Knowing she trusted me to take her weapons surprised me even more.
My gaze never strayed from her face as I moved my hands up her thighs to the top of her pants. Sasha feathered her fingers up my arms, her touch sending sparks through my entire body as I unfastened her pants and pulled them down her tan legs. Seeing her lying in front of me in black lace panties made me crazy.
It was bordering on impossible to take this slow.
But I wanted to savor her.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I massaged her calves, opening her legs as I ran my hands farther up her body. When I reached her knees, I tightened my grip and tugged her down the bed toward me. She gasped as I kissed along the seam of her panties. I smiled against her, catching the scent of her excitement as my fingers slid between the lace and her warmth. My lips brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh and her fingers tangled in the back of my hair.
Need coursed through my entire body. I couldn’t wait a second longer. I needed to hear her moan, to give herself to me. A growl rumbled in the back of my throat as I ripped the elastic at her hip and pushed the remains of her underwear out of my way so I could taste her.
Her hips tilted up, and she pulled at my hair. My erection throbbed almost painful inside my jeans. My tongue slid through her folds, and I groaned into her. I would never get enough of her. I was addicted from the first taste. Her hands fisted in the back of my hair as I toyed with her, using my lips while I freed myself from my jeans. I ran my hands up her legs, placing them over my shoulders, while I fed off of her passion.
“Aren, I’m almost… Oh, yes!”
I moaned against her, teasing her with my tongue until her entire body shuddered in ecstasy.
Kissing her inner thigh, I peered up at her face while she struggled to catch her breath. When her eyes met mine, she started to smile, a sexy, exhausted grin. I already wanted to make her come again.
“Stand up,” she whispered.
I obliged, bringing her legs up with me.
Sasha laughed and wriggled free. Then her eyes moved over me, and her laughter faded away. She sat up on the edge of the bed and very lightly stroked her fingers along my raging erection until it was dancing in her hand.
She slid her fingers up under my shirt. “I need you naked.”
I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. Her lips parted, and her hungry gaze made parts of me incredibly impatient. If she didn’t touch me soon, I was going to lose it. She finally met my eyes as she ran her fingers up the backs of my legs, her nails lightly scratching my sensitive skin.
She stood up, her hands smoothing over every taut muscle until her arms were around my neck. Our lips met in a desperate, urgent kiss. I crushed her body to mine, enjoying her full breasts pressed against my chest.
Sasha moaned into my mouth as I slid my hands down her back. I lifted her and her legs clasped around my waist. I brushed against her, my body tense and eager. She was warm and wet and so welcoming. I laid her on the bed, entering her as her back rested against the sheets. Her body fit around mine perfectly.
Like she was made for me.
Kissing my way down her neck, her fingers gripped the back of my hair as our hips ground together. I growled against her skin when my name left her lips and brought my hand up to cup her breast. I took her nipple into my mouth and her back arched, offering herself to me while I struggled to keep my thrusts slow and deep. It was a delicious torture.
I wanted to make love to her all night, and at the same time it would be easy to slam into her until I came so hard I never recovered.
Passion lined her features as I teased her nipple, circling it with my tongue. Her gaze was on fire, locked on me when I moved to her other breast. I felt her nails rake down my back, her hands tightening on my ass, urging me even deeper inside of her.
My lips pressed fevered kisses up her neck until my mouth was just above hers, our eyes latched on one another, our bodies one.
“Not yet,” I whispered, my lips brushing against hers.
She brought her long legs up, wrapping them around my waist. “I can’t…” she gasped.
Her muscles started to tighten around me as I worked into her harder and faster, never breaking eye contact. Half of me expected her to close her eyes, to shut me out of this moment, but she didn’t.
We crested the wave of pleasure together, her orgasm pulling me over with her until I erupted deep inside the warmth of her body. We finally kissed, her moans echoing my own as aftershocks rocked through our bodies.
I rested my head on her chest, closing my eyes and drinking in the sound of her heartbeat while her fingers slid back through my hair. The words “I love you” were on the tip of my tongue, so I couldn’t trust myself to open my mouth. Instead, I held her close and wished we could stay in this moment forever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sasha
I lay underneath Aren, stroking the back of his neck with my fingertips and doing my best to bask in the afterglow. His words still echoed in my mind. Could it be more than instinct that made him want me? I hadn’t made being with me easy on him by a long shot. Was he really here in my arms because he enjoyed my company?
And how did I feel?
Now that was a horrifying question. Somewhere along the way I allowed myself to feel again. What happened to “just this once”?
I kissed his hair and closed my eyes. My mind screamed at me to reinforce the carefully crafted wall around my emotions. There was too much at stake to risk losing my heart, too.
Darrien Fonthill lurked out there somewhere, hunting me and searching for Nadya. Hadn’t I learned anything from trusting Sebastian? Adam could be handing Nadya over to Fonthill with the understanding he leave the Pack alone and get out of Reno.
Aren lifted his head and turned those gorgeous, dark green eyes on me. “Your heart is racing.”
“Just thinking I should be doing something to protect my sister instead of indulging my animal urges.”
I waited for anger or frustration, but instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me. “You should cut yourself a little slack, don’t you think?” His thumb brushed along my temple. “He doesn’t know where we are. Nadya is safe on the ranch with Adam and half our Pack. You’re not going to be able to help her if you don’t ever rest.”
I stared up into his eyes. “Want the truth?”
He nodded. “Always.”
“I promised myself I’d keep this physical between us. Things get complicated when emotions come into play.” I swallowed my anxiety. “I can’t fall for you, Aren. I won’t. I swore I’d never…” I closed my eyes, unable to face the weight of his stare. “I’ll never put myself in a position where someone can fill my head and heart with lies and hurt me. I learned. I have the scar and a tattoo to remind me.”
His lips brushed my forehead. “Look at me.” I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingers traced my jawline. “Just be with me. That’s all. I don’t have an agenda or a time frame. If it takes fifty years to break down that wall, I’ll be there.” He smiled, and my heart fluttered. “You’ll have to Taser me and run to get away.”
A grin snuck up on me. “I’m not going to Taser you. Never again.”
His eyes sparkled. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” He kissed me, his tongue finding mine in a comforting caress, warming me all the way down to my toes. When he drew back he rested his forehead against mine. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”