The Vow (Black Arrowhead #1) - Dannika Dark Page 0,62

of fruit and ate it. Then I swirled my tongue around the sticky spot on his chest to lick off the juice.

Lakota sucked in a sharp breath, his response immediate. His pupils dilated as he watched with a look of surprise, and his entire body tensed beneath my touch.

Before I could sit back, he cupped his hand behind my neck and locked eyes with me. “Do that again,” he whispered. His hand softened its hold, his fingers petting my hair.

I leaned over, my eyes still on his, and devoured the last piece. He watched my mouth as I licked my lips, his chest rising and falling with each hurried breath. It saddened me that at such a young age, he’d made the decision to distance himself from women. That he’d never had a woman show him how desirable he was or make him feel alive with a sensual stroke of her finger, like what mine was doing with the peach juice around his hardened nipple. I’d never had a man react this way to my touch—as if he craved nothing else. Lakota had denied himself affection, and he was starved for it.

Even though he was lying submissively beneath me, his raw power vibrated, awakening my wolf. Now that I’d seen him in battle, I knew how expertly he could flip a man over and take his life.

Lakota cradled my neck in his hands, his gaze roving from my mouth up to my messy hair. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with humor.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Neither of us can be serious.” I tried to move, but he pinned me against him.

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what?”

He touched a lock of my hair. “I was just imagining what my adoptive parents would think of me bringing home a girl with purple hair.”

My heart raced, and I quickly sat up and quenched my dry throat with half a bottle of water. Was he actually implying that he wanted to bring me home to meet his family?

Lakota rolled to his side. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… it’s just hot in here. Maybe we should put out the fire.”

His hand grazed across my bare thigh. “Maybe I don’t want to put out the fire.”

Chapter 13

Lakota lifted me into his arms and held me close. Instead of moving straight to the bed, he looked deep into my eyes as he stood in the center of the room. “I’ve never met a more courageous female.”

For the first time in my life with Lakota, I didn’t have a comeback. I felt swept away, no longer confused about what I wanted—what my wolf wanted. As he carried me to the bed, I placed my hand over his heart. The rhythm was strong and picking up speed.

Strangely, I was more nervous than I’d ever been with a man. Was I going to have to take charge and show him what to do? Being given someone’s virginity was a profound honor, and I wasn’t sure if I deserved that privilege.

When he placed me on the bed and ran his hands up my bare thighs and sensually caressed my hips, I realized that Lakota was a sexual creature who required little guidance. He didn’t need to ask me what I liked—my body told him.

Gripping the pillow behind my head, I gasped from the heat of his mouth against my bare skin, his teeth nipping and tongue tasting below my navel.

Lakota’s eyes widened, and he froze. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, my voice falling to a whisper. “I’m just a little nervous.”

He climbed over me and rested half his body on mine. “How do you think I feel? It’s only the most memorable experience of my life.” Lakota kissed the tip of my nose. “No pressure.”

I laughed softly and relaxed. “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”

His eyes hooded, and he touched his lips to mine, drawing in a deep breath. “I love the way you smell.” His hips rocked against mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “The way you feel.” He kissed me, his lips trailing down to my neck. “The way you taste.”

I was certain I was trembling beneath him, my nails scoring his back.

“Come on,” he said, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap.

Straddling him, I delivered a molten kiss. Our tongues teased each other, barely touching yet daring the other to go deeper. Lakota might have had no experience in bed, but he’d clearly mastered the art of kissing, taking it to a whole new level. It