Sweet Rogue of Mine (The Survivors #9) - Shana Galen Page 0,72

away. He tipped her back then and moved his hands over her naked body, taking his time. Her skin was soft and hot. Her belly was flat and the curve from her waist to her hips slight. Her breasts were small but plump, the nipples hard and sensitive. She moaned when he brushed a hand over them. He could all but feel her ribs as he slid his hand over them, and he vowed to feed her more. Knowing her, she was always too distracted or daydreaming to remember to eat. Then he slid his hand down to the soft thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. “What color is this?” he asked as she shifted under his touch.

“Brown,” she said. “I told you I have brown hair.”

“As do I,” he said, moving over her so he could kiss the path he had just traced from her breasts to her belly.

“No,” she said, voice breathless. “Your hair is almost black. It’s very dark, while mine is a drab brown, not even a deep chestnut.”

He’d forgotten his hair was a dark brown, almost black. He hadn’t thought about it in a long time, so focused was he on his sight. “I couldn’t care less what your hair looks like,” he said. “I like the feel of it.” He stroked a hand over the pillow, feeling her soft hair there. “I like how smooth and straight it feels.”

“It is that,” she agreed. “It won’t hold a curl and comes right out of almost any style I put it into.”

“Sounds like the perfect hair for you. Stubborn and willful.”

She might have argued with him. He thought he heard the protest on her lips, but he dipped his mouth to her neck and then her breast, taking one of those small, hard nipples in his mouth. He had always enjoyed the sight of a woman’s breast. He liked touching them as well, but he’d never paid as much attention to the feel of a woman’s breast as he did now that he could not see Pru’s. Her nipple was not smooth but lightly textured. As he circled it with his tongue, it seemed to swell slightly, becoming thicker and plumper. The skin of her breast was incredibly soft, and he could feel how it tilted slightly upward, making his cock harden as he imagined how she must look with her body bared on his bed. She was moving beneath his touch, her body restless for more of him.

He slid down that body, kissing her belly with his lips then moving over to her hips, which were narrow and angular. He kissed down to her thigh and then over to the nest of curls. Gently, he parted her legs and moved to kiss her there.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice ragged with desire.

He paused. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, but it hadn’t crossed his mind that she might not have been introduced to all the pleasures he had in mind. “You haven’t done this before?” he asked.

“Done what?”

“No man has kissed you here?” He ran a hand over her sex, and she gasped in pleasure.

“No. There’s only been one man, and he never...did that.”

The idea that he would show her something new pleased him. She had shown him so many new things over the past weeks. “Then I had better show you.”

“But—”

His fingers slid over the slick folds between her legs, and she moaned again. He settled himself comfortably and parted her inner lips. Then, using his tongue he learned the shape of her, teasing and tasting her until he found the places that made her moan the loudest. He was dizzy from the heady taste of her and the scent of her arousal.

Her breathing had grown more rapid and her breaths came short and ragged as he teased at the nub hidden among her folds. She moaned, and that just encouraged him. His hands were on her inner thighs, and he could feel the way her entire body trembled with anticipation and need. He wanted this to be good for her, to be the best she’d ever had. He slowed his caresses, spreading her wider, exploring her thoroughly before returning to that lightly pulsing nub.

“Please,” she moaned.

Begging? He liked the rasp of her voice and the blatant carnality he heard in it.

“Nash.”

“Hmm-mmm.” He flicked at her and she cried out. She was so close to the edge. He could feel her balancing on the precipice, ready to tumble over