“It seems we’re both trapped in a prison,” she said softly, “even outside these walls.”
“It seems we are.”
Her gaze slid back to the opal, but this close, all he could see and feel and smell was her. Her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths, and when water rippled near the tips of her breasts—her bare breasts—he realized the towel had slipped to her waist, and that she hadn’t stopped it.
“What would you do if you only had a few days left, Nasir?”
Spend them with you. The thought came out of nowhere, slammed into him, and stole his breath. Beneath the water, his dick tightened to painful levels. “I would make them matter.”
Dark lashes fluttered against her creamy skin as she looked up. “I would too.”
A thousand words hovered between them. Questions and answers he didn’t want to voice. But only one thing registered. Only one thing mattered.
He eased forward until his chest brushed the tips of her bare, enticing breasts. Lust, white-hot and overwhelming, arced between them, encouraged him. She didn’t ease away. Instead, her hands landed gently on his biceps, and her fingernails dug into his skin in such a deliciously wicked way, blood pounded in his cock.
“If I had only a few days left,” he whispered, “I would want to spend them pleasuring you.”
Approval flared hot in her gaze, and her nails dug in deeper to pull him even closer. So close her legs opened and her thighs brushed the outsides of his.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I would want that too.”
They weren’t talking in hypotheticals anymore. And knowing she—maybe even he—likely did only have a few days left, he intended to give her exactly what they both wanted.
He closed his arms around her, drawing her tight to his chest, then lowered his mouth to within an inch of hers. “Let me pleasure you, Kavin.”
Chapter Nine
She smelled like vanilla and honey.
Nasir wasn’t sure if it was her perfume or shampoo or what, but he loved the scent. And the soft, supple feel of her bare breasts pressing against his chest.
He waited, wanting…needing…her approval before this went any further. And when she whispered the word yes and lifted her mouth to his, victory ricocheted through him.
His mouth lowered to hers. Warmth and life tingled beneath his lips. Her fingers slid into his hair, then she tipped her head. And when he licked at the seam of her mouth, she opened without hesitation. Let him in. Gave him his first taste of something rich and exotic and hypnotizing.
Someone moaned. He wasn’t sure if it was her or him, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was the slick wetness of her mouth, the way her tongue languidly stroked his, the way her breasts tickled his chest.
“Kavin…” He lifted one hand to cup her face, to tip her head the other way so he could kiss her more deeply. So he could taste another inch of her.
She scooted closer, more fully onto his lap, until the heat of her bare sex rested against his fly. The towel fell from her body to float in the water behind her. And everywhere, her heat consumed him. Entranced him. Overwhelmed him.
His lips slid from her mouth to her jaw, then trailed hot kisses across to her ear. She sifted her other hand into his hair, groaned, and tipped her head, offering more. Offering anything he wanted. And the way she rocked against his lap, rubbing against his throbbing cock, nearly did him in.
He wanted to hear her pleasure, wanted to feel it himself. He lowered his head, cupped her right breast, then lifted it toward his mouth. She answered by easing back just enough, then moaned all over again as his tongue brushed her wet, tight nipple.
“Nasir…” Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her hips pushed against his again.
He licked all around the areola, then drew her breast into his mouth, suckling as he’d wanted to do, until she dropped her head back and moaned long and low in ecstasy.
Blood rushed to his groin. Sent a blinding desire roaring through his veins. With one arm locked around her waist, he pushed out of the water and moved for the steps. Setting her down on the edge of the bath, he laid her out on the cool tiles and moved to her other breast.
She was responsive in ways he didn’t expect. Passionate in ways he couldn’t predict. As he continued to lick and nibble and revel in the sounds she made, something in his chest broke open wide. A part of himself he’d closed off when Talah had died.
He didn’t want to examine what was happening to him. Didn’t want to think. He just wanted to feel.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mumbled as he slid his lips from her breast to her stomach, tracing a line of wet kisses to her belly button. “I want to taste more of you. I want to taste all of you.”
She drew in a sharp breath. Pushed up on her elbows and braced her feet on the steps beneath him. When he nudged her knees apart, she didn’t stop him, but he felt her gaze on him. And when he moved his mouth lower, across her belly, he looked up and watched her eyes widen and darken with lust.
A jolt of arousal sent his pulse skipping. He looked down at her body laid out before him, at the triangle of red curls, then lower to her sex, already glistening with her arousal.
He palmed her breast with his right hand, slid the other down her belly, and parted her with his fingers. Then groaned long and low when he finally saw all of her.
Pink. Wet. So damn tempting it was all he could do not to rip off his pants and drive into her.
She sucked in a breath. Held very still while he looked his fill. As a jarriah in training, he knew she’d likely been instructed—at least academically—in all manners of pleasure. But from the hesitation on her face, he was sure this was the first time anyone had seen her. Knew this was going to be the first time anyone touched her. And the knowledge of that sent a thrill through every inch of his body.
He lowered his head and, slowly, stroked his tongue up her cleft. Then groaned all over again when he reached the swollen nub of her clit and she shuddered.
“Nasir…” Her head dropped back. Instinct took hold. She lifted her hips, seeking more.
He did it again, this time circling her clit with his tongue and finally suckling until her whole body trembled.
“Oh…”
“Feel me, rouhi. Feel me licking you. Tasting you. Feel me pleasuring you with my mouth.”
She moaned. Lifted her hips again and again while he lapped at her. And, as her arousal grew, he felt it everywhere. In his cock. In his skin. In his soul.
He pinched her nipple as he circled and swirled. Lowering his other hand, he brushed his fingers against her sex. She was wet and dripping. And so very hot. He wanted nothing more than to slide inside her, feel her clench around his fingers, but didn’t want to do anything to give her master a reason to take her from him. At least not yet.
“Let go, rouhi.” He blew hot against her mound, rolled her nipple. “Let go and come for me.”
She gasped. Tightened her muscles. Panted on the verge of blinding ecstasy. He lowered his mouth to her clit once more and suckled as he continued to tease her breasts. As he drove her wild with his fingers. With his lips. With his tongue.
Her whole body tensed, and she cried out. And as her release consumed her, he rode it with her, licking her gently, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could, enjoying it through her, in a way he’d never known before.
She fell back against the tiles, twitched from the aftermath. Lifting his head, he looked up her gorgeous body to make sure she was okay. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her skin was slicked with sweat, her eyes still closed, her cheeks flushed and hot. But when a slow smile began to curl her tempting lips, he knew she wasn’t just okay. She was sated and relaxed, enjoying a satisfying post-orgasmic glow.