Janis sat on the other loveseat and bent her knees, placing her hands on them.
“Nicolas, I know you think I’m your mate, but I can assure you I’m not.” She gave him a gentle smile, not wanting to hurt him.
“Ok, do it.”
“What?” No, no, no she didn’t want to convince him that someone else was his mate not her.
“Assure me that you’re not my mate.”
What did you say to a man when he said something like that to you? Janis found herself casting around for words to say. She never thought he would challenge her statement.
“Ok. We haven’t known each other long enough to even think that could be possible. You only think you want me because you saved my life.”
He stood and walked over to her. “You have such small, beautiful hands.”
He picked up her small hand and examined each finger before moving to her palm. Tracing the patterns there, he watched her chest rise and fall.
“Can you feel my touch, Janis?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out slightly breathless. She felt the joy of his touch move through her. Again the sensation of pleasure and not pain had her wanting to throw herself at him.
“Good.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel me, Janis?”
“Yes.” She managed to get out without choking. “I definitely feel you.”
“Then we can do away with the word think. I want you. Do you know how many other women have been in my house? How many have been in my room, touching my intimately?”
“Every woman in her right mind?” Her hand was still pressed against his thick bulge. She was burning in the most pleasurable way. She wanted to wrap her hands around him. Stroke him.
The wave of jealousy she felt at the thought of other women was unreasonable. She knew that, but it came anyway. She’d hurt anyone who tried to touch him as long as she was around, even though she wasn’t his mate.
“None. Not one woman, Janis. I didn’t invite you here by mistake. Now, for your first statement. Time. How much time do you think it takes to know the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? Tell me when you met me you weren’t immediately drawn to me. Tell me when you met my eyes all those months ago, you didn’t run because of the overwhelming need you felt to be with me. Tell me something I can believe, Janis.”
She closed her eyes, trying to deny his words. She’d convinced herself it had been her imagination. She’d been so confused, she locked the memory up and forgot about it until now. No wonder she felt so comfortable with him. She remembered him, being drawn to him.
The desire to walk over to him and offer herself up like some goddess of love overwhelmed her and terrified her at the same time. She was willing to deal with unbearable pain to feel his caress on her skin. Instead she turned tail and ran for her peace of mind and for her safety.
She flexed her fingers and gripped his cock, feeling herself go up in flames. Someone help her. She wanted this male. How was she going to give him up like she knew she should?
His indrawn breath made her look at the hand that was caressing him. “You know I have never touched a male before. I don’t know what it feels like to caress the skin of one, to feel my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles.”
“We could change that.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice was throaty, but she couldn’t help it. Was he agreeing to something that might change her life?
“You could touch me, however you wanted to. Clothes on. Clothes off. I would lie on the bed, keeping my hands to myself, unless you begged me to touch you.”
“Beg?”
“A male needs some dreams.”
Her lips twitched despite herself. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him.
When would she get another chance like this? He made the offer, even with her wearing the half revealing gown that he was watching keenly with an air of desire.
“No touching me unless I ask?”
“Unless you beg.”
Chapter Nine
Janis watched as Nicolas backed away from her. He reached down to grasp the hem of the shirt he was wearing. The muscles in his arms flexed and she licked her dry lips. He pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing cut abs that made her palms sweat.
The speed of her heart increased with every inch of skin he revealed. His concave stomach came into view and her breathing became slightly erratic. She was never going to get a chance to touch him. At this rate, she might not survive him pulling off his shirt.
His shirt covered his face, revealing his male chest with those flat enticing nipples. She bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping. She had to touch him. It felt like a biological imperative.
He took the shirt off and casually dropped it beside her on the loveseat. Turning, he walked into the other room.
She followed like a puppet on a string.
He went to the closet and toed off his shoes before bending over and peeling off his socks. His toned ass flexed. She almost swallowed her tongue.
He turned to look at her and winked; before going to the king sized bed and the immaculate comforter that covered it. He stretched out with his hands laced behind his head.
She licked her lips, trying to get moisture into her dry mouth. “I can touch you anywhere?”
Her voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, but it was the best she could manage.
“Touch me anyplace you want, Angel. Command me to take off any article of clothing.”
“Angel?”
“Your planet has a legend that says angels have the power to bring both pleasure and pain with their touch. Please me.” He looked at her small pale hands. “Torment me, Angel.”
Janis crawled up on the bed beside him. Her normal thoughts of running had abandoned her long ago. She was going to touch this man. Explore every inch of his hard body.
She knelt next to him, allowing her eyes to trace every ripped muscle. Dragging her eyes from his chest to his face, she watched his dark gaze devour her.
Reaching out, she traced his lips with her fingers. They were firm, reminding her of the kiss they shared and her desire to do it again. She leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth, before stroking those beautifully chiseled lips with her tongue.
She pressed harder against his lips, asking him silently to let her in. His mouth opened and her breath invaded him before her tongue followed suit. She stroked his tongue, feeling her body respond to the kiss, the need in her igniting a desire for more.
Her fingers along his jaw line. She followed her fingers with her tongue. He tasted so good. He was a combination of wildness and sophistication. It was a heady taste combined with a devastating scent. The need to draw him in was overwhelming.
Trembling fingers grazed the column of his neck tracing downward. Placing the palms of her hands on his hard chest she caressed him. The feel of his hardened nipples intrigued her. Running her hands over them several times, liking the tingling in her palms and the fluttering between her legs.
Reaching out she grasped a nipple between her fingers, pinching it — watching as his nostrils flared and eyes lowered for a minute. Smiling wickedly she repeated the act. He liked it. Leaning over, she took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked.
A low groan emerged from his lips. It caused a shiver of desire to climb up her spine. The tingling between her legs was noticeable as she tried not to clench them together.
She laid her body on his as she licked and sucked at his nipple. The feel of the heat from his body invading hers, from her breasts down to her core made her head spin. She slid her body over his, thrilling at the full body contact she’d never experienced before.
“Angel?”
She looked up and gave him a shaky smile. How did you explain to someone you thought you would live and die without ever experiencing what most women took for granted?
“I’m good.”
“Then my other nipple is feeling deprived.”
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nbsp; A naughty smile swept across her face before she bit it. She licked his nipple, and then blew on it. She loved how it got hard. She latched her mouth onto it and sucked, slowly rocking her needy core along the long length of his hot, thick cock.
Releasing his nipple with a small sigh, her tongue traced from the center of his chest downward, until she found herself smoothing his abs with her hands. His stomach was so flat, tight and hard. The feel of him under her hands was making the beat of her heart painful.
“You’re so handsome. Your body is made for magazines or film, not for me.”
“You’re wrong, Angel. I was made for you and you were made for me.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I do. I understand you have the generous breasts that will fit my hands perfectly. I can’t wait to take them in my mouth and suck them, lick them, and bite them.”
She moaned as more of her juices made their way down her thighs.
“I understand that one day you’ll lie on this bed, begging me to take my tongue and lick your juicy center. I understand that one day you’ll ride my cock, sitting on me with your hair flying behind you. I understand.”
Her cheeks burned with the pictures his words painted for her. She wanted all that more than anything.
She lowered her eyes and traced his abs with her tongue, counting each definition in her head. He was panting. The more she licked and kissed him, the faster his breathing hitched.
Sliding her hands to the edge of his pants, she traced the line where they met his body. Indecision lit her eyes. She wanted to be brave enough to command him to take them off, but the timid woman still lived inside of her and she couldn’t. Her head lowered in failure.
“Angel, would you like me to turn over?”
Why hadn’t she thought of that? “Yes. Turn over.”
She smiled as he turned over managing not to dislodge her from where she was sitting on him. Oh, sweet heaven. His back was almost as gorgeous as his chest. Who knew men could have such perfect definition in their backs?
Janis took her fingers and traced his neck, loving the feel of the thick column. Moving down, she traced his shoulders before leaning over to bury her nose in his shoulder, once again breathing in his smell.
“You smell so good, Nicolas.”
“Thank you, Angel.” The sweet fragrance of her heat had his fingers twitching to touch. Drawing his fingers in, he waited for her next move.
She took her time drawing a line down the center of his back with her fingers and following it with her lips and tongue. Then she caressed his shoulders, allowing her fingers to flow over them and knead into them.
Her fingers covered what could’ve been letters in some ancient Egyptian text.
“Did you get this tattoo after you came here?”
“Yes. I got it many years after we landed here.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Close to a hundred of your years.”
She stopped and coughed with her surprise. How old was he? She didn’t want to know when she was currently caressing his body. She’d ask later. For now, he was thirty, thirty-five, or even forty. All of these were numbers she could live with.
“What does it say?”
“The Created in our language.”
“The language of your planet?”
“The dominate language of my beast.”
“It’s beautiful. She traced her fingers over each letter, and then followed by using her tongue on him. He shivered, letting out a deep sound that thrilled her to the core of her being.
She licked her way down his back, stopping at the small of it. She bit him there and he shivered.
She was back at the waistband of his pants, but this time she felt more confident. She tugged on the pants.
“What do you want, Angel?”
She licked her lips, listening to his slightly erratic breathing. Feeling more confidence flood her, she spoke.
“Take the pants off.” She bit her lip wondering what he would do.
He gave a growl and waited for her to move. He flipped over on the bed as she kneeled beside him.
She watched as his long lean fingers went to the button at the top of his pants and undid it. The rasp of the zipper made her already frayed nerves jump a little more. Her uncomfortably dry mouth was parched like the desert sand as her eyes strained to catch every movement of his fingers.
He lifted his lean hips and pushed the pants down, uncovering the rest of that sexy V and the smattering of hair leading down to what she craved to see.
He teased her by revealing himself inch by torturous inch. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as the tip of his cock came into view. It was caught in his tight pants, not allowing it room to move. As soon as his pants cleared his cock, it sprang up, long and thick.
There was no more hitch in her throat. Instead, there was a big ball of something, making it impossible for her to breath. He was magnificent. She would endure a thousand hands on her for the chance to touch him there. She gave up on breathing and was glad when she realized she was getting air through her nose. She may live long enough to grasp him in her hands and touch him with her tongue.
He slid the pants off and laced his hands behind his head again. He lay there strong and proud, knowing she was pleased with what she was seeing.
She reached out to touch him with trembling hands. There was no teasing or pretending she didn’t want to touch. The tips of her fingers brushed the head of his erection. The breath she’d refused to let go came out in a gasp of exhilaration as she ran her fingers down the side of his cock.
His indrawn breath and the slight shaking of his legs made her feel heady and powerful. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his thick cock. She almost choked on the groan of need that escaped her lips. Intense feelings rocked her. Little threads of fire, his pleasure, rocked through her hand to the rest of her body.
“You like this.”
“Your touch is so sweet, Angel.”
“You like it like that?” Her voice was unsure. Was she doing it right?
“Grip it tighter, Angel.”
“Tighter?” She grasped his cock firmly in her hand and tugged upwards.
The sensations that assaulted her forced a loud keening sound from her mouth. The need for something more rocked her making her stomach clench with need. Desire swirled around her invading all her senses. Without thought, her tongue licked the head of his cock capturing the bead of liquid tempting her.
“Angel?” His voice came out thick and rough, giving her pause for a moment before she continued.
Drowning in the taste of him, she placed a kiss on the tip. A promise, filled with need and desire. Silencing the voices in her head, she opened up and took him in her mouth.
Her sounds of pleasure vibrated around his cock. The taste of him matched his scent, the wildness paired with sophistication. She needed more. Greedily, she sucked harder. Nicolas’s body was shuddering under her. His voice was coming out in rugged pleas for her to suck harder and faster.
She went back to his delicious cock. The taste and the feel of him made her want to stay in this moment forever. Her mouth and her hands explored him, licking him, tasting the fabulous juices leaking from him.
She looked up into his glowing eyes and smiled, his beast peeking out at her. The sight made her even hungrier. Her grip tightened on this thick cock sliding over his velvet lift softness as she sucked him harder.
Later she might touch herself as she thought about the taste of him in her mouth, but now she needed what he was holding back from her. She desperately wanted that taste exploding in her mouth.
Drawing him in deeper, she heard the roar come out of his mouth before his body shook uncontrollably. The hot gushes of liquid filled her mouth, causing her to gulp before she swallowed.
“So good,” she moaned as the next burst hit the back of her throat. His body continued to shake and she swallowed until there was no more.
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ked up with bright eyes and licked her lips, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Chapter Ten
Janis was floating on a cloud. Touching Nicolas, taking him into her mouth, was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. It felt so good to touch. Her mouth quirked up into a self-satisfied smile. Everything would be ok, if not for the persistent throbbing between her legs.
Her pussy was so hot all she wanted to do was touch it. What she really wanted was Nicolas to touch her. The thought of his hands that were rough from battle yet gentle enough to heal touching her nipples or touching her pussy was enough to make her push her over the edge. Yet, some unreasonable fear of grabbing what she wanted stopped her.
She eyed the edge of the bed, looking for a way to gracefully escape into the bathroom.
“Angel?”
“Huh?” She had to get out of the room before he saw how needy she was.
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Like what?” Her voice came out with a painful squeak. Could he tell?
“Anything you need, Angel.”
“No.” She lied with lowered eyes. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
“Janis, are you sure? Remember, I would do anything for you.”
She jumped up from the bed. His cock was already at half-mast and rising fast. How could she trust herself not to reach over and grasp it in her needy hands and fill her empty mouth with his delicious thick cock again? Could she be trusted not to beg him to invade her body, to show her what it felt like to be ridden hard by a male?
The bathroom was her safest recourse. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it panting, like she’d just run and won the race of her life. She pushed off the door and paced the floor. Her skin was tingling and shivers racked her body.
Stopping, she stripped off her clothes, hoping that would help her cool down. No such luck. Finally, she turned to the shower. A cold shower helped when a body got overheated and she was beyond burning up.
She stepped into the shower and turned it on cold, while she hovered near the back wall, not wanting the cold water to touch her hot skin. Taking a deep sigh, she acknowledged she’d just have to take matters into her own hands.
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