Dating Outside Your DNA (16 page)

She stopped, and looked at him. He almost regretted drawing her attention away, but he had to stay in control or he wouldn't last very long. This night should be about her, and he wanted to make it one she wouldn't soon forget.

He cupped both her breasts in the palms of his hands, then lowered his head to one, scraping his teeth across the hard nipple before sucking it inside  his mouth. He immediately felt the heat of her body enveloping him.

"Oh, God, that feels good," she moaned.

He swirled his tongue around the nipple. She clutched his head, bringing him closer. He still needed better access. He released her

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nipple and she made a noise of disappointment.

"I only want to get more comfortable." He'd seen some throws

in the cabinet where the games were stored. He went to it, opened  the bottom drawer, pulled out the blankets, then laid them in front of  the crackling fire.

He  glanced at her as she semi-shielded her breasts. Shyness  would not do. He wanted her to feel comfortable because he planned  on stripping her out of everything else that she was wearing, so he  switched off the overhead light. There was enough light from the fireplace that he wouldn't miss seeing a thing. When he looked at her,  he saw that her shoulders weren't quite as stiff.

"Move your arms from in front of your breasts. I told you I  wanted to see them."

She arched an eyebrow.

"Or we can stop. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

She paused, then moved her hands away.

Damn, her rose-tipped breasts were perfect.

"Take off your shoes." She wore tennis shoes so it was easy for her to toe off first one, then the other. "Now unfasten your pants."

Her hands trembled, but he had a feeling it was more from anticipation than the fact he was ordering her to undo them.

She pushed the metal button through the opening, then slowly slid the zipper down. Did she know how much she was torturing him?  Probably not.

He swallowed hard. "Now take them off."

Again, she hesitated, but he wanted her complete surrender.

He wanted her to let go of all her inhibitions and just feel the pleasure he was going to give her.

She peeled her pants down her legs, then kicked out  of them.

The only thing that shielded everything from his view was a very thin strip of white silk. His dick throbbed. Sweat beaded his brow. He didn't know if it was from the heat of the fire or the heat from her.

"Lie down."

She went to the makeshift bed and laid on top of the throws. He

stood at her feet. He wanted to tell her to remove her panties and

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spread her legs. He wanted to look at her, see all of her, but he didn't  want to push her too fast.

Instead, he slipped the metal button out of the buttonhole of his  jeans, then just as slowly as she had done, he brought the zipper  down. She watched his striptease, her breathing becoming more  ragged. He wanted her to be as turned on as he was.

He removed his shoes, then tugged his jeans over his hips, a nd  down his legs before kicking out of them.

"Hurry," she breathed.

"You don't have to wait."

Her eyes widened. "Touch yourself." "I...I can't."

"You've never touched yourself?"

Her cheeks turned a rosy hue, and he had his answer.

"Touch your breasts." He didn't need to add, or we can stop,  but his words hung in the air. Damn it, he didn't want her to be afraid  of anything around him. He wanted her to experience it all.

She ran her hand across her nipples, then bit her bottom lip.  God, watching her touch herself was such a fucking turn-on.

He grabbed the waistband of his briefs. Her hands stilled. He  stopped. She tweaked both nipples. He pushed his briefs over his  hips and down his thighs.

Heat pulsated from her. He could feel it even from where he  stood. Colors began to swirl around her. It felt as though he was on  drugs.

Her legs opened. Roan didn't think she even realized she was  spreading them. He kicked his briefs out of the way and moved to his  knees between her legs.

He touched the insides of her thighs, then jerked back. Damn,  her skin was hot to the touch. Not so much that it blistered him, but  hot enough. When he looked at her, he saw the disappointment on  her face.

"I burned you, didn't I?" She turned her head away. "I'll just

have to  accept I'm doomed to a life of celibacy."

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"You'd give up so easily?"

She met his gaze. "You like the idea of becoming burnt toast?"

"Remember, I'm a member of an elite force. The best of the

best. Our motto is never give up, never surrender." He grinned . "I'll be

right back." He jumped to his feet. "Don't move."

She smiled and shook her head. "I'll stay right here."

He hurried to the kitchen and filled a bowl with ice. In less than

three minutes he was on his way back to the living room. She rose up

on her elbows, frowning, then peered into the bowl.

"Ice?"

"Ice," he said. "Trust me."

"That's what you keep telling me, but I'm not so sure I want to."

"Lie back."

She did, but hesitantly. He took one of the cubes, touching it to her leg.

She sucked i n her breath. "It's cold."

"That's the idea." He ran it slowly up her leg from her knee to

mid thigh before it melted. The lady was still hot.

Good.

He picked up another ice cube and ran it up and down the crotch of her panties. She sucked in a breath and raised her hips.

"Do you like that?"

"Um, yes."

That one melted. He took another one and ran it over first one

nipple, then the other. When it melted, he moved his tongue over one  tight nub before sucking it inside his mouth. Her skin wasn't too hot, but then, he always did like the heat.

He moved to her other breast, heard her moan when he sucked  the tight little nub inside his mouth.

"Roan, I can't stand it anymore. I need you."

He sat back on his heels. "Need what? To do this?" He tugged  on her  panties until he could see her pussy. Sweet. Just as he'd  imagined it would be.

"I love looking at you," he said as he bent her knee. He slid one  side of her panties over her knee and down her leg, caressing her

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smooth skin as he did. She started to lower her leg, but he stopped  her. "No, keep it right like this." He wanted her to open all the way for  him.

Heat pulsated from her body in waves. He took an ice cube and started at her mound, running it along the perimeter.

"Roan, please. I can't stand anymo re. I feel as if my body is on

fire."

He didn't want to stop. There was so much more he wanted to do. He wanted to lower his head and suck her inside his mouth, taste her. But he understood her need, because he felt the same way.

He took another ice cube . "Tell me if I hurt you." He slid the ice cube inside her, taking his time so he didn't cause her pain.

"Crap, it's cold."

"Not too cold, is it? I can stop."

"It's kind of sexy."

Kind of sexy? God, she was killing him. He was already about to explode. He grabbed his jeans, reaching inside the pocket for a condom and quickly ripped open the packet and slid it down his length.

He eased inside her, breaking past the thin barrier. He hesitated.

"Don't stop, please," she said.

He felt as though he were diving inside an active volcano.

Sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip as the colors swirling

around him deepened to fiery reds and wild purples, hot pinks and

vibrant greens.

But then the heat changed, as though it accepted him and

began to creep up his body. It started at his toes, and like flowing lava

it poured over his body. It was fucking fantastic.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer and he

sank deeper. He pulled nearly all the way out, then plunged inside

her again.

"Do you feel  it?" she breathed.

Did he feel it? "Oh, yeah." He felt every nerve as though it had

a life of its own, but he felt her too. He felt the beat of her heart, and

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her lungs as they filled with air, then exhaled. Their bodies seemed to  fuse and become one. Never in his life had he ever felt this alive, this  aware of his surroundings, of the woman he was making love to.

He slid inside her slick body, then drew out. The blood pounded  through his veins, drumming inside his head. Their ragged breathing  filled the  room.

"Ah, God, Roan, now...now!" she cried out.

He moved faster, she rose up and met each thrust.

"Yes, yes!" She stiffened beneath him.

He clenched his muscles as the lights exploded into thousands  of shimmering stars that rained down on them. He cou ldn't breathe.  He gasped for air. Lyraka took a deep breath, but
 
his
 
lungs filled. He  collapsed on top of her and with his last bit of energy, rolled to his  side.

"Something strange happened," she said with awe. "It was as

though I felt everything you were feeling."

"Me, too."

"But more than making love."

"As if we'd become one person."

"We blended together."

"Weird."

"But exciting."

He nodded. "Oh, yeah, it was that."

"And we're still alive."

He hoped they were. He wasn't quite so positive, but  if he had died, it'd been a hell of a ride!

Damn, what had they done? What had he done!

"I thought you said you'd been with a man?"

"I have. Rick. Remember, I told you."

"You're a virgin. At least, you were." Guilt flooded him.

She rolled to her side, facing him, her breasts rubbing against his arm. Damn, she was killing him.

"And now I'm not." She frowned. "I guess I should thank you. It was fantastic."

He laughed. Oh, Lord. He'd never been thanked by a woman

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before. Not that he thought he wasn't pretty good in that department.  But then, all Lyraka had to compare him to was Rick. From what  she'd told him that probably didn't say a lot.

He moved closer. Bad move. Now her breasts were against his  chest. She sighed and snuggled against him. Her thigh bumped his  penis and he reacted like any normal, red-blooded American male  would react.

"You're getting hard again," she said with awe. "Do we have

more ice?" She looked up at him.

Do we have more ice? He certainly hoped so.

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Chapter 13

S
ometime during the night, they'd staggered up to his room and crawled into bed. She languidly stretched as she woke up the next morning. God, so this was what it was all about. Relaxed didn't even come close to how she felt right now. Contented? Yeah, closer  to that. Like a cat.
 
Meow
.

That was what it was like to have an orgasm. No wonder

Nerakian women were addicted to sex. She briefly wondered if chocolate would be as good. Maybe one addiction per lifetime would be enough to handle.

She turned on her side and opened her eyes, glancing at the clock. Six o'clock. She'd overslept.

And she was in her bed. Her forehead wrinkled. Had she

dreamed sex with Roan? She moved the cover back. Her body still

looked the same. Then she smiled. She didn't have a stitch of clothes

on. So, it hadn't been a dream.

She shoved the covers to the side and got out of bed feeling as  though a new kind of vigor filled every part of her body. Having sex  was better than any energy drink she'd ever had.

There was a tap on her door right before it opened. Roan poked  his head inside her room.

"Are you..." His words trailed off and something close to a  gurgle came out of his mouth. He opened the door the rest of the way  and strode inside her room, not stopping until he stood in front of  her.  "God, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He lowered  his mouth to hers.

She raised her lips to meet his, pressing her naked body against him. His tongue stroked hers.