She arched up into his touch. Her tongue flitting out to lick her lips.
Damning himself to hell, he stood and scooped her into his arms.
Confusion flashed over her face. “What are you?—?”
“Not on the bed.” The temptation was far too great. No way could he control himself from going too far if they were both on the bed. He wasn’t a man used to denying himself anything, but this was too important for him to screw it up with a lack of self-control. Already his cock was like a steel rod against the fastening of his trousers.
He strode into her living area. Setting her on her feet, he pushed her toward the back of the sofa. Maybe if he couldn’t see all the expressions flitting across her face or her gorgeous breasts, he had a chance to control himself.
He bent her over the back of the sofa. And stared at the smooth golden skin of her back, the delicate knobs of her spine and her damn fine ass lifted up to him. That sexy diamond-scale pattern traced over her shoulder blades and her lower back.
His cock throbbed. Okay, not better at all. But deep down he knew nothing much was going to help him. He liked every part of Nissa Sander, from what was on the outside to what was on the inside.
When she reached an arm back, trying to grab him, he caught her wrist. He moved behind her, pressing her arms out along the back of the sofa. She arched her back, her bare breasts bobbing in front of her and her ass pushing back against him. A groan tangled in his throat.
“No.” His voice sounded like rusty nails on steel. “I’ll touch you. But you won’t touch me and I will not fuck you.”
She writhed. “Justyn?—”
“No. You really would hate me, but I’ll help you, Nissa. I promise.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to the elegant sweep of her shoulder blade. “I’ll always help you, whatever you need.”
“Yes.” The word hissed out of her.
The skin on her back was smooth and that delicious honey-golden color. He traced a path down her spine, luxuriating in thetaste of her, taking his time to lick over her patterned skin. If only things were different…
Justyn stopped thinking and focused on her. He let one hand drift over her right hand. He tugged it back, his fingers on hers. He dragged her own fingers down the outside of her thigh.
She was making incoherent cries, her entire body trembling. Her other hand gripped the sofa, clenching it tightly.
“It burns,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder.
He looked up the sleek length of her. Her yellow eyes were glittering with her burning need. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll make it better.”
She bucked against him. “It’s getting worse.” Another choked cry. “I feel so empty inside, as though the flames are eating everything.”
He moved her fingers up the firm length of her thigh. He brushed them over one firm buttock, then through the crease between them. She jerked and then he was slipping her hand around the front of her body, down, down, until they found the plump, wet lips of her sex.
She went wild. Her hips jerking against the sofa.
He used her fingers on her clit, stroked it, circled it. “Is that where you need it?”
“Yes.Yes.”
She was so damned beautiful, her skin flushed with desire, but a lump formed in his gut and he mentally cursed Lady Curiosity to hell. This wasn’t how he wanted Nissa. He could be anyone to her right now, nothing more than just a convenient male to help slake the chemically-induced lust.
“More.” Nissa moved insistently against both their hands.
He pushed one of her fingers inside her. Jesus, he knew she’d be tight and hot and wet.
An inarticulate sound tore from her throat. She was riding their joined hands now, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
“More.” She reared up, reaching back, her free hand clutching his hair. She yanked his head forward and her mouth slammed against his.
He tried to pull back. Well, he thought about it, at least. For about a millisecond. Then he was kissing her back, pulling the honey taste of her into his mouth. His tongue slid into her mouth, mimicking the movement of their hands.
Then she pulled back. “More, Justyn.Please.”
