“Maybe later.” Her lips brushed against his. “Are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Making me want to kiss you.”
Nina wanted to kiss him? No objections here.
“I’m not using my powers on you.” Only those which any man would use to seduce a woman. “I don’t need to. We both know we want this.”
Amaury pulled her lower lip between his and traced it with his tongue. She tasted intoxicating.
“Why?” Her hands came up to grab the lapels of his shirt.
“I don’t know. And I don’t care. Let it happen.”
He couldn’t explain the attraction between them or why he wasn’t following Gabriel’s orders and wiped her memory of him and all vampires.
“Am I safe with you?”
He pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. “Have I hurt you so far?”
“Well, you did paddle my ass, as you so elegantly put it.”
He grinned. Spanking her had been more than just a little enjoyable. In fact, it had gotten him rather hot—and hard. He wouldn’t mind a repeat of it at a later time.
“Which you thoroughly deserved for …” For giving me such a fright seeing you captured by Zane, he wanted to say, but bit back the words. “… for stalking me and my friends.”
By his shirt she pulled him close to her. “Next time you spank me, you should do it right. I barely felt a thing through my pants.”
Amaury almost choked. Was Nina suggesting he should slap her naked ass? “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He’d be happy to do anything she wanted to that cute backside of hers. She just had to ask. Actually, she didn’t even need to ask; a mere hint would suffice to put him into action.
“Guess, you’ll just have to figure that out, won’t you?” But she didn’t give him another chance to answer and sank her lips onto his.
Her soft flesh met with his, opening a floodgate of sensations rushing through his body. Her warmth seeped into him, travelled over his skin and penetrated his cells. More blood pumped into his loins, making his already swollen shaft even harder. He allowed his hands to roam over her body as his mouth fitted to hers, learning her every groove.
While his hand on her back pressed her closer to him, he let his other hand slide up her neck, caress the soft skin, then cup her cheek. His thumb stroked her jaw and ran along the underside of her chin, feeling the soft muscle below and the warm blood running through her.
Amaury angled his head and requested entrance with his tongue nudging at her lips. With a sigh she surrendered to his gentle demand and parted her moist lips. A searing bolt of lightning shot through his core as he invaded the delicious caverns of her mouth, finding his responsive counterpart, his long desired twin fitting perfectly to him.
He released a guttural moan when he started a duel with her tongue. She sparred with him just the way she’d sparred with him verbally. Her talented mouth drew him deeper, asking him to explore her and learn every minute detail of her. It was exactly what he wanted to do.
Nina suddenly pulled away. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Without waiting for an answer, she ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. Instantly she dug her hands into his chest, sending electrical shocks traveling over his skin wherever she touched him. When had a woman last shown him such passion?
“I didn’t like that shirt anyway.” Amaury pulled her head to him again and continued their passionate kiss, while Nina stripped him of his shirt and threw it on the floor. He felt turned on by the way she handled him, confident and assertive. Having a strong woman like her in his arms aroused him more than any of his daily one-night-stands ever had.
Never had a woman made such passionate demands on him, and never had he been so willing to let a female take charge. This was new to him. New and exciting. Whatever she wanted to do to him, he wouldn’t object, as long as she was using her mouth, her tongue and her hands the way she was now.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered.
His mumbled “yes” was drowned out by her lips. Not that he needed words to respond to her. He merely lifted them both from the couch without interrupting their kiss and walked them to his bedroom. With his foot, he kicked the door open.
The sheets on his bed were a tangled mess, evidence of his nightmare from the previous day. Slowly, Amaury dropped onto the bed. With a swift move Nina pushed him, and he landed with his back on the mattress, feeling himself straddled by her. Not a bad position to be in.
It had been a while since he’d had a woman in his bed. Most of his sexual encounters happened in dark alleys, nightclubs or back rooms of some sort or other. This was different, more intense, more intimate.