Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(78)

“Arch your back for me,” he demanded.

Okay…not what she expected.

“Arch your back, Bella.”

Feeling oddly exposed, she did as he asked, craning her body off the mattress. As she moved on the bed, she glanced at the front of his shorts. His erection gave a mighty jerk, and the idea that it was going to be inside of her soon helped loosen her up.

He reached down and brushed one of her nipples with his knuckle. “I want this in my mouth.”

A delicious greed of her own took root. “Then kiss—”

“Shh.” His knuckle traveled in between her breasts and down her stomach. He stopped when he got to her belly button. Took his forefinger and ran a little circle around her navel. Then paused.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned.

He didn’t. He went lower until he brushed across the top of her cleft. She bit her lip and eyed his body, that huge, warrior frame with all that stark, hard muscle. God… She was really getting ready for him.

“Zsadist—”

“I’m going to want to go down on you. And I won’t be able to stop myself.” With his free hand he rubbed his lips, as if he were imagining the act. “You prepared to let me do that?”

“Yes…”

He fingered the distorted side of his mouth as he stroked her slit. “Wish I had something better-looking to offer you. Because you’re going to be perfect down there. I know it.”

She hated the shame that came through his pride. “I think you’re—”

“You’ve got one last chance to tell me no, Bella. If you don’t right now, I’m going to be all over you. No stopping, and I don’t think I can be gentle about it.”

She held her arms out to him. He nodded once, as if they’d made some kind of pact, and then went to the end of the bed.

“Spread your legs. I want to see you.”

A nervous flush came over her.

He shook his head. “Too late, Bella. Now…it’s too late. Show me.”

Slowly she cocked one of her knees up and gradually revealed herself.

His face melted, the tension and the harshness bleeding out of him. “Oh…God…” he whispered. “You’re…beautiful.”

Leaning down onto his arms, he prowled up the bed to her body, his eyes fixated on her secret skin as if he’d never seen anything like it. When he got in range, wide hands smoothed their way up the insides of her thighs, opening them even farther.

But then he frowned and looked up at her. “Wait, I’m supposed to kiss you on the mouth first, aren’t I? I mean, males start at the top and work their way down, don’t they?”

What an odd question…like he’d never done this at all?

Before she could reply he began to move back, so she sat up and captured his face in her hands.

“You can do whatever you like to me.”

His eyes flashed and he held his position for a split second.

Then he lunged at her, taking her down onto the bed. His tongue shot into her mouth and his hands tangled in her hair, pulling on her, arching her, trapping her head. The hunger in him was ferocious, a warrior’s thick-blooded need for sex. He was going to take her with all the strength he had, and she was going to be sore when he was through using her. Sore and utterly blissed out. She couldn’t wait.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back from her mouth. He was breathing deeply and had a flush on his cheeks as he looked her in the eye.

And then he smiled at her.

She was so surprised she didn’t know what to do. She’d never seen that expression on his face before, and the lift in his mouth did away with the distortion in his upper lip, showing off his gleaming teeth and fangs.

“I like this,” he said. “You underneath me…You feel good. You’re soft and warm. Do I weigh too much? Here, let me…”

As he propped himself up on his arms, his arousal pressed into her core and his grin faded quick as a gasp. It was as if he didn’t like the sensation, but how could that be? He was aroused. She could feel his erection.

With a lithe move he repositioned himself so her legs were closed and his knees were on either side of them. She couldn’t guess what had happened, but wherever he’d gone in his head was not a good place.

“You’re perfect on top of me,” she said to distract him. “Except for one thing.”

“What?”

“You’ve stopped. And lose the shorts.”

His weight came down on her immediately and his mouth went to the side of her neck. As he nipped at her skin, she pushed her head back into the pillow and bared the column of her throat. Gripping the back of his head, she urged him against her vein.

“Oh, yes…” she moaned, wanting him to feed.

He made a noise that was a no, but before the rejection could ripple through her, he was kissing his way down to her collarbone.

“I want to latch onto your breast,” he said against her skin.

“Do it.”

“You need to know something first.”

“What?”

He lifted his head. “The night you came here…when I bathed you? I did my best not to look at you. I really did. I covered you with a towel even though you were in the water.”

“That was kind—”