He pulled back to look up at her with a searching gaze that seared her. "I don't know why you're here, Tabitha, but I'm glad that you are."
She smiled down at him.
His gaze locked on hers, he nibbled the sensitive flesh of her stomach, just below her belly ring. Biting her lip, she moaned as he tongued the moon that dangled from her hoop, Then he licked in and around her navel, making her body burn even more.
And when he sank two fingers inside her, she thought she might actually collapse.
"You are so beautiful, Tabitha," he said, spreading her open so that he could stare at the most intimate part of her body.
She couldn't breathe as he took her into his mouth and used that incredible tongue to taste her intimately. She spread her legs even wider, to give him more access as he slid his tongue through the tender folds.
Tabitha stared down at him. He seemed to enjoy tasting her as much as she enjoyed being tasted.
And he took his time exploring her.
"Hey, Valerius?"
He jerked away at the sound of Otto in the hallway. Still he left one finger inside her that continued to pleasure and probe her.
Rising slowly to his feet, he slid another finger into her body. "What have you done to me, Tabitha?" he breamed raggedly in her ear. "Otto's in the hallway and all I can think of is being inside you again. Of licking you until I can taste your climax."
His unexpected comment made her moan deep in her throat at the thought of what he described. "Get rid of Otto and I'm yours for the night."
He kissed her passionately, then squeezed her butt in his hands. "Stay naked. I want to eat my dinner off you."
Tabitha bit her lip as a shudder went through her. "You got it."
Valerius pulled away and quickly buttoned his shirt and fastened his pants. He cast one hot, promising look at her before he slipped out of the bedroom and left her alone.
Tabitha pulled down his bedcovers and slid herself between the dark silk sheets that held his spicy mascuhne scent.
Wrapping her arms around his pillow, she inhaled deeply.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself. She was literally sleeping with the enemy and she was enjoying it way too much.
Worse, she didn't want to leave.
Ever.
"My gift in life," she said under her breath. She seemed to be forever drawn to the men she could never have.
She should leave here and go bunk with Amanda and Kyrian, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Valerius. What would he do without her?
More importantly, what would she do without him?
Ash drew up short as he saw Kyrian in his upstairs office through the slightly ajar door. It was well after four a.m. and though Kyrian occasionally stayed up late with Amanda, it was unusual to find the former Dark-Hunter up alone.
Cocking his head, he watched through the crack as Kyrian bent over a stack of papers, pulling at his hair. Ash could sense the frustration.
He knocked lightly on the door so as not to startle him.
Kyrian looked up, then pulled the glasses off his face. "Oh, hey," he said in a low tone as Ash pushed the door open a bit. "I thought you might be Amanda, begging me to come to bed."
"Not for all the money in the universe," Ash said as he walked in. He moved to stand in front of the black, kidney-shaped, Chippendale desk where official papers and handwritten notes were scattered. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I couldn't sleep. I..." Kyrian ground his teeth.
"What?" Ash asked, worried about his long-time friend.