Page 70 of Fighting for Her Heart
I take Zuben’s hand. “What if Ryker’s ability to take the sun has worn off? He’s the one who became lambent first.”
“It does not pay to worry about things you cannot control.”
That’s not an answer, but I know that Zuben’s right. Even if I could take sunlight and risk leaving the property, we don’t know where they went, or what’s going on. My worrying doesn’t help; it simply adds stress.
The sky is growing pinker, and as we stand at the end of the lane, Zuben wraps his arms around me from behind. “We must get you inside.”
Reluctantly, I agree and we walk slowly back to the house.
Zuben checks that all the curtains are fully closed and then takes my hands and leads me toward the bedroom.
“I have planned a surprise treat for you today.”
My heart swells. “You have? What is it?”
“If I told you, then it would not be a surprise.” He turns toward me with mischief on his face—a look I very much like on him. Breaking down Zuben’s walls and reawakening his sexual energy has also awoken a playful side to the normally staid man.
“Okay.” My teeth scrape my lower lip. “Then surprise me.”
“This morning.” He bows toward me. “I would very much like to return the service you offered me the other night.”
“And what service isthat,pray tell? Because I am more than ready to beserviced.” Grinning, I reach for his package, but he shifts back and out of my reach.
“In order to receive my gift to you, I request that you trust me as I trusted you.”
“Okaaay.” This sounds interesting. I’m sure I’ll love whatever he offers me.
Zuben moves behind me, and traps my throat in his hand.
I gasp at the unexpected action, and my desire heightens.
I reach back for him, but his other arm wraps around my body trapping my arms at my sides.
“Do not move.”
“Okay…”
“Do not speak. Just listen and do whatever I ask of you.”
His voice has returned to his professor-speak intonation, but slightly more playful with an undercurrent of desire—something that has always been there, but has amplified over these days we’ve been alone together.
It’s like Zuben’s libido is making up for all the time it lost while he was celibate, and his appetite is beyond voracious. One small silver lining to the others’ absence.
His hands slide over my shoulders and then caress the full lengths of my arms, and then he pulls down the zipper of the fleece hoody I’m wearing. Once it’s down, he slowly slips the garment off my shoulders, leaving me in a sports bra and leggings.
He ties a scarf over my eyes, tightening it until I can’t possibly see a thing.
My impatience grows. I want to rip off the rest of my clothes—and his—but I resolve to let him stay in charge, excited about his promised surprise for me.
With his hands sliding lightly over my skin, I lean back against him, and he touches every inch of both my arms in tandem, and then slides down the straps of my bra, pushing the tightly fitting garment down to my waist and then right down to my ankles.
Trying to step out of it, I start to turn to face him.
“Stay still.” One of his hands shifts to my throat again, grasping just tightly enough to make moving uncomfortable, and really, why would I want to move? His other hand is caressing my breasts, alternating between them, kneading the tender flesh and circling my nipples making them pucker and harden into rigid points that are so sensitive my hips buck each time his finger brushes over one.
“Relax,” he whispers. “It’s my turn to giveyoupleasure.”
His fingers tighten around one of my nipples.
