He kissed her tenderly. Slow, but with a dangerous heat.
Nicole sank into him. His arms – those steady, incredible arms – wrapped around her as his tongue stroked, hot and deep over hers, and a snarl of pleasure stirred at the back of his throat.
His hand ran up her naked back and into the dripping dark shapes of her hair as his tongue seared her mouth and deepened the kiss. She gripped his slick shoulders to keep him close and crush her hips to his.
But she wanted to look at him.
Nicole pulled back enough, blinking against the hot spray of water, and located the soap, while he stood, powerful andready—
Every inch of his body was muscle and every inch of hers responded to the sight. The decadent chest with its fascinating swirls of dark hair that she wanted to trace endlessly.
And then the most secret part that made her swallow hard.
The large size. The proud detail.
She focused on soaping her hands so she didn’t stare and reached up to stroke them over his chest. It shuddered under her touch, muscles shifting. The wide pecs, the uneven, deep groove of his muscled stomach. His arousal shifted against her stomach as she moved lower.
She was careful to stroke away the blood where Logan had tried to take him from her. Most of it had washed away, but the sight had been seared into her memory. Her teeth clamped together at the reminder, recalling the flash of the blade, the deep, cruel drive—
Kyan stroked his thumb across her mouth to soothe the little snarl she hadn’t realised she’d made, and she looked up to find a small smile on his lips.
‘Mo ghrá,’ he murmured.
She blinked. ‘What does that mean?’
He paused, seemed torn. Tortured. ‘I’ll show you.’ His knuckles stroked her stomach, slowly going lower.
Her breathing near stopped. He watched her parted mouth, then paused.
‘Don’t you dare stop,’ she said.
A smile lifted his lips as his hand slipped between her legs.
Nicole sucked in a breath as he palmed her. Stroked. She nearly cried with relief at the bliss, at how her body went limp. He stroked as he bent to kiss her and her hands roamed over his body, reaching up to grip his hair as her breath turned choppy.
He growled and nipped her mouth.
And then one of his thick fingers slowly pushed inside in a way that had a scream of pleasure trapped behind her teeth.
Her vision turned to stars.
‘Don’t smother yourself,’ Kyan growled.
He pulled out slightly and her body moved with him, seeking him, the sudden feeling of emptiness too much.
‘Let me hear you,’ he said against her mouth, the words a nearly broken plea. ‘I’ve been waiting to hear you.’
She scrunched her eyes shut. ‘God, Kyan—’
‘That’s it.’
‘I thought about you at night,’ she whispered. ‘When I shouldn’t have. When I couldn’t do anything about it and it got me so—’
‘Tell me,’ he rasped.
She gripped his wet hair desperately, her other hand reaching for where his arousal strained between them.
He shuddered as her fingers closed around him, his hiss of relief whispered over her mouth as she tested his weight and width in her hand. Heavy and hot.
