Her Druid Desire (The Amber Druid Series)

by Trish F Leger

  His hand along her shoulder dipped down, tracing her right arm through the material of her shirt. “No…you haven’t, which is why you are so special to me, honey. You have no idea how at ease I am when I realize that I have nothing to hide from you. From now on you know everything that there is to know about me. You know me…period.”

  The need she’d felt last night was back and no matter how hard, she would never be able to hide it from him. He could almost taste it in the space between them. He could feel the emotions rising inside of her, battling at her defenses. There was also the underlying hint of passion tinting her aura. It still amazed him that he had missed that certain aura until just weeks ago. Apparently there were still some things that could stay hidden, even from him.

  Turning his body towards hers, he closed the space between them. He left her hand on his thigh and reached out with his left hand touching her jaw, smoothing his fingers over her fine grained skin. “I pulled out some movies if you want to look through them, or is there something else you would rather do?”

  Drake’s insides burned. He still didn’t have a clear view on her exact wants or needs but he could see the delicate fluttering of her pulse in her neck and the deep swallow she took. That alone told him so many things without hearing the words. But she would have to make the moves or tell him what she wanted.

  “I would think that after last night you wouldn’t need to be shy with me anymore,” he told her. She smiled at him and when she turned her face in his direction, Drake felt it like a punch to his gut.

  “You have no idea how badly you shocked me,” she whispered, her cheeks tinted a delicate pink.

  “You have no idea how aroused I had been. I wanted you so badly that I had to take the edge off somehow.” He countered back.

  Her smile dimmed and she gulped again. Drake let his fingers play in her beautiful hair from where it rested on the back of the sofa. She turned suddenly, facing him. Seconds passed while they looked at each other and Drake knew he had never felt as intimate with a woman than he did right then. Even with something as small as a shared glance, she made it feel like spiritual contact. Her legs were drawn up in front of her body while her head rested in the same place, still able to let his fingers sift through soft strands.

  Her bare feet were pressing up against his knee. Drake let his left hand fall onto her calf muscle and then to her foot. He noticed her toenails were painted a bright pink color. “I like that color.”

  “It’s called Shock-me-pink.” Her voice was husky and soft. Her eyes watched his fingers move over the tips of her toes.

  “Nice name.” But Drake was interested in the way she tried to move her foot away whenever he lifted her foot to his lower chest. “Ticklish?”

  She nodded, but didn’t say anything. He pushed the bottom of her jeans out of the way and rubbed his hand along the top of her foot. Her skin was smooth and so very soft. She had delicate feet, a rising arch that begged to be tickled, and her toes were cute as hell. Drake was not what he considered to be a foot person, but looking at hers was tempting him to change.

  He knew his stomach muscles jumped against her sole every time her foot twitched in response, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sliding his hands over her ankle, he then traced her calf muscle, and next, the soft skin behind her knee. She jerked her leg against him when he did that.

  “You might want to stop the urge to move, unless you want me to know all of your ticklish spots.” His fingers scraped gently there again. Once again her leg moved and she smiled, biting back a laugh.

  “Maybe another time I can test out those same spots on you.” Well, he hadn’t been expecting her to say that.

  “I believe you just propositioned me.”

  A berry bright flush heightened the tops of her cheeks. Drake noted the drowsy look in her eyes and the slight smile on her lips. Oh yeah, she was more than relaxed right now.

  “I can’t believe that after knowing you this long, watching you with other women, seeing the way they look at you like you’re some kind of God, that I’m now sitting in your house while you are seducing my leg.”

  Drake couldn’t help it; he burst out laughing. It took more than a few seconds to stifle the sound. When he looked back at her she was smiling too. “Damn, that is a different perspective.”

  “I’ll say so,” she twitched her toes against the material of his tee shirt. “But that doesn’t mean you have to stop doing that though.”

  “What, seducing your leg?” he asked her with a smile and another swipe behind her knee. He tried moving his hand higher, scoundrel that he was, but the jeans were more fitted to her thighs. There was no way he was going any higher. “Why couldn’t you have worn shorts?”

  “You pig,” she said then nudged him in the chest with her foot. He caught her foot up high, her calf across his pecs, her heel sliding over the edge of his shoulder when she tried to kick him again. Then Drake looked at her face. She wasn’t smiling anymore. He could easily, so very easily, push her other leg out of the way and lean over her body, pinning her to the loveseat with his body, feeling her feminine curves press against him.

  “I am a pig. You guessed right.” He told her as he did, indeed, lean forward. He pulled her other leg to slide her under him. Grabbing her upper thigh, he tugged her until her inner thighs were holding his hips. He felt the shock roll through her system as he settled there, letting her feel how hard he was from their teasing moments earlier. His hands left her leg and moved up to her face, framing the softness, letting his thumbs swipe over smooth skin. “God, you have no idea of the things I could do to you, do you?”

  “I have a very active imagination,” she muttered, and Drake could see her eyes take in every thing about him. The words surprised him. She was always saying something he least expected.

  Instead of saying anything in return, he pressed his lips to her eyebrows, then her cheeks, feeling the fire of her blush against his lips. “Last night was so good angel, but there was so many things that we didn’t get the chance to do.” He heard her indrawn breath and her chest moved against his. Placing a kiss to the edge of her mouth, her soft skin trembled beneath his kiss. When was the last time a woman had actually trembled for him?

  “But there is no need to rush. We’ll take things slow and see where they lead. How’s that?” he mumbled against her lips, fighting the need to plow inside her mouth and body.

  “Okay,” her hands rose up to touch his hips and Drake couldn’t stop the hip action that ensued. He could feel each of her ten fingers through the denim, like little hot needles.

  “What do you want angel? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to touch you?” Drake licked her jaw and then down her neck, feeling her pulse thrum against his tongue. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

  ***

  Delicious, spine tingling heat infused Nadia. Her hand twitched against his denim clad hips as she took stock of the way he felt under her fingers while lying against her. She had never assumed that having a man lie against her would be so stimulating, now she realized her error. Drake was a very, very masculine, virile man. He was hard in the places he was supposed to be, and soft in areas where he should be too, like his lips, which were now nibbling their way down over her collarbone.

  Thank God this loveseat was one of those newer models with deep, wide cushions. Nadia felt dwarfed, while she knew that to Drake it was probably a decently sized sofa. He was expanded over her, holding her body down with his much larger one, and she didn’t mind one bit. It was exciting to feel the ridges of his muscular body stretched out over hers.

  Her mind reminded her that he had asked her a question. What did she want? What didn’t she want, was more like it. She wanted every thing and anything he could give her, but she didn’t want to feel the heartache and pain that would surely follow whenever he decided he had had enough with her and dumped her for the next woman. She wanted him to herself, knowing that he would never get tired of her and never want to e
nd this so called relationship they were beginning to have.

  That will never happen.

  Of course it wouldn’t. She wasn’t that lucky. But she knew one thing, she would take whatever time she had with him and use up every drop of it, hoping to change his mind along the way.

  Her fingers left his hips and slipped under the edge of his shirt to the hot skin beneath. She tugged on the material, and called on her inner wild child, “I want this off.” He stopped nibbling at her neck long enough to not even question her statement; instead, he lifted high enough to grasp his shirt behind his head and pull it from his body. Glorious burnished skin appeared right before her eyes. She stopped all movement for a moment, taking him in, and God above there was a lot of him to take in.

  With the wild beating of her heart surely slipping under his radar, Nadia let her eyes travel slowly over his upper body. Fantasies she had dreamed of when she was sixteen flashed through her mind swiftly. This was that man. This was the man that had caused her dreams and daydreams to be X-rated. This was the man that had unknowingly taught her the way a woman responded to a man she was attracted to. Now he was here, right at her fingertips, resting on his elbows above her body, letting her call the shots.

  His neck was corded with tendons and supple skin that led down to prominent trap muscles and a delineated collarbone, just sharp enough to see the dip of his clavicle in between. Broad, wide shoulders were packed with ripped muscle, making his biceps seem massive when actually, he was just built according to his size. Dark hair started at his collarbone and took up most of his upper chest until where his pecs curved down into his stomach. The hair formed one single line that ran down to his navel then into his pants. His stomach was corrugated and flat, tempting Nadia’s fingers to reach out and touch. But what really held her attention were the side muscles that ran along his waist and veered down into his jeans. Long swimmer’s muscles were smooth and so very masculine, not to mention extremely sexy.

  “I have to admit that if I would have known my chest would get this much stare time from you I would have gone shirtless long before now.”

  She smiled at his words, noticing how deep his voice had gone. Her eyes moved up his body again, stopping on his flat male nipples and realizing they were hard. Her fingertips moved up to investigate. “I wouldn’t object to that at all.” When she touched him there, he growled, long and deep in his throat. Nadia glanced up to see wild amber eyes and the barest tips of his fangs emerging from between his lips.

  Pure fire slid inside her body. To know that he was like this because of her was exhilarating, and she reveled in it. Leaning her head towards his chest she inhaled his scent, wild, pure male. Her nails scored his nipples sending another groan her way as she gave him butterfly kisses along his chest then onto his neck. Seconds later she was at his mouth, hesitating long enough only to feel the very edges of his fangs with her mouth. His large body shuddered, but he seemed to give in a bit, leaning more towards her, sending her into a relaxed pose against the soft cushions of the loveseat. Nadia took that movement as acceptance and slid her mouth over his.

  She sighed breathlessly onto his lips, not being able to hold back the pure excitement that streamed in her veins from being near him. The kiss was a study for Nadia. The taste and texture of him was amazing. She couldn’t stop her lips from feeling, touching, and sampling every inch of his mouth. He tasted so good, so mind numbingly delicious, that she slipped easily into this bottomless pit where nothing existed but her and him, and what they were doing to each other.

  He pulled away and she moaned, not wanting to miss the erotic kisses he was giving her.

  “Shh…,” his hand swept down her body in one long touch ending at the edge of her shirt. “Tell me that you give me permission to remove this shirt and touch you. Tell me that it is okay.” His warm fingers slipped against her waist, singeing her with their heat, and Nadia didn’t stop the reaction that had her hips move against his slightly. “I want to see and touch your skin so badly.” His mouth nibbled along her jaw line and Nadia wanted to melt to the cushions.

  She didn’t hesitate. She knew that if at any time she wanted to stop, he would, although she doubted there would be a time in the near future where that would be an option for her. When he touched her, stopping wasn’t an option.

  “I want that too.”

  “Angel…” He murmured against the skin of her neck while the fingers resting at the edge of her shirt immediately lifted the fabric and shucked it from her body. Apparently he wasn’t wasting the time it would have taken for her to change her mind.

  Within seconds, Nadia was bare from the waist up except for her dainty, flesh colored, wispy thin bra. With the cooler air brushing goose bumps along her skin and Drake resting his large body above hers, snuggled up against her hips with his glowing eyes peering at her bared skin, Nadia couldn’t remember another time where she had ever felt this exposed. Every nerve ending was alive and fairly pulsing with energy. Her fingertips were throbbing against his chest, where she was still tangled in his chest hair.

  With a completely absorbed look on his face, Drake let his fingers trail from her not so firm waist to the soft material of her bra. Nadia never felt as undeserving as she did then. He wasn’t used to a woman that wasn’t top of the line beautiful and stunning. Still, his eyes catalogued every movement, and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the simple, honest look that he was giving her as he touched her. It was as if he had never seen the same thing before, on tons of other women. As if he had never trailed his fingers across their skin, watching it react with quivers whenever he moved over it. The slow, methodical touch was absolutely mystifying to Nadia because she, and every other woman in Texas, knew that Drake was no innocent. He had bedded many women, and he had been doing it for some time.

  When his fingers touched the soft, delicate flesh rising above the small cups of her bra, Nadia suppressed a shiver and her eyes sought his. With his golden eyes watching her, he slowly maneuvered the straps of her bra down one arm, and then the other. Other than an indrawn breath, Nadia made no move to stop him. And even though she loved him and wanted him as she had no other man, she was still embarrassed at her complacency, and stunned at how much she was willing to let him do to her.

  Without removing her bra completely, he left the straps dangling from her shoulders, holding her arms prisoner against her own body. Seconds later he leaned down and trailed soft kisses from her collarbone to the delicate edges of the cups on her bra. Even though the contact was minute, Nadia felt the impact shatter through her and her upper body reacted stiffly, shoving up from the cushions and clearly telling Drake that she was enjoying what he was doing.

  “Ahh…”

  “Angel…feels good, doesn’t it?” His mouth moved over soft skin, his tongue slipping out, wetting flesh and sneaking in under the material of her bra. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, air disappearing from her lungs rapidly, Nadia slid her hands around to his shoulders then the ends of his hair. She gripped and held on, trusting Drake to show her everything she needed to know.

  Chapter 16

  The refusal to give into the baser emotions and wants of his Druid side, were giving Drake hell, but he would not push or prod Nadia into a decision that would somehow turn ugly afterwards. If there would be any consummation of their relationship, she would call the shots. She knew that, he knew that; now, he only had to make sure that he didn’t blow those plans to shit. She wasn’t making it easy on him, not one bit.

  Underneath him, with her thighs open enough for him to rest against, her hair was a long black curtain, simultaneously hiding parts of her shoulders, and upper body, and giving him little pulses of heat when strands moved against her pale skin. The sight of her lying there, open to him, bra straps dangling, was more than enough to heighten every thing he felt. But it was the docile, trusting light in her eyes and the natural, relaxed aura around her frame that told him the truth. Nadia was at ease right now. Drake felt elation fill him up
from the inside.

  Her hands were deeply entwined in his hair, while her body shifted and moved with little undulations beneath him. She was turned on, desperately so, if her body was anything to go by. Not only that, but Drake could also feel the pulsations of blood beneath her skin and the stunning force of it moving so swiftly told him that with the slightest inclination he could make her come.

  He so wanted to make that happen again…and again. She deserved to feel good and he felt ten feet tall because he was the man that was going to make it happen.

  With his mouth on her soft skin, his hands under her back raising her up to meet him and his hips settled right over hers, Drake couldn’t imagine a better place to be at the moment. His eyes took in the delicate edges of her bra, and he knew that it wouldn’t take much to flick the material out of the way. Settling an openmouthed kiss on her sweet skin, he breathed deep, imprinting her taste to memory and savoring it at the same time. His tongue rasped along the edge of the cup, slipping under and catching the pebbled skin of her nipple. Immediately he went after it, like a drowning man needs air. Swiping at the erogenous zone, he heard her breath stop altogether then he moved his hand and used his thumb to move the bra cup away, baring her nipple to his mouth for a full onslaught.

  Her fingers all but pulled the hair from his head when he slipped the heat of his mouth fully over her sensitive nipple. That just made Drake more than determined to ensure the complete overstimulation of every one of her senses. He gently sucked her nipple into his mouth, loving the way her breathing hitched, and then escaped on a rough draft of air, as if her very soul were being torn apart. He was gentle enough to keep his fangs out of the picture, but diabolical enough to use the very tips to scrape along the tip of her stimulated skin. He wanted her out of her mind with want.

  “Drake…” Her fingers grasped even tighter in his hair. He feared he would have patches missing once he finished.

  He let her nipple slip from his mouth then he moved to her other breast and without any fanfare, slipped it from the cup of the bra and out into the open. Instantly her nipple pebbled, hardening right before his eyes. He let his thumb run over the tip again and again, causing her to tremble beneath him.