Scarred Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance #7) - Brenda Trim Page 0,88

open-mouthed kisses on his neck and he squeezed the firm globe in his hand. The pleasure threatened to kill him, but what a way to go.

She lifted her head and he saw the pink flush that rode high on her cheeks, her lips were red and kiss-swollen and her eyes were glowing pools of green. She was a stunning vision who had on far too many clothes at the moment.

Her abdomen felt like fire where he gripped her sweater. She gasped as he whipped it over her head in the next breath. He took her silence as consent to continue and slid his hands up her bare back. He was astonished that touching her so intimately could feel so indescribably good.

He didn’t recall feeling this with Evanna and was grateful. Shae was an altogether different female and engendered volatile emotions. He needed Shae like he had never needed Evanna, with a fierce, raw passion that wasn’t sweet and gentle. He’d always thought he wanted a female like Evanna, but after a taste of Shae, he realized he wouldn’t have been happy living a life without the fiery female in his arms.

He paused over the clasp of her bra and traced over it lightly. Her full-body shiver betrayed the heat licking beneath her skin. “What kind of spell have you cast over me?”

“I’m not the one casting spells, Red. You have me in your thrall,” he admitted, kissing her neck as he twisted the closure with one hand. She lowered her arms and wiggled slightly. He heard the soft thud as her bra fell to the floor.

Wanting to take in the sight of her, he set her away from him. She wrapped her arms around her chest, hiding her pert breasts from his view. He tugged her hands and forced her to lower them, keeping his gaze on her face. “I wasn’t done looking at you.”

She huffed her annoyance, but allowed him a few more seconds. “Take your shirt off. I want to see the rest of what the Goddess gave me,” she ordered. One corner of his mouth lifted at her imperious tone as he shrugged out of the torn fabric. Her eyes dilated and goose pimples rose along her skin.

Clearly liking what she saw, she toed off her shoes and kicked them aside. He stopped her when her hands went to the waistband of her jeans. “Why in such a rush, Red? We have all night.”

“I’ve never been very patient, especially when it comes to something I want. You have the body of a God. No female would be patient with you standing there half-naked. Mmmm, just sayin’.” Her claws slashed out and his leathers gaped open. He didn’t have time to react before she was shoving the fabric down.

He chuckled and his shoes were gone followed by his pants. He stood there in his black, boxer briefs, trying to regain control of the moment. He wasn’t sure how she had managed to take over, but damn, if it wasn’t a huge turn-on.

She was next to him an instant later and kissing him, keeping him off-balance. All he could think of was getting her naked and in the bedroom. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He pulled her head down and claimed her lips, kissing her deeply as he walked them to the bedroom. She fisted his hair and her claws scraped his scalp. Setting her down, she arched into him. Her softness melded with his rigidity and he lifted one hand and palmed a breast while his other hand freed the button to her low-ride jeans.

His fingers brushed the thatch of hair between her legs as he unzipped her pants. The minx wasn’t wearing any panties and she moaned at the contact, writhing to get closer to him. He put his thumbs on the sides of her undone jeans and pushed them down, his body following along until he knelt before her.

She lifted her legs and stepped out of the fabric, but his attention remained on the glistening flesh inches from his hungry mouth. His hands ran up the backs of her legs, luxuriating in the feel of her.

He paused at her inner thighs and Shae arched her back ever so slightly, begging for deeper contact. Wordlessly, she twisted and moved her lithe body, guiding his questing fingers to the place that he so eagerly wanted to be. His finger parted her flossy curls and her sweet, moist scent registered in the primal