The Lasaran (Aldebarian Alliance #1) - Dianne Duvall Page 0,68

your belly is round and full with my child, your breasts plumper so you can feed her, arouses me so much I could practically spill my seed where I stand just from staring at you.”

She raised her eyes and met his. “That’s so hot,” she whispered.

He jerked his head to one side. “Get in the shower.”

Hell yes. All self-consciousness forgotten, Lisa stepped into the bathtub-shower combo.

Taelon followed, then yanked the curtain closed.

Steam rose around them as water sprayed from the standard shower fixture. They took turns standing beneath the wondrous, warm spray. Then Taelon turned Lisa away from him.

Her pulse picked up. Did he plan to take her from behind? She wouldn’t have thought him capable of sex with those wounds and his pallor, but the hard length poking her in the back implied otherwise.

Taelon reached past her, grabbed the tiny bottle of shampoo, and applied some to her hair.

She smiled, uncertain whether she felt disappointed or touched as he proceeded to wash her hair for her, massaging her scalp in a way that loosened the tight muscles in her shoulders and drew a moan of pleasure from her.

He rinsed her hair when finished, careful not to get any soap in her eyes. Then he reached for the soap.

Again her pulse picked up when he settled his hands on her shoulders, keeping her back to him. After a brief massage that loosened her muscles even more, he drew his hands down her arms, leaving a sudsy trail behind as he caressed her. He twined his fingers through hers when he reached them, sliding them in and out in a way that made her body go liquid.

Her heart began to beat faster.

He trailed his hands up her arms, then down her back, rubbing every tense muscle until she was languid and relaxed despite her rapid pulse.

He reached for the soap again. Lisa waited with bated breath as he lathered his hands.

What would he touch next?

He slipped those large hands of his under her arms and cupped her tummy. His lips brushed her neck, his warm breath making her tingle as he smoothed his hands over her big belly. She tilted her head to one side to give him greater access.

He kissed the sensitive skin beneath her ear, nipped it with his teeth.

He palmed one of her breasts, teased the hard peak with his long fingers while he trailed his other hand down her belly and slid his fingers into the dark curls below.

Lisa gasped and reached up to loop a hand around the nape of his neck.

He moved closer, pressing his front to her back, trapping his hard length between them as he began to stroke her between her legs.

She moaned, pressing her hips forward as he found her clit, rubbing, circling, plucking, each touch sending fire dancing through her veins and ratcheting up her need. She reached back with her other hand and gripped his thigh, holding on as she arched into his hand, his fingers. Those talented fingers that knew just what she wanted. Needed. So good. Her breath quickened. His did, too.

He stroked her faster, kneaded her breast, luring moans from her. Then he pinched her nipple at the same time he applied more pressure to her clit and nipped her neck.

A climax slammed through her.

Lisa cried out, tightening her hold on him as she bucked against his hand and rode out the pleasure until her legs weakened.

Taelon wrapped his arms around Lisa and held her tight, keeping her upright when her legs buckled. His heart slammed against his battered ribs. His chest and abdomen felt like they were on fire, the water burning the ugly wounds like acid, the pressure of Lisa’s body increasing the pain. But it was worth it.

It was so worth it.

She lowered the hand she’d buried in his hair and patted his arm.

Taelon reluctantly released her so she could turn toward him.

Her pretty face was flushed with pleasure, her dark hair slicked back. Moisture beaded on her eyelashes, clumping them together as she gazed up at him with warm brown eyes.

She reached for the soap, lathered up her hands, and returned the bar to the shelf. “Now you,” she said, her full lips curling up in a smile. She lowered her gaze to his chest as she reached toward him. Her smile faltered. “For a moment, I forgot…”

His wounds. She’d forgotten his wounds while he’d stroked her and now didn’t know how she could touch him and bring him the same pleasure without