Lover Uncloaked (Stealth Guardians #1) - By Unknown Page 0,50
want to talk anymore,” she whispered. “I just want to forget everything that’s happened.”
“There’s no way to make you forget. I don’t have those kinds of powers.”
“Just for a while,” she begged.
“I wish I could help you.” He pressed another soft kiss on her hair, but this time she turned her head toward him.
Even in the dark, he could see her eyes study him. When her lips moved, her breath ghosted against his face. Without thinking, he moved his head closer to hers. Her lashed fluttered.
“We shouldn’t,” he murmured even as his lips hovered less than an inch over hers.
“But it feels so good.”
Aiden slid his lips over hers, even though he knew it was wrong. Somewhere in the Stealth Guardian rule book it was written, but for some reason, the rules didn’t mean anything to him at that moment.
Perhaps this was how Manus seduced his charges: with sweet words and tender caresses. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear involved no deception, because the things he wanted to tell her felt real, good, and right.
She sighed and relaxed against him, her lips parting under his. He only gave her the softest of kisses, before he withdrew.
“Leila, do you remember what you did earlier tonight when you were in your own bed?”
A gasp escaped her, but she didn’t move away from him. “Yes.”
“It was beautiful watching you.”
He planted kisses along the graceful column of her neck. Then he allowed his hand to move. His fingers found the waistband of her PJs and slipped underneath.
“I wanted to join in earlier. You excite me.” In snail’s pace, his hand traveled lower. “Let me pleasure you now. Say yes,” he urged as his fingers dove lower and delved into the nest of curls guarding her sex.
“Aiden. . . ” she stammered at the same time as her hips tilted toward his hand.
“Say yes, and I’ll help you forget.”
Just like he needed to forget what danger she’d escaped tonight. Only feeling her shudder in his arms would make him forget. What he wanted to confess only moments earlier was forgotten.
“Yes, forget,” she repeated.
He didn’t lose a second in capturing her lips and searing them with a passionate kiss. He turned her on her back and stroked his fingers against her moist cleft, nearly lifting her off the bed in the process.
“Easy, baby,” he cautioned. “I’ll give you what you need.”
His moist finger trailed upwards and met with her engorged clit. He circled it, then stroked over it lightly.
“Oh!”
He didn’t dare switch on the light. Under cover of darkness, she seemed to feel safe with him. At least his superior night vision gave him a glimpse of the aroused expression on her face without her being aware of it.
“Did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself earlier?”
Aiden swiped his thumb over her sensitive flesh and moved his finger lower to where moisture oozed from her.
“Tell me.” He underscored his demand by sliding one thick finger into her tight channel.
She pushed against his hand, taking him deep. “Yes,” she admitted finally. “I was thinking about you.”
“Tell me more.”
He heard her swallow hard as if she was embarrassed to tell him. But he knew how to coax those words from her. His thumb worked harder, painting small circles over her clit, stroking her with more pressure, increasing his tempo.
“Now, baby, tell me.”
“I imagined you touching me, like this . . . and your mouth on me.”
God, yes, he wanted that, wanted to eat her beautiful pussy and drink her nectar. “You want my mouth on your pussy?”
He thrust his finger deeper into her, fucking her in earnest now. In and out while his thumb stroked her clit without interruption.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Good, because when we’re done here, when I’ve made you come with my fingers, I’ll have you come in my mouth.”
“Oh, God!”
“Was there anything else you were fantasizing about?” Would she want his cock in her? Would she want him to ride her hard until she collapsed underneath him?
Her breath hitched. “I . . . I want . . . ” Harsh breathing turned her sentence into a list of single words.
“What, Leila, what do you want?” He needed to know.
“Your . . . your cock . . . inside . . . ” Her voice died as her body tensed.
“Aiden!”
Shock made him still his movements. The voice that had called for him wasn’t Leila’s. And it hadn’t come from within the room.
“Aiden!”
“Shit!” he hissed when he recognized Manus’s voice.