Page 16 of A Lion's Heart
“Now that I know stalking is apparently a part of your assignment, you don’t have to prove that point by literally being on my heels,” she quipped.
Her brow was furrowed, shoulders set stiffly. Anger was even an alluring scent on her, like something sweet baking. It tickled his senses to the point that Decan was reaching out to touch her when he probably should have been running to get away from her.
“I’ll apologize for yelling, but not for trying to keep you safe,” he said as his hands closed around her arms.
His action had been slow, his fingers wrapping gently around the bare skin of her biceps. She didn’t look down at his hands, but he knew she was letting the effects of their contact sink in. He knew because he felt it too. It was similar to the way it had been when they were outside and he’d put his hands on her. Like a lock clicking open they stood still and waited to see what would happen next. He was as powerless to stop it as she was, even though he was certain that a part of both of them knew just how a big a mistake this was going to be.
She tilted her chin upward as if she’d heard his every thought and Decan sighed as his cat pressed forcefully against him, begging for the extra connection.
He gave in because in the space of those few moments there was nowhere for him to run. Besides, was not an option when both his body and his cat were in sync. He brushed his lips over hers first, tentatively, trying to test the cat and the man to see if they were both certain. In the next seconds his tongue was pushing past her lips, taking every bit of her taste and groaning into a kiss that he knew would change everything.
Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him closer. Decan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against him as their tongues continued to duel. His cat was on full alert standing at attention and hearing the low, but undeniable call of hers. Decan stilled because this had never happened before. Not with any other female he’d been with. It was so strange, he had no idea how to react.
Fortunately, Nisa did. She deepened the kiss, letting her hands slip down to his shoulders where her nails dug through the material of his shirt to prick his skin. Her body moved against his, the curve of her breasts along his torso, in a sensuous motion that had a low growl rumbling in Decan’s chest. He pushed her back against the door and she lifted a leg to glide up the side of his, wrapping it seductively around his waist. His hands moved down to grip her ass, squeezing as he melted into the kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot and wet against his. And her scent, it filled every part of him, enticing him, goading him, forcing him.
Decan’s hand was moving before he could even consider what he was about to do. His fingers trailed along the elastic waist of her pants, dipping lower when he came between them. She moaned. The sharpened edge of her jaguar’s teeth nipping his lower lip as his pressed lower, moving down to cup her bare mound. Yes, it was bare, free of any hair at all, and Decan wanted to roar his intense pleasure at the thought. She was warm here also and wet, damn it all to hell, she was so fucking wet. His fingers slid easily between her plump folds, grazing the tight bud of her clit before moving further to find the spot he needed. He hadn’t even been aware of the search, but his cat had, and Decan had to tear his lips away from hers to let the deep purr of satisfaction echo throughout the hallway.
Immediately following were three chimes that pierced the haze of desire that had been about to take Decan to a place he was certain he shouldn’t tread. Wanting to be thankful for the interruption but instantly hating Nisa’s reaction to it, he pulled his hand from her. She had already lifted her head to the sound, flattening her palms on his chest as she prepared to move away. He did it for her and did not say a word when she turned from him and entered her room.
Gritting his teeth as the door closed, Decan once again let his claws extend and used them to trace a code over the door’s control pad, to lock her inside. She would hate that she could not get out and no doubt let him know about it the moment he returned. But Decan didn’t care. Now, more than ever, he knew that not only did he need to protect her from her own recklessness by going above ground unescorted, but he also had to keep her safe from what was happening around her that she had no clue about.
