Lover Uncloaked (Stealth Guardians #1) - By Unknown Page 0,74
the desire in her eyes, but he saw it nevertheless. “Did you watch the entire time?”
Aiden lowered his head and captured one nipple between his lips, licking it slowly, then releasing it. “Yes, I watched every second of it. And I wished all the while that those were my hands touching you.” When he kissed her other nipple, she moaned, tossing her head back and arching into his mouth.
Leila’s fingers slid over his torso, leaving trails of fire as hot as lava in their wake. He was burning up and would combust into a raging fireball if he didn’t make love to her soon.
“Undress me,” he ordered as he unsnapped the button of her jeans and pulled her zipper down.
She followed his command and did the same to him, but when she lowered the zipper, her hand brushed his hard flesh, and the contact sent a flame of lust through his entire body.
He closed his eyes and hissed out a breath of air. “Fuck, baby!”
“Like that?” she purred.
He gazed at her. When had she suddenly turned into a temptress? “Exactly like that.”
He helped her shimmy out of her pants and drop them to the floor. She wore no panties—there had been no time to search for any in her burning apartment. As he tossed off his shoes, Leila pushed his pants past his hips, her hands catching in his boxer briefs, pulling them down as well. Cool air hit his cock as it jutted out, hard and heavy, curving upwards in its rigidity.
When he was naked in front of her, he drew her back into his embrace, his shaft pressing against her stomach.
Not wanting to waste another minute, he lifted her into the shower with him and turned on the water. At first it ran cold, but he was glad for it, his body so overheated, he welcomed the cooling effect the water had on him.
He reached for the liquid soap and lathered his hand when she stopped him.
“Let me do that.”
He could have never imagined how exciting it would be to be touched by a woman’s soapy hands as they stroked over his torso, lathering his skin in thick foam, her hands gliding smoothly over him. When her fingers caught on his nipples, he let out a low moan. He hadn’t realized that they would be as sensitive as he imagined hers to be. But before he could concentrate on that sensation, her hands moved south.
“Oh, God, Leila!” he ground out.
***
His moaned words gave her courage to proceed as she dipped her hands into the dark nest of curls that surrounded his erection. She’d never seen a man so well endowed. And the thought of feeling this, him, inside her soon, made her toss all her inhibitions in the wind.
His body was perfect: his torso sculpted with hard muscles, a scar here and there, but otherwise as beautiful as a marble statue. And lower, where her soap-covered hands now roamed, male perfection greeted her. His shaft stood upright in the midst of his dark hair, and below, his balls had pulled tight. She ran one hand along the veined flesh, feeling its soft skin, covering the iron-hard rod beneath.
Aiden leaned backwards against the tile wall. “Leila, you don’t have to . . . ”
His voice died when she wrapped her hand around him and slipped down all the way to the base. The thought that this powerful warrior, this immortal, turned to putty in her hands, excited her. It made her feel strong and powerful herself, as if she were feeding off his power.
With slow strokes she continued to wash him, her other hand reaching for the sac below. As she cradled it in her palm, she felt a shudder go through him.
His voice hoarse, he commanded, “You have to stop, Leila.”
“I don’t want to.” Touching him gave her more pleasure than touching any other man ever had.
A firm grip around her wrist arrested her movement and prevented her from sliding down his length once more.
“I believe I promised you’d enjoy the shower, but you’re not giving me a chance,” he said as he bent his head to her neck and planted kisses alongside it. “I want to pleasure you.”
He turned them to the side, allowing the water to run between them, sluicing the soap from his body and rinsing him clean. Suddenly she found herself pressed against the tile wall with his mouth on her breasts, his hands encircling her wrists, holding them to her sides.