She drew back to work her sweater up and off, then reached back and unsnapped her lacy bra. When she faced him again, his gaze was rapt on her bared br**sts, his jaw slackened.
Today in the cave, she'd determined that he hadn't wanted to rush their encounter. Now, she again had the idea that he wanted to take this slowly, and judging from his reaction, he thought she'd just skipped a step.
"I... Katja... " He swallowed, seeming to memorize the sight. As if he believed he'd never see something like this again?
The awful truth was that she enjoyed him gaping at her br**sts, enjoyed his pained expression when her ni**les hardened right in front of his eyes.
"So lovely," he said, his voice rumbling in that sexy way, shooting heat through her that centered between her legs. Gods, she'd missed this.
He placed his hands flat on her back and pulled her forward to lightly lick one of her ni**les. She moaned at that small contact even before he took it between his lips. Groaning around the peak, tongue flicking, he sucked hard until it throbbed. He released her only to repeat the attentions to her other breast, then he stopped to gaze again. She had the crazy idea that he wanted to see what he'd wrought with his lips.
But his breaths were heating the wet peaks, making her ache. "Please, Bastian," she murmured. If he was going to touch her, he needed to do it now.
He moved her until she lay across his lap, her neck against his arm. "Spread your legs," he rasped, pressing them open until her skirt rode up enough to reveal her panties. He grazed the backs of his fingers up her inner thigh.
With his eyes heavy-lidded, he pulled her panties aside with one hand, reaching his other hand around her waist and down to begin stroking her. He bit out a foreign curse at how wet she was. "For me," he said, his voice hoarse. It wasn't a question, but she got the sense that he wanted her to assure him.
"For you," she whispered, making him shudder.
"That pleases me. You should be, since I'm hard for you constantly." He rubbed her wetness around, making her gasp, seeming fascinated with how slick she'd grown. When he slipped his finger into her, he groaned from low in his throat, and she writhed, feeling his shaft pulse beneath her.
"I'm going to kiss you here" - he rocked his hand upward, delving deeper, as his thumb slowly stroked her clitoris - "all night."
She cried out. She'd always found that act intensely erotic, and now the wicked thought of a vampire doing it to her made her squirm.
Who was this domineering, sinfully sexy man? He'd seemed cautious, even tentative, in the beginning. But not now.
Never had a takeoff felt so good. "Bastian, I need - "
"You want me to kiss you, Katja?"
"Yes!" She rolled her h*ps to work his finger in and out, and he groaned against her damp nipple.
He continued this agonizing play until they leveled off and the lights in the cabin dimmed to darkness except for the light over the table opposite them. He lifted her and gently placed her on the table, pressing her back.
His hands skimmed up under her skirt until he could hook his fingers around her panties. She shimmied to help him as he tugged them off.
He pushed her skirt to her waist, then sat before her in the plush seat, in the dark while she was lying back in the light. He placed his palms on her legs and gently spread them. When she was bared to him, he rasped, "You're beautiful," making her sex clench. She whimpered as he continued to stare.
She'd never been looked at like this, never felt so exposed and vulnerable. And yet she trusted him with her body. At last, he pressed his lips to her thigh, kissing higher with wet licks until she was shivering, threading her fingers in his thick hair.
She sighed, drawing up her knees and letting her legs fall open for him to do as he would.
25
Her inner thighs were like silk. Nothing could be so soft.
Sebastian already felt as though he'd explode, and he hadn't even tasted her.
He wanted to savor the experience, but he'd waited too long for this fantasy. After the cave, he'd paced in her townhouse with nervousness for hours. He'd known what he was going to do to her tonight - what he'd thought about again and again. But could he please her? Would she be able to tell he'd never done this before?
Now that he was certain he was about to have it, he was desperate for his first taste of her.
He gave a last kiss on her thigh, and then, with a growl, he found her wetness. Mouth open, he rubbed his tongue at her center, in a long, slow lick. As she cried out, his body shuddered with pleasure, his c**k jerking in his pants. "You're like honey."
Wet, slick, luscious. For more than three hundred years, he'd waited for this.
And she was so f**king worth it.
Encouraged by her cry, he licked more deeply and felt her growing wetter against his tongue. She moaned, and her arms fell overhead. He'd never imagined her sex could be so hot, the flesh so giving. I will never get enough of this. Never.
If it took becoming a vampire to have this one night with her, would he suffer the turning again?
In the space of one of his new heartbeats.
When he lashed a hard stroke of his tongue against her swollen little clitoris, she sucked in a breath and arched her back sharply. How had he ever thought he could handle his own reaction? It was everything he could do not to yank out his shaft and impale her exactly where his tongue was dipping right at that moment.
But then, there was no way he would forgo this pleasure now. He had waited for so long and already he was in love with the act. Her sexy heels were digging into his back, urging him on like spurs.
She leaned up on her elbows to watch him, biting her bottom lip, panting, sending a shock of lust through him. She touched her own br**sts, strumming her ni**les as if for him. How did she know he was enthralled with her pink ni**les and plump, soft br**sts? For her to play with them... ?
"Bastian!" she cried. "I'm so close... "
No, not yet! Shouldn't have taken her with my fingers. She'd have lasted longer. I could have had my mouth on her longer. But she threw back her head, arching with her ni**les tight and pointing, and he couldn't stop himself from licking her madly.
She moaned as she began coming, and his eyes closed with pleasure, as it went on and on. Her lithe body shuddered against him and her cries filled his ears.
Once she'd finished, she pushed at his head to close her knees, when all he wanted to do was taste her orgasm. No, damn it, he was going to have more of this. Had to. "I'm not done yet," he growled, not recognizing his own voice.
Her eyes widened when he scooped her up and carried her to the bed in the back, tossing her down. The room had a panorama of small windows, and all around her, he could see lightning striking in the background. Sebastian was in a plane - actually flying - and he could not give a damn.