Therian Promise(16)

Her nipples tingled, her bra gently rasping as he slid her up and down on his thigh. Her core felt tight yet liquid, ready for more than a kiss. Aching desire sped her pulse and heated her blood, making her anxious and needful.

His tongue teased its way past her lips as his fingers traced her spine. She took her cue from him, exploring with cautious abandon. He was hot and hard everywhere she touched and not just with her hands. The unmistakable ridge of his erection pressed into her belly, assuring her this was more than just distracting for him.

Taking the kiss deeper, he echoed the sensual rhythm of their hips with the possessive stroke of his tongue. One of his hands grasped her bottom, maintaining the steady rocking, as his other unfastened her bra. She murmured a protest against his lips as his hand slipped beneath the loosened material and cupped her breast. He teased her nipple with his thumb while his fingers gently massaged her fullness.

This was more than just a kiss, far more than a simple distraction. The ache between her thighs became a distinct pulse and her clit seemed to echo her heartbeat. She arched into the next rotation, pressing hard against his thigh. He pinched her nipple and the sharp sensation zinged down to her clit. She gasped, inadvertently separating their lips as the tension wound even tighter.

He lifted her to the rock and tossed her bra aside. Sunlight touched her breasts for a moment before his lips closed around one nipple and his hand covered the other. Her skin tingled and warmed, her desire for him burning hotter than the sun.

This was insane. She’d never been this turned-on before and they’d done little more than kiss. He latched on to her breast, the slow, demanding suction accentuating the persistent throb between her thighs. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and she pressed herself deeper into his mouth.

What he was doing felt good, but she needed his kiss. Wanted the slide of his tongue against hers and the intoxication of his taste. Grasping his face between her hands, she drew him up until his mouth hovered over hers. His gaze burned into hers, but his lips remained just out of reach.

“Say it.” The demand was firm yet whisper soft. “Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me.”

As soon as the words passed her lips, he pulled her forward and wrapped her legs around his waist. She clutched his back as his mouth claimed hers in a starkly sexual kiss. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking a bolder penetration.

Her skin came alive with tingling heat, over-sensitized yet pleasurable. His hands moved over her back and arms, drawing the tingles into her chest. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel the sizzling currents he stirred within her.

He tore his mouth away from hers and they both gasped. Hot tendrils of energy flowed from her into him as pleasure radiated through her body. She shivered and groaned, clutching his back with her arms and his waist with her legs.

Leaning forward, he braced her against the rock without releasing her from his embrace. “Are you all right?”

She nodded then rested her head on his shoulder, not quite ready to disentangle her body from his. It had felt similar to an orgasm yet distinctly different too. She still felt sort of muddled. “Did you take enough?”

He chuckled, his breath stirring her hair. “Are you offering more?”

Easing back just far enough to look into his eyes, she used their closeness to hide her naked breasts. “No. I just want to make sure this was worth it.”

His brows arched at the subtle slur but amusement gleamed in his green eyes. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”

“There better not be a next time.” She wasn’t sure why she kept challenging him. He’d done nothing to deserve her attitude, but the impulse popped into her mind before logic could temper the reaction.

“You don’t need to piss me off.” He grasped her hips and rubbed his erection against her sex, gaze narrowed and bright. “Just say the word. I’ll be glad to finish what we started.”

“I’m sorry.” She unhooked her ankles and started to scoot back, but he caught her knees and kept her pelvis flush with his.

“If you’re ready for more, we might be able to get the hell out of here.”

She stilled, painfully aware of her hardened nipples and flushed skin. “What do you mean?”

“If you’re willing to keep going, I should be able to trigger another spike like the one that brought us here.”

“Or I might teleport us to Antarctica.”

“You’re no longer in danger.” He swept his hand down her arm but his gaze remained on her face. “If I help steady the surge, all you’ll have to do is visualize the destination.”