He had known this would happen. Had known the memories would begin returning once he had her in his bed. How was he supposed to protect her from those?
“I can kick ass.” She stared back at him somberly. “I trained, Seth. I know what I’m doing. I kept him from hurting me.”
She kept him from raping her. He heard her unspoken words.
“I watched your training vids,” he revealed. “I know you can kick ass, Dawn. You kick righteous ass, babe.”
And she did. She was small and light, but she could turn the most hardened Breed Enforcers into pretzels as she moved around them.
“You watch too many vids of me,” she whispered. “Don’t watch vids, Seth. Watch me.”
“No more vids.”
He lowered his head. He couldn’t resist her lips. She had been biting at them; they were red and luscious and he wanted to soothe them. He rubbed his lips against hers, licked at them.
“Shower sex again?” She smiled against his lips.
He stared into her eyes. “I’m hungry for you. Now, Dawn.”
Her hand lifted and speared through the wet strands of his hair as she pulled his mouth back to hers.
“Here I am,” she murmured against his lips. “All yours, Seth. I’m all yours.”
CHAPTER 18
The fear was burning in her stomach, nearly as hot as the arousal, tearing at her control and the memories she had contained for so many years. Dawn didn’t want to face them. She didn’t want to face the pain and the horror, the helplessness she knew she would have felt. She didn’t want to feel that, ever again. She just wanted to feel this. Seth’s hands as they roamed over her wet body, sliding and heating, stealing her mind from the fears and the shifting shadows of pain and turning it to pleasure instead.
Kissing Seth was like kissing sunlight. The same heat, the same blinding acceptance and wash of joy moved through her as it did when the sunlight touched her face. In the past days, experiencing passion in his arms had opened a world for her that she had never known existed. A world she never wanted to lose.
“You’re still dressed.” She dragged her lips back from his long enough to pull at the sodden shirt. Curled against him as she was, she could feel every inch of his chest along the side of her body, every beat of his heart.
He ignored her little protest. His hands cupped her head as he drew it back once more, his lips covering hers, his tongue pressing into her mouth to tangle with hers. As he rubbed against the swollen glands beneath her tongue, Dawn felt the hormone that built there flowing free. He lapped it up. A low, throbbing growl left his lips as he teased her tongue to his mouth, then suckled at it. Sweetly, seductively, stealing the hormone and letting it course through his body as she came to her knees, turning to him, desperate to give him more. She needed to bind him to her, if only in this way. Any way. That instinctive, animal part of her fought to make certain there was no part of Seth Lawrence that didn’t belong to her. Make certain he could never again forget the strength of his hunger for her and touch another woman. He was hers. She was his. She was so totally his that at times she wondered if she could survive without him now.
“Don’t think, Dawn.” He pulled back from the kiss, only to run his lips down her neck as his hands cupped her br**sts.
They were so sensitive. The mounds were hard and swollen, desperate for his touch. Her ni**les were pebble hard, extending toward him, aching for his mouth.
Dawn shook her head, her hands pulling at his shirt as his lips covered one of the hard, too-sensitive peaks and drew it into his mouth.
Instant, ecstatic pleasure tore through her. She felt his tongue flaying the hardened flesh, his mouth
suckling her. Deep. The pressure a pleasure-pain, as a half mewl, half purr escaped her throat. Her fingers tightened in his hair as her womb clenched, spasmed. Between her thighs she could feel the moisture gathering, easing from her pu**y to coat the swollen folds that parted in anticipation of his touch.
“Touch me.” She needed his touch. She needed his hands stroking all of her, his fingers delving into her. And she needed to touch him.
Dawn knelt between his thighs, between his knees, feeling his lips pulling at her ni**les, his tongue raking across them, and she let herself fly.
She couldn’t think when she was in his arms, she could only feel.
“Purring for me?” He dragged his lips back, his breathing harsh as his hands gripped her hips and he forced her to her feet. “Grab the metal rings, Dawn. Hold on tight.”
The metal rings were two towel holders hanging out of the way of the water. Her hands latched onto them as he turned her, then rose before her.
He stripped quickly. The sodden clothes were tossed to the corner of the shower and his erection stood out from his body, flushed dark, the veins pulsing beneath the flesh. Bronze flesh rippled over hard muscle as he moved to her again, his lips tasting hers, his tongue stroking over hers, tasting the last remnants of the heat spilling from her tongue. His hands caressed as he tasted, skimming down her sides, over her hips, parting her thighs.
“I want to taste you.” He reached up and readjusted the fall of water until it cascaded around them rather than over them. “I want my tongue inside you, licking all your sweet cream. Feeling it on my tongue, against my lips.”
She nearly lost her breath at the look of sensuality on his face. Her hands tightened on the rings as he slowly went to his knees once again.