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Authors: Elizabeth Vaughan
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and I want you.”
“Atira,” Heath’s whisper was a breath on her cheek. “Tomorrow . . .”
“Who can say what tomorrow will bring?” Atira asked, then pressed her lips to his.
For a moment, she feared he’d resist her or push her away. But then his lips opened under hers.
“I want you,” Heath groaned.
“You have me,” Atira said, pressing as close as armor allowed.
“No, I don’t,” Heath said. “But if I can’t have you, I can have this night . . . this memory.” He claimed her mouth then, a kiss that seared her soul. Atira gasped against his lips as he crushed her in his arms. “You’ll not forget this night, my lady.”
CHAPTER 9
GODS, HE WANTED TO RESIST HER. HE’D THOUGHT to say no, to refuse to have sex with her. But more than anything, he wanted her to want him. And only him.
One last time. One chance to make her his. After that . . .
To hell with ‘after.’ All he really had was now.
He crushed her in his arms, kissing her, and curled his hand up into her hair, pulling it loose of its bun. As desperate as he was, he forced himself to slow down, easing up on his hold. He concentrated on Atira’s mouth, all its textures and tastes. He felt her sigh, felt her arms go around him, felt her warm hands spread out to caress his upper back.
Heath moaned softly, drawing her closer, letting his hands drift down to cup her ass. Atira bucked into his groin and groaned into his mouth. “Heath . . .” she whispered.
Heath broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck. They both breathed deeply, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Atira broke the silence first. “Want this. So much. Your arms, your mouth. Heath, I just want you.”
Heath drew a breath. “You have me.”
“Want more.” Atira reached for the bottom of his chain shirt.
Armor melted away, weapons carefully placed within reach, as they took their time to stroke and caress each other’s skin. When they were finally naked, Atira lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, which brought more of her skin in contact with his. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, almost purring.
Heath hummed in satisfaction and brought his hand up to caress one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened against his palm. Atira melted against him, pressing herself closer, spreading her legs. Heath used his free hand to pull her close and let her feel the extent of his desire.
Atira gasped at the contact.
Heath chuckled and pulled back slightly. “Perhaps I should stop?”
“Skies, no.” Atira tightened her grip on his neck. “Feels so good.” She drew in a ragged breath. “Please, Heath.” She moved closer, trying to rub against him.
“Not yet,” Heath murmured. He pulled back slightly, letting his hands rest on the upper swell of Atira’s ass, using his thumbs to brush lightly at the base of her spine.
“Please.” Atira lowered one hand and reached for him, to take him in.
Heath turned her in his arms and wrapped one strong arm around her chest. With his other hand, he reached down and circled her heat with a gentle touch. Atira moaned and arched back, pushing against Heath’s hardness.
Heath nuzzled the spot behind Atira’s ear and started to play with her nipples. “I love that I can do this to you. That my touch affects you this way.”
Atira leaned back against him, rubbing her ass against his groin. She covered his hand with her own, trying to increase the pressure. “Please, Heath. I want—”
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“Skies, please, stroke me again. Here.” Atira took his hand and guided it down to her depths.
With a gentle touch, Heath grasped her wrists, pinning them against her body. Attira struggled, but Heath tightened his grip. “My way, my beloved.”
Atira put her head back and moaned.
Heath allowed his touch to deepen as his fingers explored her. Atira jerked her hips, trembling in his arms. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs. “Deeper, lover. Go deeper.”
Heath
“Atira,” Heath’s whisper was a breath on her cheek. “Tomorrow . . .”
“Who can say what tomorrow will bring?” Atira asked, then pressed her lips to his.
For a moment, she feared he’d resist her or push her away. But then his lips opened under hers.
“I want you,” Heath groaned.
“You have me,” Atira said, pressing as close as armor allowed.
“No, I don’t,” Heath said. “But if I can’t have you, I can have this night . . . this memory.” He claimed her mouth then, a kiss that seared her soul. Atira gasped against his lips as he crushed her in his arms. “You’ll not forget this night, my lady.”
CHAPTER 9
GODS, HE WANTED TO RESIST HER. HE’D THOUGHT to say no, to refuse to have sex with her. But more than anything, he wanted her to want him. And only him.
One last time. One chance to make her his. After that . . .
To hell with ‘after.’ All he really had was now.
He crushed her in his arms, kissing her, and curled his hand up into her hair, pulling it loose of its bun. As desperate as he was, he forced himself to slow down, easing up on his hold. He concentrated on Atira’s mouth, all its textures and tastes. He felt her sigh, felt her arms go around him, felt her warm hands spread out to caress his upper back.
Heath moaned softly, drawing her closer, letting his hands drift down to cup her ass. Atira bucked into his groin and groaned into his mouth. “Heath . . .” she whispered.
Heath broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck. They both breathed deeply, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Atira broke the silence first. “Want this. So much. Your arms, your mouth. Heath, I just want you.”
Heath drew a breath. “You have me.”
“Want more.” Atira reached for the bottom of his chain shirt.
Armor melted away, weapons carefully placed within reach, as they took their time to stroke and caress each other’s skin. When they were finally naked, Atira lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, which brought more of her skin in contact with his. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, almost purring.
Heath hummed in satisfaction and brought his hand up to caress one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened against his palm. Atira melted against him, pressing herself closer, spreading her legs. Heath used his free hand to pull her close and let her feel the extent of his desire.
Atira gasped at the contact.
Heath chuckled and pulled back slightly. “Perhaps I should stop?”
“Skies, no.” Atira tightened her grip on his neck. “Feels so good.” She drew in a ragged breath. “Please, Heath.” She moved closer, trying to rub against him.
“Not yet,” Heath murmured. He pulled back slightly, letting his hands rest on the upper swell of Atira’s ass, using his thumbs to brush lightly at the base of her spine.
“Please.” Atira lowered one hand and reached for him, to take him in.
Heath turned her in his arms and wrapped one strong arm around her chest. With his other hand, he reached down and circled her heat with a gentle touch. Atira moaned and arched back, pushing against Heath’s hardness.
Heath nuzzled the spot behind Atira’s ear and started to play with her nipples. “I love that I can do this to you. That my touch affects you this way.”
Atira leaned back against him, rubbing her ass against his groin. She covered his hand with her own, trying to increase the pressure. “Please, Heath. I want—”
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“Skies, please, stroke me again. Here.” Atira took his hand and guided it down to her depths.
With a gentle touch, Heath grasped her wrists, pinning them against her body. Attira struggled, but Heath tightened his grip. “My way, my beloved.”
Atira put her head back and moaned.
Heath allowed his touch to deepen as his fingers explored her. Atira jerked her hips, trembling in his arms. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs. “Deeper, lover. Go deeper.”
Heath
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