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His grin is broad again and he leans forward sharply, nibbling at my throat and sending a jolt through me at the sensation of his pointed teeth. My fingers stutter to a halt on his shirt, and he makes a rather satisfied hum as his lips and teeth drag along my skin.
“No fair,” I whisper as my eyes slip shut, before I push him suddenly away from me and make an effort on his buttons again. “I was doing something, thank you.”
When I flick open his shirt, I take a long moment to stare. He’s just as chiseled and lean as I remember, with a soft blue glow beating through one side of his broad chest, a lightly defined stomach, and gorgeous narrow hips that disappear beneath mine. He has a light dusting of silver curls at the center of his white chest, and a thin trail that peeks up from his belt and makes its way towards his bellybutton.
I take a soft breath in, noticing the heat inside me intensify just by looking at him, and without even realizing it, I lift a hand to the center of his chest. The short curls here are a little less silky than the hair on his head, and I find myself liking it. It’s…masculine, the hard feel of his pecs so different to anything on my own body, so very male.
“I like the way you look at me,” he says quietly.
“I like the way you look,” I reply without thought, and when I hear the words in the air between us, I wonder if I actually said that, or if someone else has taken over my body.
It must be someone else here, not the Ana Martin I know, because when I lift my hands to the hem of my shirt and tug it up over my head, I don’t even feel a little shy. All I can see is Vahadr, the gorgeous lines of his pale body and the way the heat in his gaze suddenly intensifies at the sight of me in my bra.
I like the way he looks at me, too.
“Do all Zvezdi have glowing hearts?” I ask, and the strange woman now in charge leans down to press a kiss over the blue light, feeling the steady thump-thump as it beats through his skin and onto my lips, while his hand slips up to grasp the base of my neck.
“Yes.”
When I look back at his face, I see that his jaw is ticking, and his eyes are darting between my breasts and my lips.
“Come here,” he says, and his normally smooth voice has a definite husk to it now as he slowly draws me close.
“Wait,” I say, and when he stills I bring his hand that’s resting at my thigh up to draw along my back. “Take my bra off first.”
