An idea arose. "Do no' move from this spot, Regin. Do you understand me?"
She gave him a sarcastic salute that made her br**sts bob. He bit back a groan as he turned toward his room.
He ransacked his meticulously stowed belongings until he found what he sought, then returned to her, holding it up like a prize.
She raised her brows. "I think I'm underdressed."
With that sinful gleam in his eyes, Chase had returned with a civilian necktie. He didn't ask, just wrapped it tight around her head, blindfolding her.
Then she heard him tearing off his gloves, his excitement palpable.
Earlier he'd told her, "Eyes forward," as he'd removed her cuffs. And now this. So why didn't he want her to see his hands?
For long moments, she waited for him to make a move, her anticipation building. She could feel his gaze on her na**d body and suspected he was deciding where to touch her first.
Final y he grazed the pads of his fingers over her cheekbone. She shivered as he rasped, "Soft as silk."
Gods, it'd been so long since a man had caressed her.
Another long hesitation. Then he ran a finger over the pointed tip of her ear.
She began to squirm.
"You like that?"
"Uh-huh." Wondering where he'd touch her next grew maddening.
When he traced the tip of her other ear and her ni**les tightened into aching points, he hissed in a breath.
Touch them, she inwardly begged.
Instead, he brushed his big knuckles along her jawline. "You look so delicate, Regin. Deceptively so."
Though she couldn't see, the scene was vivid enough to her. With each hesitation, she knew he was deliberating over which part he wanted to feel next. As if he was sampling her.
And she wanted to sample back. When she raised her hands, he said, "Ah-ah, Valkyrie. Just me touchin' you." He drew a finger from her inner ankle up to her knee.
She bit back a cry, dropping her hands. Wicked, complicated man-
He swept his thumb over her bottom lip, and she softly moaned, just stopping herself from darting her tongue to his finger.
She'd begun swaying from the sensual onslaught. "Chase, do you... do you like the way I feel?"
Moments passed in silence. Then his finger circled her nipple.
When she cried out, arching her back for more, he groaned, "I like it."
Chapter TWENTY-SIX
Declan had never seen anything like the sight before him. The Valkyrie was trembling, panting, her ni**les rock-hard. Her responses had him in a lather to come-the little sounds she made, her expressive mouth, her soft, sensitive skin.
He could stroke himself off right here, but this teasing her excited him like nothing ever had. In this, his will was her will . If he decided he'd keep her on the edge, then that was where she'd stay. The idea was erotic as hell.
How had he missed out on this for so long? To go without stroking a woman's giving flesh?
But even as the thought arose, he knew his reaction was due to her. The Valkyrie was special to him in some way, her pleasure important.
For twenty bleak years, he'd convinced himself that he was cold and unfeeling, that he wasn't burdened by a man's needs.
No longer. I need her. "Where do you want me to touch you, Regin?"
She jutted those breathtaking br**sts.
"There?" Just to keep her guessing, he would not be touching her there. Not yet.
"Uh-huh."
Instead, he leaned in, grazing his lips over the tip of her ear. Sexy little ears.
She shivered wildly. "Chase!"
Thrilling. After a pause, he reached around her and dragged his nails across her arse.
Her plaintive moans came quicker and quicker.
I could make her orgasm. Just from this game. He'd never felt a rush like this, as if a mystery he'd long pondered was being revealed-She pressed her hand against her flat bel y and began sliding it down.
She would touch herself? In front of him? He groaned, wanting to see her rubbing her sex, but that was for another night. "No, Regin."
"Then let me touch you." She reached for his chest.
"Put your damned hands down," he snapped, knowing she'd be horrified by the feel of his skin. "Sit on them."
"Chase-"
"Do it."
After a hesitation, she did. He rewarded her by tracing her ear with his lips again. Directly beside it, he murmured, "Are you wet?"
She could only moan in answer.
"Show me, then." He skimmed his finger along one taut inner thigh, and she dutiful y spread her legs, revealing her glistening sex. At the sight, his c**k pulsed so hard, he thought he might spil at once.
His control was in shreds. Have to feel her there, explore her flesh. He skimmed the backs of his fingers down her bel y to her navel, just as she'd detailed earlier. When he circled it, her lips parted around a whispered, "Oh!"
"You know what comes next. You described it to me." His fingers trailed from her navel down, lower... lower ...
"Chase!" Her skin glowed even brighter. "What are you doing to me? I-I'm close."
He'd bring her over the edge. With his other hand, he finally rubbed his thumb back and forth over one nipple.
"Oh, my gods," she breathed, licking her lips. His gaze was rapt on her darting tongue.
Declan had imagined her kiss, had dreamed of it. No longer could he deny himself the taste of her sweet lips. To catch her cries as she goes over the edge? With his fingers still teasing, he leaned in, dipping his head, his lips hovering just above hers.
"Chase?" It was as if a spellhad been broken. Before she'd been arching to his touch, her body begging for more. Now she drew back from him. "Wait, I... just hold on a minute, just let me think."
"Woman, you've been pushin' me for just this."
She lowered her head, whispering, "I can't do it."
"You can." He pinched her chin, holding her face up. "You will."
"Shh." Her ears twitched. "Someone's here."
"You're just saying that-" Then he heard it too. Footsteps within his chambers, heading for the bathroom. He was about to kil whoever was stupid enough to interrupt this.
After I've waited so goddamn long?
She reached for the tie, and he yanked on his gloves-
"Son, get away from her."
"Webb." Here. Three days early.
When Declan threw a towel over her, he saw her silvery eyes were wide. He moved in front of her, hissing under his breath, "I will protect you." Then he turned to his commander, battling the urge to bare his f**king teeth that the man had seen her unclothed.
"Declan, what the hel are you doing with this prisoner?"