against his, a taut expanse of tan skin and hard muscle just waiting for my touch. His eyes glittered like gold coins in the dusky light as he claimed my lips. The kiss was deep but slow-moving, taking its time like a man savoring an expensive wine. Our tongues tangled together, twisting around each other like they were sparring partners trying to gain an advantage.
Khaion's hands buried themselves in the hair at the back of my neck and clasped me even closer. I felt him pulse against me, a growing hardness where his body grinds against mine. It felt amazing; all that strength and power moving against me like that.
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!
My body is a pulsing mass of want. It used to take Rick half an hour of foreplay to get me to the point that Khaion's kisses do. Even then, it was never like this. Never this intense and heated and throbbing and...
Khaion lifted his head, desire blazing in his golden irises. Our gazes locked and want thrummed in the air, so powerful, it's practically corporeal--a living, breathing entity unto itself.
Filled with a sudden daring, I didn’t care how crazy it seemed. I didn’t listen to the logical side of my brain screaming with reminders of the insanity of my current situation. I didn’tcare about anything but how his skin felt under my fingertips, how his hands felt stroking my hair and skin, how his mouth felt pressed to my lips and flesh, and how, in the cradle of my thighs, I felt the thick, throbbing evidence that he desired me.
My body has a mind of its own, and I gave in to what it wanted, slowly rocking my hips against his burgeoning thickness. Khaion's eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned, a rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep in his soul and made my entire body quiver. It's an inevitable slide into pleasure that leaves me breathless and wanting more. My nails dug into his back as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip. He kissed me harder, pulling me close until I felt lost in his scent and taste.
"Khaion." His name is little more than a breathy rasp escaping my lips.
His eyes flickered open, one hand coming to cup my cheek.
"Beautiful," the whisper is a kiss unto itself.
