His face got close to mine so his eyes were all I could see and when his mouth moved, I could almost feel it against my lips.
“Kah Lahn, ” he growled again.
I glared into his eyes and whispered furiously, “Never. ”
“Oh no, Circe, not never. Boh,” he returned quietly, his head slanted and I swear to God, he intended to kiss me.
Before his lips could touch mine, my hands pressed down on his shoulders and I heaved myself upward, sliding up the pillows.
This was a mistake. My nightgown was loosened and it slid down, exposing my breasts and my heave had taken that area right into the target zone of his mouth.
And being Lahn, he didn’t miss the opportunity. His hand left my jaw, curved under my breast and lifted it as his other arm pushed under me, locked around me and then his mouth closed over my nipple where he instantly sucked hard.
Automatically, my back arched.
Oh man, that felt good. Fire shot through me and before I knew what I was doing, the fingers on both hands curled around his head.
Damn, no, no, he didn’t get to do this.
My fingers fisted in his loosened hair and pulled back.
“No,” I whispered, he stopped sucking but only so his tongue could swirl and it was debatable but I was thinking that felt better.
Then I was wondering what on earth I was thinking. “No!” I cried, he started sucking again and I felt a curl of excitement in my belly and wetness surge between my legs.
Crap!
As he continued to draw my nipple in (and alternately swirl), I squirmed under him and his hand left my breast, trailed down my ribs, my belly and then in and I felt his finger fill me.
Oh God, I liked that. Shit, but I liked that.
His mouth released my nipple, his arm around me yanked me down under him but his finger stayed planted and his thumb tweaked my clit.
My hips jerked.
“My Circe,” he said, his voice low and thick, “wet.”
I was thinking it was not good he could pick up languages so easily. I was thinking it sucked.
I held onto my fight and snapped, “You don’t get this, kah Dax.”
“I do,” he returned, my eyes narrowed and with everything I had, I bent my legs, planted my feet in the bed, surged my hips up and pushed at his shoulders, succeeding in bucking him off, taking him
to his back and then I was straddling him, bent over, looking down in his annoyingly beautiful face which was surrounded by his unbelievably fantastic fucking hair.
“You don’t! ” I yelled, his torso knifed up and his arm still around me locked tight.
Uh-oh. Clearly I hadn’t thought my strategy through.
He looked up into my eyes and I saw his were burning but there was a light in them, it was bright and if I read it right, it was permeated with both humor and triumph.
“She bares her claws,” he muttered and I knew he liked it.
Yep, humor and triumph.
“Argh! ” I cried on another heave to get away but there was no getting away.
Nope. None.
And my battle was about to get a lot more difficult. I knew this when his hand still between my legs moved to wrap around his cock and his arm around me moved me so he could slide the tip of it in the wetness between my legs.
I bit my lip. That felt nice and I knew it felt a whole lot nicer when his shaft was embedded deep inside.
And I wanted it.
“Kah Lahn.” His words were an order for me to repeat it, his voice was growing even deeper, getting rough.
He wanted inside.
Oh God, I liked that too.
“No,” I denied and the tip of his cock slid over my clit.
My hips jerked again.
Lahn smiled.
God! He was so annoying!
