Page 55 of Blood Bearon
Between them, the towel came undone all on its own and slipped to the ground, completely unnoticed by either of them.
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Logic and reason abandoned her as Rachel gave in to temptation.
Grabbing frantically at his head, pulling him in tight, she barely noticed when he lifted her clear of the ground. Like a play toy in his arms, she gasped when he shoved her up against the wall, dislodging the painting she’d been studying a moment ago.
His mouth found her neck, causing Rachel to cry out as he bit down, rolling skin between his teeth. Electricity shot down her right side, shivers following while she moaned in pleasure at the arousing mixture of pain. Beneath the clothing, her nipples hardened, every movement drawing sparks.
“I don’t know if this is a smart idea,” she gasped, legs wrapped around his naked waist, forced to speak between hungry, frantic lockings of their lips.
“Me neither,” he admitted, sounding short of breath. “Should we stop?”
“Absolutely.” She kept kissing him, digging fingers deep into his shoulder, drawing a groan. “I barely know you.”
“I know. We just met. This is crazy, right?” Khove said, one hand sliding up her shirt.
Nodding, she clumsily stripped the shirt off, no easy feat while she hung on to his neck with one hand. They worked together to free her. She regretted not wearing a regular bra, but a sports bra was the best thing while on duty.
“Don’t you dare rip it,” she admonished as he gripped the front in one hand.
Khove paused, the most innocent, stunned look on his face. That was exactly what he’d been about to do.
“Okay fine,” he said, setting her down and pulling it over her head before she could sputter another word. “How’s that?”
Rachel nodded, the motion jerky. “Better. Much better.”
He kissed his way rapidly down her neck and along the exposed skin of her chest, before his tongue flicked out and around one hardened nub, then the other, pulling her nipples gently to their most erect. Each warm, wet caress triggered a fresh pulse from between her legs. Rachel wasverysensitive, and loved having her breasts played with.
Khove picked up on this quite immediately. If her physical reaction didn’t give it away, the soft moans and whimpers she couldn’t hold back would have clued him in. Her fingers dug deep lines into his back, feeling the muscle of his taut frame.
While he bent to give her attention, Rachel remembered that Khove was already naked. How something like that slipped her mind she wasn’t sure but—
“Mmm,” she moaned, holding on as a stronger tremor rocked her body as Khoveverygently used his teeth. She loved that sensation.
Despite his nakedness, however, Khove’s sheer height meant he had to bend far over to be able to reach her chest, and even her questing fingertips couldn’t quite reach far enough.
“Not fair,” she growled, not impressed at being denied her ability to play.
“What?” Khove looked up.
Rachel smiled, grabbed his head in both hands and turned, pushing Khove back up against the wall. Resting one forearm on his chest to keep him there, she stared up at his face, watching every tic and twitch while dragging her fingers slowly up the inside of his left leg until…
Khove hissed as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the pulse of blood within.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered, shocked at the firmness she was feeling.
“You seem to have that effect on me,” Khove replied in a strangled voice, unable to focus much outside of her long, slow strokes.
“Are you complaining?” she admonished sweetly, slipping her palm down the underside so she could cup his sack.
“No, not at all,” he replied. “Not as long as you don’t stop.”
Grinning at the tension in his features, Rachel leaned in and kissed his chest, careful to avoid the welts where he’d been cut—damn his fast healing!
“Are you sure?”
Khove kept nodding. “Very. Positive.”
