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Archangel's Storm (Guild Hunter #5) Page 51
Author: Nalini Singh

She knew what was coming this time when he stroked down her arm to her remaining fist, her breathing fast, shallow. Leaving his fingers over her own, he smoothed his free hand over the curve of her waist as he laved her neck with his lips before kissing the slope of one graceful shoulder, his face brushing the upper arch of her wings.

Trembling, she uncurled her fingers from her tunic and allowed him to ease that hand to press flat on the door, too. He caressed his way back down her arm just as slowly, kissing the temptation of her skin the entire time. Then he put both hands to where the tunic bunched at her h*ps and tugged.

It slipped down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the fabric, let him kick it away. “The pants have”—a swallow, as if her throat was dry—“hooks at the ankles.”

“They’ll keep,” he said, rising to take in the picture she made, her wings slightly spread, her body na**d to the waist, the lush curls of her hair falling over one shoulder. “No need to rush.” Reaching out, he ran his knuckles down the na**d center of her back again, this time with deeper pressure, her soft cry a fist around his cock. “Close your wings.”

The second she did, he pressed close and shifted his hand around the waistband of her tapered cotton pants to undo the string-tie that held them up. Only allowing the garment to slide down to her hips, he redid the tie. Her abdomen quivered against the hand he spread on her satiny skin, his ring finger brushing the top edge of her pants . . . which just barely concealed the slick tightness of her.

His body pulsed, thick and hot.

Sensing it, she shivered but didn’t attempt to pull away as he slid his free hand up from her hip to just below her br**sts. He didn’t cup the small, ripe mounds, just brushed his fingers along the underside before plucking at one taut nipple.

The sweet need in her responding cry whispered over his skin like a tactile caress. Rewarding her with another teasing brush, another tug that made her tremble, he insinuated his other hand just under the top of her waistband. Her navel tensed, relaxed with a shudder as he caressed her br**sts once more.

Kissing her neck, so very sensitive, he moved his hand lower, under the silky roughness of fine lace to touch the delicate curls between her thighs, the damp heat of her the most exquisite temptation.

“Jason.” Dropping one hand from the door, she reached behind her to touch his hair. “Kiss me.” It was a whispered request.

He halted his erotic exploration and spun her around, her wings spread out in magnificent display behind her as she faced him, a woman with a blush of red over her cheekbones and taut br**sts topped with dark ni**les he knew he’d soon taste.

“You,” he murmured, closing his fingers over one breast, “are lovely.” Bracing his free arm beside her head, while her own arms wrapped around him as she rose on tiptoe again, he gave her the kiss she’d asked for. It was a naked, wet melding of mouths that had her rubbing against him, her abdomen sliding over his cock.

His hold on the reins slipped.

Reaching between them, he undid the tie on her pants, broke the kiss and her grasp to push them down. Her navel was a lure he couldn’t resist, the kiss he pressed there making her fingers fist in his hair before he ran his thumbs over her hipbones and pulled away. “Don’t move,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of one satiny thigh.

Mahiya sucked in desperate gulps of air, the cadence of her desire music in his blood. It urged him to rip off her pants, but he grit his teeth and took the time to undo the hooks, forcing himself to go slow, to not overwhelm his lover with her sweet passion and willingness to trust him to lead the dance.

Finally the pants were off. He ran his hands slowly up her calves, her thighs, the white lace that was all that covered her now. By the time he rose to his full height, the scent of her musk perfumed the air. “Take them off.” He wanted to see her slick and ready, to taste her in the most erotic of kisses, but first he would have this indication that she remained a willing participant.

Her breath hitched . . . but she ducked her head and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the scrap of lace. He stepped back to watch her push that scrap down and off, because the visual sensation was a feast—though nothing could ever triumph touch for him, tactile pleasure his one true addiction.

Heat blazing over every inch of her skin, she pushed the crumpled lace aside with a slender foot, her lashes hiding her gaze. He reached out, ran the back of one finger over a pebbled nipple. She jerked. Unable to resist, he dipped his head, took part of her breast into his mouth, sucked.

Her knees buckled. “Jason, oh please . . .”

Holding her up as he released her sensitive flesh, he soothed her with a languid kiss that poured fuel on the black storm of his own passion. “Like that,” he murmured against kiss-swollen lips as he continued to seduce her with his mouth, “just like that.” Cock painfully hard, he slid one hand between her thighs and stroked lightly down the centerline of her sex with a single finger.

Over and over . . . and over again.

Her breath turned into jagged gasps, the tip of his finger slick with her need, her hands gripping at his arms. Dazed eyes locked with his own as he broke the kiss, and he knew the pleasure was building in her, a slow crescendo.

“Fly.” It was rough encouragement as he demanded another kiss, craving the contact. “I have you.” He continued with his slow, relentless caress, touching the glistening nub at the apex of her thighs with each stroke now that she’d spread her thighs farther in an effort to deepen the intimate contact.

Her fingernails dug into his arms, her neck arched.

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