“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
Dagan let out a hoarse chuckle, his eyes wandering down her T-shirt clad body. “Look who’s talking.”
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt. Without further preamble, he slid the cotton fabric over her hips, revealing a hint of her mound. His breath hitched, letting her know just how much the sight affected him. Slowly, he moved the fabric further up, past her stomach, over her breasts. When she raised her arms, he pulled it over her head. It flew across the room to join his shirt, leaving her wholly bare before him.
“Damn.” The strangled word sounded like a prayer coming from his lips.
Though she’d never thought herself particularly beautiful before, something in his gaze made her feel that way now. His eyes trailed down past the rosy tips of her nipples, and suddenly the chest she’d dismissed as too flat didn’t seem that way anymore.
“Lina, you are beyond beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” The hint of worship in his expression left no doubt as to the veracity of his words.
“So touch me.” Because if she had to wait another moment to feel his hands on her once again, she might just implode.
As if he sensed her emotions, Dagan exploded into action. He snatched her into his arms, his lips slanting over hers. She threw her arms around his neck, and when his tongue thrust deep into her mouth she sucked it in, tangling her own around it. She was dimly aware of him flipping them around twice and, a moment later, he bent to gently deposit her on the soft brown suede of the battered, worn-out couch.
Good thinking.
Though it was only steps away, right now the bedroom seemed like another continent. Besides, why waste a perfectly good couch?
His hands trailed all along her body, tugging her damp hair to the side before cupping her breast. She arched into his touch as she slid her hands through his silky hair, then down his heated back. His rigid muscles contracted against her fingers, letting her know he was every bit as sensitive to touch as she was.
When he tugged his mouth from hers and trailed kisses down her throat, she undulated against him. Hell, had she ever been this turned on before? How could she possibly survive this?
The heat of his mouth closed over one of her breasts, and she let out a soft, deep moan. When his hand trailed between her thighs, brushing past the tight patch of curls to dip into the sweet honey of her desire, it was all she could do not to pop up off the couch.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Hmm…” He moved his mouth to her other breast, his silky tongue pleasuring her sensitive flesh before he murmured, “I’m right here.”
Not nearly close enough.
Before she could further protest, he slid down her body, parting her legs and hooking one over the couch, the other over his shoulder. He didn’t give her a moment to protest, but rather speared her moist, delicate flesh with his hot, demanding tongue.
“Holy shit.” After years of celibacy, years in which she’d barely even thought of sex, the feel of him feasting on her sensitive skin almost sent her right over the edge. For the first time in a very long time, she pushed aside her fears, ignored the demons in her head that said she shouldn’t allow herself to feel pleasure and simply enjoyed the amazing sensation of Dagan’s silky tongue, of his soft hair brushing the insides of her thighs. She tangled her fingers in his hair and rode out the wave of pleasure that overtook her, tearing a soft cry from her throat.
“Damn,” Dagan uttered, tearing away from her with a groan. “You might just be the death of me.”
Easy for him to say, when her whole body felt like it was on fire.
“Come here.” Her voice sounded husky even to her own ears. She tugged on his hair, urging him up closer to her, and when he rose on his knees, his sweatpants gaped at the knotted waist, displaying just a hint of the thick, hard cock she so longed to hold in her hands.
Fuck it. She was done waiting.
She tore at the knot, ripping the fabric in her haste to get it off him.
“Lina.” He put his hands over hers, stopping her. “No.”
She stated up at him, disbelieving. “No?”
He winced, looking tortured. “We can’t. The bomb. It’s too dangerous.”
Oh, damn. How could she have forgotten, even for a second?
“Shit.” She dropped her hands and scooted as far back on the couch as she could. “You shouldn’t even be near me, Dagan.”
Dagan sat beside her and closed his arms around her. “Stop, Lina. You’re not a pariah. It’s you I’m worried about. Not me.”
She shook her head, trying to dislodge his arms, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he whispered.