Lost in contemplation, Luc missed the sound of water shutting off, but the silence caught his attention. A door creaked. Luc glanced up sharply. Tia stood in the bathroom doorway, her wet hair wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel, her body wrapped in nothing more than a leftover wisp of steam.
She was all long legs and lean body. Her dark skin glowed bronze, her breasts swelled lushly from her chest, full and firm, the areolas dark as ripe plums and even more inviting. Her stomach was flat and her pubic hair nonexistent. She was, for all intents and purposes, a goddess.
Luc’s lungs stopped working and his hands ceased to function. He dropped the clothes he was holding. They landed in a small, wrinkled heap on top of his loafers.
Tia’s hands flew up to cover her mouth and halt a strangled scream. She made no attempt to cover either her breasts or her crotch. Luc spun around, turning his back to her.
“I’m sorry.” He barely choked out the apology.
“Shit. You scared me half to death. I thought you locked the door on your way out. How’d you get in?”
“It was open. I’m really sorry.” Luc thought he’d locked it, too. He’d have to check on that. After he got another look at Tia’s body. No. He didn’t need to see her. Not now. His heart couldn’t take it. The damned thing felt like it might pound right out of his chest.
He heard a rustling behind him.
“You can turn around now.”
Slowly Luc turned.
Tia had removed the towel from her head and wrapped it tightly around her body. Her dark blond hair hung in long, wet, curly tangles, partially covering the tops of her breasts.
Unfortunately, the towel covered the rest.
Luc cleared his throat. His voice still sounded unusually husky. “We need to check that door. I know I locked it when I left.”
“Yeah.” Tia sucked her lips between her teeth and stared straight at Luc. She made no attempt to go into her room.
He realized he was walking toward her, kicking aside and then stepping over the pile of clothes, reaching out to touch her. Tia gazed steadily at him, her amber eyes bright, her skin flushed an even darker hue.
Luc tangled one finger in her damp hair and tugged. She moved like a puppet on a string, lifted her lips to his for a long, slow kiss. The part of his brain that should be telling him to stop, at least ordering him to take it slow, remained curiously silent.
Tia moaned into his mouth. Her slim hands came up around his neck and her body flowed against his like hot wax. She was all invitation and warm, willing woman, her lips moving over his, her full breasts flattened against his light sweater.
He felt the damp towel through the knit, wondered if her nipples had peaked. Luc groaned. Damn. He wanted her like he’d never wanted anything or anyone in his life. Not now, though. Not tonight. Not when he’d have to face Tia’s father over the dinner table.
Not when so many secrets still existed between them.
Luc’s secrets.
He kissed her again. Tia met him, lips parted and inviting, tongue sweeping across his. He suckled at her tongue and then thrust his own into her mouth. She sighed and opened for him, hinting at what she could do with lips and teeth and tongue.
Luc’s cock ached, pulsing against the restraining zipper in his jeans. His balls drew up tight between his legs.
Tia whimpered against his throat. “Luc. I can’t…I…My body is burning, Luc. I’m burning up.”
Oh, God. She wasn’t the only one.
Luc trailed kisses from her lips to the deep dimple in her cheek. He feathered tiny kisses along Tia’s throat, licking the dark purple mark where he’d nipped her earlier. Something in the back of his mind cheered, some part that recognized his mark on her, a sign any other male Chanku would read as No Trespassing.
She knew he’d marked her, yet she hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t accused him of something so crass as leaving a love bite for all the world to see.
Now she begged him. Luc’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock surged harder against his tight denim jeans and he swallowed a low, feral growl.
He wouldn’t do what she expected, but he could do what she wanted. What she so obviously needed. Luc slipped his fingers along the column of her throat. Her blood pulsed, a rapid tempo fluttering against his fingertips. He kissed the throbbing pulse. Tia tilted her chin higher, giving him access.
Unwittingly baring her throat to him in an age-old gesture of submission.
The wolf in Luc rejoiced. He licked the mark he’d left, circling it slowly with his tongue, and then moved lower, kissing his way across her sharply defined collarbone, following the curve of her shoulders. His fingers slipped beneath the damp towel and traced the tender flesh where her right breast swelled from her rib cage. Tia moaned, arched her back, and thrust her chest forward.
Slowly tugging the towel away from her perfect breasts, Luc kissed his way down the length of Tia’s body until he knelt in front of her, his hands planted firmly on her sleek hips, his mouth pressed to the smooth flesh just below her navel.
He butted at her belly button with his nose until she giggled, and then Luc raised his head. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. Her parted lips were moist as though she’d just run her tongue across them, her nostrils slightly flared.
Her tongue peeked out between her lips for just a moment. Soft and pink. Moist. As moist, as soft, as pink as the feast waiting for him between her thighs. Luc kissed her smooth mons, then leaned close and found her sweet honey with his tongue.
Tia feared her knees might buckle. Blindly she reached for Luc, grabbed his shoulders and buried her fingers in the soft cotton knit of his sweater. He nudged her thighs with his chin, spreading her legs wide, licking the crease between thigh and groin. He moved higher. His mouth left a burning trail along her rib cage as his tongue and lips discovered each ridge and hollow.
He found her navel and swirled inside with the tip of his tongue. Tia whimpered, the sound vibrating somewhere deep in her throat. She closed her eyes against the pleasure, even though she wanted to watch him, to capture the image of his dark hair sliding over her belly, his strong arms supporting her thighs, his beautiful mouth making her body sing.
She couldn’t. Her eyes fluttered shut with the exquisite sensations Luc created, the damp trail from his kisses cooled by his breath, the clasp of his strong hands squeezing her buttocks, supporting her. He’d so easily found the perfect rhythm between mouth and hands, teeth and tongue.
Tiny nips and lush licks across her belly. Kisses over her freshly shaved mons, the brush of his smooth chin against her greedy, desperate clit. She thrust her hips forward and he followed her lead, dipping his head to tongue between her moist labia.
Tia cried out, a choked scream that ended in a moaning sigh as Luc turned his attention to her clit and the hidden depths between her legs. She felt the rush of hot cream against her inner thighs, the tension building deep inside her womb. The moist sounds of his lips and tongue, wet, impossibly lush sounds made her tremble even more as Luc feasted on her.
His fingers tightened on her buttocks. Luc held her close to his mouth, practically lifting her off the floor as he worked wonders with his mouth. His tongue snaked in and out of her cunt, long strokes that ended with the very tip invading the tiny hood around her clit.
Each time she tensed, well aware too much pressure could bring pain as well as pleasure. Each time Luc took her to the edge, then soothed her with his lips, sucking lightly on the tiny bundle of nerves and laving it with his tongue.
Once, twice, again…the same sweeping pressure, the anticipation of pain, the gentle, perfect caress before repeating the process.
His hands followed their own agenda. Luc’s fingers searched and then pressed between