Page 142 of Deadly Betrayal
Immediately, he reversed their positions,rolling onto his back so he could cradle her against his chest. Hisheart dropping to his knees, he cupped her cheeks. “Shit. I shouldhave followed my first instinct.”
“No.” She shook her head and inhaled a raggedbreath.
“Honey, what’s going on? This isn’t areaction I usually get when I’m in bed with a woman.” He pushed herhips to the side so she wouldn’t be subjected to his straininghard-on. He’d be lucky if his new wife wasn’t traumatized forlife.
“When you got on top of me… I…” Her wordstapered off. She watched her fingers rake through his chesthairs.
He caught her hand. “You what?”
“I… I just never enjoyed… My memories of thisare not particularly good ones, and well, you are very… big. All ofa sudden, I could not breathe.”
At the encampment, she’d been okay, but thenhe’d been on his back. “And as we are now, are youcomfortable?”
She swirled the tip of her tongue around oneof his nipples. “Very much so.”
Kaden’s mind was a jumble of sexual positionsand acts as he tried to figure out which ones wouldn’t scare her.It seemed Azita had a need to be in control, or at least to be ontop. Not too surprising after the cold rutting she’d had to endureduring her two years of marriage to her first husband. The onlyissue was that Kaden had always been the dominant partner—in lifeand in bed.
He wasn’t into kink, far from it. In fact,although he’d joked about it earlier, he really enjoyed themissionary position and all its variants: horizontal, upright, legsup, legs down, legs around. He wasn’t old-fashioned or anything,but he did enjoy being on top and really got off on the extra bitof control it gave him. But he also really got off on watching hispartner’s reactions to his efforts. And now that he had Azita, hedidn’t want to miss even a second of seeing her come undone in hisarms. If she had to control things for a while, so be it. He couldadjust. He could do anything for her.
He threaded his fingers through her long,silky hair. The dark strands tickled his skin, igniting his nerveendings, until with a groan, he pulled her head up and kissed her.She opened up to him immediately, her tongue dueling with his.Azita’s small hands kneaded his shoulders as she pulled herself uphis body, her knees falling to the sides of his hips.
When she straddled his stomach and began torock, her heat and wetness branded his skin. She strained forwardin her effort to participate in their kiss. His hands went to herbreasts, the full mounds fitting his palms perfectly. She blew himaway.
Suddenly, she ended their kiss and sat up.Her hands crossed over her chest as her hair fell forward,obscuring her face. Why was she hiding? Kaden barely bit back agroan of frustration. He dropped his hands to the bed andwaited.
After several incredibly awkward moments, sheasked, “Can we turn off the light?”
His eyes flicked around the room. The onlylight he’d left on was a small one by the bed. Rather romanticactually. Didn’t women enjoy shit like that?
“Why?”
Still not looking at him, she said, “No manhas ever seen me naked.”
“Never? Not even a quick look?”
Lips pursed, she shook her head. He couldn’thide his surprise. Her husband had never wanted to see her nude?Sure, many Middle Eastern couples fumbled around in the dark, butto go two years without even accidentally catching glimpses of eachother? Yeah, he didn’t get that. With a woman like Azita, most menwould do anything to experience the full impact of her beauty.
Reaching up, he removed the few pins thatwere still caught in her hair, carelessly tossing them in thedirection of the nightstand. “Honey, you’re a gorgeous woman. Iwant…” His voice went thick with lust. He coughed to remove some ofits gravel. “I want to see you. All of you.”
He flipped her long hair behind hershoulders. “Watch,” he ordered.
With his fingertips, he lightly traced hercheekbones, her jaw, the length of her throat. Her eyelids dropped.Was she embarrassed?
“Open your eyes, honey. Watch how I’mtouching you. Look at my face.” He tilted her chin so their gazesmet. “See how much I’m enjoying it.”
Whatever she saw in his eyes caused her skinto turn a very pretty shade of pink. Her nipples on the other hand,turned a deep copper, like an old penny. Forcing himself to bepatient, he stroked lightly over her shoulders, her collarbones.When he trailed a finger down the valley between her breasts, sheshuddered. Goose bumps covered her arms, and he swore the blue ofher eyes darkened.
“Watch my hands,” he said. When she broke eyecontact, he allowed his fingers to circle her breasts, to feathertheir sensitive undersides. His cock strained as need flashed overhim, leaving him breathless. His tongue ached to follow the path ofhis fingers, to suckle the swollen peaks.Soon, he promisedhimself.
His fingers roved over her large areolas, nowpuckered with excitement. She moaned when he yet again avoidedtouching her nipples. Over and over, he teased her, loving eachsound she made, each shiver that told him exactly how much shecraved his touch.
“Please,” she begged. Beneath her spreadthighs, his belly was coated with her slick wetness.
He dipped a finger into it, then returned toher breasts to rub her natural lubrication onto her engorgednipples. He tweaked, pinched, and pulled the glistening nubs as hismouth watered to taste them.
When he squeezed a little harder, Azita’sbreath hitched and a fresh wash of moisture hit his stomach. Hergaze shot to his as she moaned and ground against him. Oh yes, hislittle Afghan treasure was enjoying this.
“You see how beautiful you are? How beautifulwe are together?” he asked.
