Forever The World of Nightwalkers - By Jacquelyn Frank Page 0,85

only as far as standing at her feet, putting his hands on her thighs and pulling her back up onto her knees, her hands scrambling to press into the bed for balance. Then he was pushing her skirt up over her thighs and backside, exposing her to the cool air of the room and making her realize just how hot her body was. He pulled her all the way back to the edge of the mattress, until her rear was pressed against his hips and the stellar erection he’d come up with. More than a little impressed with his recovery time, she turned her shoulders to look back at him, but a hand on the back of her head gently prevented her from doing so.

“I-I just think you should know … I don’t, umm, respond well to this position.” She was blushing again, wanting to hide her face against the mattress but unable to reconcile herself with the wanton position of having her ass in the air and pointed in his direction.

“I think you should know that I don’t believe that for a second. It’s not the position, hummingbird. It’s the vulnerability you don’t respond well to. But I’m going to teach you that being vulnerable can be a very good thing.”

With that pronouncement, his hand slid between her legs once more, his fingers raking boldly through damp nether curls, on over a hypervigilant clit, pausing just long enough to acknowledge he knew exactly where it was and circling it as if with a promise to return later. He narrowed his stroke to two fingers, passing over the tender nerves at the entrance to her body and continuing to sweep back and up along the seam of her backside until he touched the tip of her tailbone.

Again, so deliciously naughty, so much hinting at the forbidden, and she realized she was eating up every sensation and every moment, eager to see what he was going to do next. What he did was trace right back the way he had come and those two fingers slid true and deep inside of her. She sucked in a breath and he chuckled softly.

“No, you don’t respond well at all,” he said, teasing her with his touch as well as his words.

“Shh!” she shot back at him. “I’m trying to concentrate here.”

“Then I’m doing something wrong,” he said with a laugh, his free hand giving her exposed backside a little spank.

But when she would have protested once again that he was barking up the wrong tree with that, he curled those fingers inside her, massaging her deeply and stealing any ability to speak from her.

“Yeah, you know what, I think I need a more practical application of technique to test this out,” he said, the words muttered, almost distracted. He withdrew from inside her, but before she could even miss him he was back up against her. She could feel the brace of his powerful thighs against the backs of hers, and looking over her shoulder just as he set himself to thrust into her she got the image of fierce virility and commanding male. His hands were suntanned to a light bronze and she saw them gripping the paleness of her hips. She cried out, unable to help the response, the sensation of him filling her like nothing she remembered from her previou expression on his face their ihlys and awkward attempts at the position they were in. But how? What was different? It shouldn’t be …

“I can hear those wheels turning from here,” he said with amusement. “Maybe this never worked for you before because you kept on thinking too much.”

“Isn’t it your job to keep me from doing that?” she asked, finding herself panting for breath as a wave of indescribable pleasure washed through her. Then, as if he weren’t at all satisfied with her retort, clever though it might have been, he reached between them and found her clit, beginning to circle it slowly with every equally slow thrust inside of her.

“Oh my g—” She gasped, cutting herself off when he suddenly hilted hard into her, the smack of flesh on flesh filling the dark room, only the spill of light from the outer suite allowing her to see him. According to Max though, he would have perfect vision in the dark. Which made sense, considering they were a night breed or night something-or-other. She wasn’t in her right mind enough to remember what it was called. She moaned long