Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

eyes, she realized he wanted her to like what they were doing, that he wanted her to find him attractive.
    “I love the way you feel,” she murmured as she circled her fingers around him, squeezing him firmly in her fist until he groaned low. “I couldn’t stop touching you even if I tried.”
    Pulling on him, she eased him down to where he rested over her on his hands and knees. Then, stroking his length, she touched the head to her breast. He began shuddering, his legs shaking. She rubbed it against the flesh, even around one of her nipples. With her other hand, she cupped his heavy sack, kneading.
    She saw him clench his jaw and sensed he was just preventing himself from thrusting into her palm to end this. “ Katja... I’m about to... come.”
    “Yes!” She stroked him harder, faster.
    He bit out, “Like this—?”
    She pressed the head directly to her aching nipple.
    “ Ah, God— ” The words ended with a brutal yell as he ejaculated against her. She pumped her fist, shivering at the first contact. The room lit with lightning once more.
    When she’d stroked him spent, he looked as if he could scarcely believe what he’d done. “I didn’t expect... I didn’t plan for this.”
    She bit her bottom lip. “I know.”
    Without another word, he pushed up, tucking his shaft back into his jeans, looking angry with himself. He rose to go to the luxurious bathroom, then returned with a plush towel, wetted on the end. When he sat beside her, he clearly wondered what the protocol was. He held up the towel with raised eyebrows, and she nodded, stifling a smile.
    He reached out to clean her breasts with languid strokes, staring avidly. He exhaled a long breath and muttered, “I can’t believe I did this.”
    Each of his light strokes relaxed her even more, and she gave him a lazy grin, no doubt surprising him. Hey, what could she say? She’d needed him for tonight, and he’d satisfied her thoroughly. Even if they hadn’t made love.
    Kaderin found it sexy as hell that he wasn’t too suave and overly practiced in bed, the way she’d heard immortal men could be—nor was he jaded. He didn’t try to hide how much pleasure he was feeling, or check his words, or downplay how much he ached.
    She sighed, every muscle in her body relaxed. “Bastian, I thought tonight was wonderful.”

    “ You did?” He’d just come across her breasts, watching as it happened as though out of his body. That was something he’d thought he’d go his whole life without experiencing. And though he found it hard to believe, she looked as if she couldn’t be happier with him.
    He shook his head again to clear it, then rose to toss the towel into the bathroom. When he returned, he leaned against the bedroom doorway and gazed down at her. She’d turned onto her side, and seemed half-asleep, but she raised her head to give him a drowsy smile. And something felt as though it shifted in his chest, twisting... aching.
    Her sleek skirt was bunched at her waist, and her wisp of underwear had snagged on the fastening of her shoe. Seeing her like this, so soft and relaxed, made his chest hurt again. Frowning, he rubbed the palm of his hand hard against it.
    When she murmured his name and rounded her back as if coaxing him to lie behind her, his eyes widened. He returned at once, sitting beside her. Yes, he would sleep with her. He yanked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head, then reached up and closed all of the curtains.
    He knew she would set out as soon as they landed—but for now, he planned to enjoy every aspect of being with his woman, including undressing her for bed.
    He tugged the underwear free, removed her shoes, then unzipped and removed her skirt. When he lay behind her, pulling the blanket over them, he could have sworn she mumbled something about a cake.
    After drawing her into his arms, he buried his face in her hair and squeezed her. He’d gone from famine to feast—no middle ground. He’d gone from having no one to call his own to having a fantasy here in his arms.
    He could win her. He would win her after tonight. He’d known he would be a good husband, a good father, but he’d wondered if he could satisfy her in bed. Now he felt confident he could, since she wasn’t shy about what pleased her. God, how she lets me know. He grinned against her, well aware that they slept on shredded sheets.
    She sighed, flexing against him. Then as if she caught herself doing something she oughtn’t, she tensed.