“God, Mina. You’re making it really hard for me to say no.”
“Then don’t,” she replied, then gave a little grin. “I like that I’m making it hard.”
She bumped his erection with her thigh again, and Kiah choked on the chuckle rising in his throat. Trust Mina to make him laugh at a time like this.
“You wretch,” he said, his arms tightening around her waist against his best intentions. “You’re leading me astray.”
Her laughter was soft, sultry. “I’m trying my best, but you’re stubborn. It’s like leading a mule.”
His amusement faded, and he lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. “If we do sleep together tonight, and want to again, it can only be for these couple of days while Granny and Charm are gone.”
She was still smiling, enticing him closer, as she nodded. “Yes. The last thing I need is disapproving looks from Miss Pearl, or having to explain to Charm why I’m coming out of your room.”
Besides, for her it was just for the experience, not the potentially life-altering event Kiah suspected it would be for him.
His brain tried once more to tell him not to risk it, that making love to Mina wasn’t safe, or even sane. But her fingers were moving on his nape, making goose bumps fire down his back. And she shifted on his lap, her scent rising to fill his head, driving out all thought of anything other than her and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as his head was dipping, the words coming out when their lips were almost touching.
And she replied by closing that gap, and his brain short-circuited with that first, glorious kiss.
There was no time for contemplation, for further worry about whether what they were doing was right or wrong. All Mina could feel was Kiah’s kiss.
The vibration into her lips, as he growled low in his throat.
The movement of mouth on mouth, and the sweep of his tongue, seeking entrance.
She didn’t just invite the deepening of the kiss, she demanded it, welcoming it with the kind of ferocity she didn’t know herself capable of.
This was no tender seduction. Not on either side.
Instead, it had all the explosive power of a lightning storm. The inexorable flood of a tsunami.
He pulled her closer so she felt the pounding of his heart against her breasts, the thrust of his erection now beneath her thighs. Twining her arms around his neck, she strained against him, ravenous for his touch.
His lips left hers and found her throat. The sound that broke from her was one she’d never heard before: rife with need and delight, a symphony of desire.
“Last chance, Mina. Stop me now if you’re not sure.”
She tried to laugh, but it stuck in her chest, held there by the immensity of her arousal.
“I want you.” She finally got the words out, but they were choppy, born on her labored breathing. “I need you, Kiah.”
“Ah, sweet girl. My sweet girl. Come to my bed.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
Now things settled, became almost calm. Not her racing heart or skyrocketing need, but the admission of mutual desire gave them reprieve from the rush of desperation.
He rose and set her gently on her feet, standing for a moment in front of her, his dark eyes mysterious and probing. Then he turned and led her down the corridor, and into his bedroom.
She reached for him, but he held her arms, his gaze traveling along her body, sparking reactions wherever it settled. Her breasts tingled, nipples tightening further into aching points. Goose bumps rose across her belly, and her legs trembled.
Slowly, oh-so slowly he undressed her, his hands skimming her flesh, his breath harsh and growing faster with each piece of clothing that fell away. Under his rapt focus, she blossomed, felt beautiful in a way she’d never experienced before. There was no need for words between them. Not now. Not when he looked at her as though she were the most precious woman in the world.
And she didn’t feel self-conscious when she was naked and he was still clothed. Rather, she felt eager, bold and powerful.
It was her turn, then. And she took her time, both from necessity and desire. Unbuttoning his shirt single-handed, sweeping across his chest and then one shoulder at a time to ease it away, unreasonably pleased when he shivered and his eyes drifted closed.
She got his pants undone, too, and reached into his briefs to grip the hard length of him in her hand, making him groan and, this time, shudder.
“You’ll have to help me with the rest,” she whispered, not letting go or ceasing the motion of her hand, fascinated by the feel of him, his obvious pleasure.
He grasped her wrist, and she looked up, only to be snared by the heat in his eyes.
“You need to stop, Mina. You’re making me crazy.”
“I want to.”
“You’re bad. But I want to return the favor.”
He tugged her in close, kissed her until her head swam and her legs were like jelly. How they ended up on the bed, she wasn’t sure; she only knew he was touching and kissing her in ways that blew her mind and sent her body soaring.
Making love with Kiah was everything she’d imagined it would be, and so much more.
More intense.
More arousing.
More satisfying.
He set her aflame, then made that fire into an inferno only he could douse.
She found herself arching, pleading, opening herself to his fingers and lips in the most wanton, beautiful of ways.
When she lost control, it was with joyous abandon, welcoming the ceding of power to his touch, without even a hint of shame or fear.
Now the desperation was back, and she pulled him close, wrapping her legs around him, urging him to fill her, to take her back to that place of ecstasy.
“Mina, wait,” he said. “We need to use protection.”
With a little growl, she loosened her grip on him, and said, “Hurry.”
She lay there, watching him sheath himself,
