Page 46 of Mattox
He smiled. “My grandfather, my father’s father, was dark-haired. So is my father’s mother. My mother’s side also had dark hair. Genetics is a strange creature to try and understand. And, in case you haven’t noticed, Luc, my younger brother, has dark hair, though not as dark as mine.”
“And your sister?”
“Reddish-blonde, like Dad’s.”
She stared into his eyes. “What color are your parents’ eyes? What color might yours have been?”
“Both my parents have blue-gray eyes. I suspect mine might have turned out that color, too, if my Mutah genetics had chosen differently.”
He leaned closer to her, and she tilted her head to the side to savor the kiss he’d give her. She never expected him to take hold of her waist and lower her to the ground, or for his mouth to close over one of her nipples. Caralas moaned from the sensation and threaded her fingers through his short beard as the hairs tickled her skin.
His lips almost enveloped her as he nosed her skin. His tongue pumped her taut peak with long, strong tugs that repeatedly speared her womb with growing desire. Before she could register the rising need within her, his other hand cupped her other breast, and he attacked that nipple with gusto. It was all she could do to hold on and let him do with her as he wanted. It wasn’t until he began lightly gnawing on them that she almost shoved him away.
He must have realized, or smelled, or maybe even sensed her rising heat. Letting her nipple go, he gave it one more lick, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue.
“I want you, Cara.”
“And you know I want you just as badly, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he asked one of his own. “How are we going to do this?”
“Can you manage on top? No. Forget it. Not with your leg like it is.” Reaching for his leather vest, she gave it a pat. “Lie down.”
“Screw that. You don’t have any more energy than I do,” he roughly admonished her. Rolling onto his side, he stared up at her. “Take off your breeches and lie down beside me.”
She raised her eyebrows at him but hurried to do as he requested. Totally nude, when she turned around to face him, she noticed he’d undone his own pants and slid them over his buttocks, exposing his engorged length that jutted outward.
“I have to admit, this is going to be a first for me,” she told him.
“You’re a virgin?”
She blushed. “No, but I’ve never done it any other way except missionary.”
“You were going to get on top of me a moment ago,” he reminded her.
She gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I was going to try something different.”
“Then get your beautiful butt over here, and I’ll show you something different.”
“Are you ordering me?”
“No. I’m begging you.”
There was something in his tone that told her he wasn’t the type of man who begged. Neither did she believe he wanted to have sex with her purely to satisfy his own physical need.
She snuggled next to him. He reached over and grabbed the back of her thigh, and lifted her leg over his hip. He didn’t penetrate her. Instead, he ran his hand over her face. They were nearly nose to nose, and his eyes were a pearlescent white.
“Is this where I ask how many women you’ve had, which is how you learned to do this?” she softly inquired.
His gaze never left hers. “I’ve had fewer partners than you think.”
Caralas frowned. “How can that be? You being the battle prince.”
“Because I’m Mutah.” There was a harsh edge to his voice.
“Because of your eyes?” she countered.
His gaze dropped, which answered her question.
