balls tightening as she trailed her fingertips up his hard length.
She chuckled. “It saves time on the clothes removal now.”
His own low laugh fell from him. “Speaking of which…” He flicked her body a glance and lowered his hands to the fly of the leather pants she wore.
“Tsk tsk.” She caught his wrists with her hands, and he stopped, lifting his gaze to meet her eyes. Had he over stepped?
She smiled, a playful mischief in her eyes he was already addicted to. “Let me.”
Her clothes vanished in a soft shimmer of light.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, taking in what she’d revealed to him.
She was gorgeous and sensual and feminine perfection. Toned and supple and so very womanly.
Fresh hunger flooded his body and his heart slammed up into his throat, taking more of her in. A tiny tattoo marked her right hipbone, its distinctive shape holding him mesmerized.
“Do you recognize it yet?”
There was a low tinkle of mirth in her question and he smiled at her. “A scythe. The instrument of the Reaper.”
His answer pleased her. He could tell. Her pupils dilated a fraction and her breath caught in her throat.
He leant forward, not sure why but wanting to catch that little hitching sound with his mouth. Her lips were soft under his and he smiled, dipping his tongue into her mouth in a quick exploration before pulling away from her slightly. Her moan of protest made him smile wider and he smoothed his hands up her bare back to fist one hand in her hair. Just in case she decided to take charge.
He may be playing with Death, but it was his game, his rules.
This time, at least.
“Undress me,” he requested on a low murmur.
“Okay,” she murmured back, a pure white glow flaring in her eyes for a split second. Without a word, or hint of hesitation, she hooked her fingers in his belt loops and pulled his jeans down over his hips. Cool air caressed his butt, his hips. The feel of denim sliding over his flushed skin sent a shiver through his body and his balls tightened, rising up closer to the root of his shaft.
He watched her face, not wanting to look elsewhere even as the desire to lower his gaze to her hands and watch her progress gnawed at his control.
She coaxed his jeans past his thighs, an unreadable expression on her face, until gravity claimed them and they slid to the floor, bunching at his feet. He shifted slightly, lifting one foot and then the other free, pushing the discarded item of clothing out of the way with a dismissive shove of his toes.
Kneeling on the sofa, her eyes on his, she hovered her hands above his bare hips. The heat from her palms kissed his flesh despite the lack of skin-to-skin contact and he swallowed, his pulse pounding.
She waited. Watching him. Hunger in her eyes.
He swallowed again.
Fuck, the building pressure in his groin was almost too much to bear now. What would it be like when her hands made contact with his hips?
What would it be like when she held his cock?
The thought sent another jolt of wet electricity through him and he clenched his jaw. “I can’t…”
Her blue eyes glinted white. “Can’t?”
“Wait much longer.”
His groan brought a tiny smile to her lips. She lifted her chin a fraction and placed her palm on his chest, directly above his heart, before sliding it—very slowly—over his own rock-hard nipple, down his ribcage, and under the hemline of his shirt.
Her fingertips touched his skin in a featherlight contact, and a soft gasp burst from him. What was it about her skin against his that undid him so much?
“I like how you react to me,” she said, her eyes shining white and she pressed her palm completely against his stomach, just below his navel.
He swallowed, his breath caught in his throat. Would she move her hand down? Or up?
With an ever-so-small grin, she slid her hand upward, inching his shirt further up his torso until his entire stomach was exposed.
His cock pulsed, denied attention but stimulated beyond comprehension all the same. Wordlessly, he stared into her face, his heartbeat kicking up a notch when she placed her other hand beside her first and, with a deliberately languid pace, slid his shirt up over his chest, over his head, and off his shoulders.
They faced each other. Naked. Almost touching. Their bodies so close he was sure he could feel her heartbeat vibrating through his chest, down into the pit