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“I bet he wouldn’t,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear. “Raeg may fool you with his attitude, but he doesn’t fool me, sweetheart. If he could be right here, right now, touching you like this, feeling you soft and sweet, he would be as addicted as I.”
Her breath caught as his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, pulling her deeper into the sensuality building inside her senses.
She was just weak enough, she thought hazily, just needy enough actually, to sit there like a crazy woman and let her body burn for him. She could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples becoming so sensitive, so needy for his touch as her sex melted and wept for touch as well, that there was no hiding her need for him.
“How is he fooling me then?” She bent her head to the side in an invitation for him to continue those little brushes of his lips a little lower.
“How does he keep you at arm’s length?” It was the edge of his teeth that rasped against the sensitive skin of her neck rather than his lips, and the sensation had her fighting to hold back a moan.
“What are you up to, Falcon?” she sighed, aware of the slow, steady seduction of her senses and that he was touching her far differently than he normally did, allowing himself to go much further in his caresses.
“Besides seducing you?” The edge of amusement in his tone should have pissed her off; instead, she felt herself softening further against him.
It wasn’t a good idea and she knew it. Both of them were approaching that point of no return, and she couldn’t seem to make herself care.
“Get on with it then,” she demanded on a sigh, knowing she had slipped far too deeply into the spell he was weaving around her senses.
A dark chuckle met the demand, and rather than doing as she suggested, he slid from the bed and stared down at her, his gaze filled with a carnal hunger that had her heart racing.
Yes, she was in too deep, but she suddenly wondered exactly how deep she was allowing herself to be drawn into this sensual web she could feel restraining her, holding back common sense or any desire to consider what she was about to do. And she was going to do it. She couldn’t even consider denying the pleasure she could sense he’d give her.
Dark lashes lowered over pale blue eyes, the intense sexuality and dominance in his expression stole her breath for a moment. Normally veiled, the dominant, strong-willed man he usually kept hidden wasn’t hiding anymore. He was right there, and the sight of it sent a wave of weakness rushing through her.
She’d been so long without a lover that she could barely remember what it felt like to be taken, to have her flesh penetrated and stretched with sensual pleasure. The dominance and lust in his expression assured her that once he took her though, she’d never forget what it felt like.
If Falcon took her, he’d do far more than simply part her responsive inner flesh. He’d make her burn, take her to a place no other lover ever had, and she knew it.
The muscles of her vagina clenched, rippling in a silent demand for the erotic pain she knew his possession would give her. It was something she’d never considered before, something she’d never ached for before. But the proof of his erection tenting those pants assured her that that was exactly what he was going to give her. He’d do far more than fill her, he’d give her an edge of pleasure she’d only suspected existed.
“Why tonight?” she asked, her fingers clenching in the blankets beneath her as his gaze went over her. “Why wait ’til now, Falcon?”
Why ambush her without warning? Why wait until they were in her home, in her bed, in a place where he’d haunt her for the rest of her life?
His gaze moved to her breasts, her heavier breathing rough, lifting her breasts against her gown and rasping her tender nipples against it. The quick, hard breaths had his expression turning positively carnal.
“I actually thought I’d just braid your hair,” he replied, his voice deeper. “That I’d be satisfied with just touching you for a moment, then I could return to my own bed once again, just as I always have before.”
She couldn’t breathe. She had no idea how to handle Falcon like this. She’d never seen him like this. He wasn’t teasing and subtly asking permission. He was confident, powerful and aroused, and he wasn’t asking anymore.
“Why?” She could barely push the word past her lips.
He didn’t even bother to try to hide the tenting of his pants as his cock pointed toward her, long and thick, holding her attention despite that inner voice screaming at her to run.
Oh yes, he was going to give her more than she’d ever had before and she wasn’t certain how she’d survive once it was over, once he and Raeg left her life forever.
He was suddenly far more than she was certain she could handle, and not just physically.
“I dream of all that long, pretty hair,” he told her. “Of holding it back and watching those pretty, pouty lips parting for my cock. That’s why I braid it so loosely. That way, I’ll be able to thread my fingers in it and show you how the slightest, firm little tugs against it could increase your pleasure if I ever managed to convince you to let me fuck those pretty lips.”
Lust slammed into her senses, not simply arousal. Pure. White hot. It struck her womb with a force that stole her breath.
“I love brushing your hair because the feel of it is a memory I can pull up as I jack off thinking about it.” His voice was hoarse now, guttural. The sound combined with the explicit words drugged her senses so fast, so deep, she was dazed. “Imagining the feel of your lips, your hot little mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, moaning and sucking me, your face dazed with the hunger to taste me.”
Her breathing was harsh now, labored, as she slid to the edge of the bed and reached out, pulling at the elastic band of his pants and easing them over the hard shaft before Falcon discarded them completely. After stepping from the pants he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of the broad shaft, tightening on it as a drop of creamy moisture eased past the tiny slit on top the crest.
The dark, flared head pulsed. Thick, ropey veins throbbed along the shaft, and Summer knew the fight was over. She’d lost the battle to keep her heart from being shattered, if they survived Dragovich.
“Take the gown off,” he demanded.
