“I like teaching you things. I had centuries to prepare for my woman. Carpathian males believe in being prepared. It is up to us to make sex good for our lifemate so we study. We acquire knowledge. We learn. We need things to occupy our minds, so although we do not feel, we study.”
She made a face. “Are you telling me you’ve been a hound dog for centuries? Because I really don’t want to hear that.”
“No, csitri, I am telling you I studied an art and I acquired as much information about it as possible so I could please you. I told you, more than once, I cannot feel anything for another woman.”
She found herself very happy with that. And she liked the idea that he’d acquired a great deal of knowledge just for her.
He leaned down and kissed her throat. His hand moved and her shirt and panties were gone, just like that. She thought that particular gift wasn’t just magical, it was way practical. His hand came up to her breast, cupping the soft, slight weight, finger and thumb strumming gently on her nipple, sending another shiver through her body. Then he was grasping, tugging and rolling, and her veins turned hot and molten. The breath left her lungs in a mad rush and another sound escaped—another soft moan.
“Are you wet for me?” he murmured against her collarbone.
She swallowed hard. She wasn’t just wet, she was very wet. If he kept using his fingers and tongue and teeth like that, she’d be soaked.
“Yes.” She could barely get the word out. “For you.”
He kissed her again. Long. Hard. Amazing. Perfect. When he lifted his head, his eyes glittered, dark with passion.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
It was her only warning and then he was up with her cradled in his arms and floating them across the cave straight to the bed. She loved the feeling of moving through the air, clinging to him, holding him close. Neither wore clothes, and this time, she wanted to see him, to touch him. She’d been shy before and she still was a little intimidated, but he belonged to her. He made that very clear and she felt it was true with every breath she took.
She felt the mattress at her back, her legs and arms sprawled out, and before she could move, he was on her, blanketing her. He was big and his weight should have suffocated her, but she only felt his hard, strong body over hers. His heat. His muscles. His very heavy erection. That sent another rush of dampness to the junction of her legs.
“I love that you are ready for me. I love that my woman welcomes me.”
“You kissed me,” she pointed out.
His hands framed either side of her head. His blue eyes drifted over her face, his gaze hot. Intense. Possessive. Filled with lust. Oh. My. God. So blue she was reminded of the deepest arctic sea. Another rush of liquid. Her heart stuttered.
“Is that all it takes?”
“From you, yes.” She was honest. “You get the same results looking at me. Or touching me. Holding my hand can do it. Just standing there looking gorgeous could—”
He kissed her, cutting her off. She was quite happy that he did. His fingers found hers, threaded through them and stretched her arms out on either side of her head as he kissed her until she forgot how to breathe without him. Until her body was on fire and there was no one else in the world but the two of them.
He kissed his way down to her chin and then was at her ear, teeth tugging on her earlobe before following a path along her collarbone. She had to gasp, to find a way for her lungs to work, her hands straining against his, wanting to feel him. Touch him.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered.
He transferred both hands to one of his, keeping her arms stretched above her head, this time pinning both wrists to the mattress.
“Was I supposed to be fair about something?” he asked. “I am of the ancient world, not the modern world.”
He was teasing her. Tormenting and teasing. She squirmed beneath him, but his body had her just as firmly pinned as his hand did.
“Andre.” She gasped his name on one of those rare moments she could find air.
He pressed kisses down the slight slope of her breast and nuzzled her nipple. His tongue stroked. She felt the edge of his teeth. Her body nearly convulsed with pleasure.
“I need you in me.”
“You will get me.” His voice was lazy. Sexy.
He didn’t look up, he was busy at her breasts, using his tongue, his teeth and his clever, wicked fingers. His mouth closed over her left breast and he suckled strongly.
“Andre.” She cried out his name, arching into him. Her head went back, thrashing on the pillow.
“I love to hear my name when you get close. You are close. I feel it. I have not yet entered your body and you are already close.” There was satisfaction in his voice. “I want you to give this to me, sivamet. I need this.”