Page 85 of The Mech Who Loved Me
The bed dipped beneathher. "No."
"Liar." A chuckle ripped through him as he leaned down, nuzzling at her jaw. "One of the things I like most about you, sweetheart, is the fact you can't hide a damned thingfromme."
His kiss tickled. She shivered, her hands drawn up between them, hovering thereindecisively.
She couldn't stop thinking of that image in the gallery, of the man's straining erection. Her cheeksburned.
"You're not ready," Kincaid murmured, his lips skating across her cheek, thenherlips.
What?She most certainlywas. "I—"
"So we'll play tonight," he continued, as if she hadn't spoken, "but I'm nottakingyou."
"Youpromised."
He lowered himself onto one elbow, pressing between her thighs again as he took her hand and opened her palm over his chest. "And we'll get there, gorgeous." His breath stirred the tiny hairs along the side of her ear. "But there's no rush. You wanted passion, not just to lose your maidenhead. So I'll give you passion, Ava." His mouth opened over her lips, his hand encouraging hers to explore the hard plane of his chest. "Tell me... what was your favoritepainting?"
"Painting?"
"I know the answer," he whispered, capturing her mouth in a harsh kiss that stole her breath. Her hand was trapped between them, his chest pressing against her breasts. "You liked it... when hekissedher."
Kissed her? She couldn't remember seeing anything quite so innocentasthat.
But Kincaid's other hand was moving, dragging her nightgown up, its hem skating over her sensitive thighs, and suddenly she knew what he wasreferringto.
Not a kiss on themouth.
Butthere....
Her eyes shot wide and he was smiling down at her, looking so very, very wicked. "What's wrong,sweetheart?"
"Now?" sheblurted.
"Now," he confirmed, and laced his fingers between hers, pressing her hand back ontothebed.
The time for exploringwasover.
She'd barely even gotten the chance to touch him, but that didn't matter, for he was certainly interested in doing some touching ofhisown....
Ava arched her spine, alternatively shrinking beneath him and grinding against him as his hips flexed against her. That heavy weight was no longer pressed unthreateningly against her leg. It lined up right between her thighs, the insistent rub leaving her wide-open and vulnerable. There was another tug, and her nightgown slipped up and suddenly there was nothing but her drawers between her and the slick rasp of hisbuttons.
Blood and ashes.Ava didn't realize she was curling her fingers through his until pain bit through her wrist, and then she looked up and he was looking down at her, an intense look of focus in those eyes, as though he could see every flicker of need that crossedherface.
Kincaid bit her throat and it set every nerve in her body alight, his dull teeth driving into her bare skin. Ava cried out, halfway to destroyed. She didn't know what she wanted, but more... just moreofit.
"That's it,kitten."
He brushed the neckline of her nightgown aside, revealing her breast. Ava's bare nipple ached. She'd never had a man's eyes on her, not like this. Kincaid captured the aching peak between his lips, and she cried out as his rough tongue circled hernipple.
Then hedrewback.
His hips shifted, his cock riding over her clitoris, and suddenly she sobbed, so wound up she felt like she might erupt into a whirlwind of movement. "What are you doing?" The words tore fromherlips.
She'd been so close toorgasm.
Her body jerked as he kissed her clavicle, his lips brushing against the lacy scalloped edge of her nightgown. His breath stirred her nipple and she writhed, her hand clenching hisagain.
She didn't want to let go of him. Somehow his fingers held her together when she was so frightened she'd fallapart.
