He growled—actually growled—and shoved his pants down.
Oh. My. God.She’d felt the presence of his erection often enough to know that he was large, but knowing that and seeing the long thick shaft spring free were two very different things. His cock was the same deep green as the rest of him, covered with the same small nubs as the rest of his skin. Golden liquid pearled on the wide tip, making her stomach clench with a primal need she hadn’t known she possessed.
He stroked his hand along his cock and she watched, mesmerized, as another bead of fluid gathered at the tip.
“Your scent changes when you’re aroused.” His voice was a low, intimate rumble. “It is all I can do not to lose control.”
“Then don’t control yourself.”
“Corinne—”
“Please, Selik. I’m not as fragile as I look.”
She held out a hand, and he bent over her, kissing her deeply. He tugged at her tunic, and she sat up enough for him to pull it over her head, leaving her in only her panties.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, tracing the line of her collarbone with one finger. “So incredibly beautiful.”
She wanted to protest that she was too old, too soft, too human, but the words died in her throat at the reverence in his expression. He looked at her as if she were the most fascinatingthing he had ever seen, his gaze moving from her face to her breasts and back again with an intensity that made her skin feel tight and hot.
His hands came up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over the hard peaks. A soft gasp escaped her as pleasure shot through her. He circled the sensitive tips with his thumbs, and she arched against him, wanting more.
“You like that?”
“I… yes,” she managed.
“You like it when I touch you.” His tail slid along her inner thigh, the tip stroking sensitive skin. “You like it when my tail touches you.”
“God, yes.”
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of him, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the texture of his tongue against her sensitive flesh—she cried out, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders as pleasure washed over her in waves. He growled against her skin, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that left her trembling.
“Selik, please.”
“Please what, s’kara?”
“I don’t know. Everything. Just… more.”
He chuckled, a low, intimate sound that made her toes curl. “Patience is a virtue.”
“I’ve been patient for a very long time,” she retorted.
That earned her another soft laugh. “So you have.”
His tail slid higher, the tip brushing against the wet silk of her panties. She gasped as jolts of pleasure shot through her.
“Please,” she begged. “Touch me. Inside.”
“As you wish.”
He hooked one finger in the fabric and tugged. The panties ripped like tissue paper. She should have been embarrassed, but the raw hunger in his expression erased any trace of self-consciousness. He stroked her with one long finger, exploring her folds with a thoroughness that left her breathless.
“You are so wet for me,” he murmured. “So ready.”
She could only whimper in response as he found that sensitive bundle of nerves and circled it with the tip of his finger. Her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he was offering.
He shifted, spreading her wider. Another finger joined the first, stretching her slowly while his thumb continued to work that sensitive spot. Pleasure built inside her, a tightening coil of heat that promised an explosive release. His mouth returned to her breasts, alternating between the two, driving her higher and higher until she was writhing on the conference table, completely lost to sensation.
“Selik,” she gasped. “Please. I need?—”
