“Oh, God,” I moaned, pressing my body flush against his. He didn’t smell so bad himself. Wildness and spice, with a hint of cherries. I groaned and tilted my head to the side as his teeth bit my earlobe.
The click of metal had my eyes lowering, to the object he had taken from the back of his pants, as he placed it on the bedside table. I hadn’t noticed any blades on him before, and this item I was unfamiliar with.
I asked, “What’s that?”
“A weapon.” He pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Golden eyes flared on the soft mounds of flesh at the top of my bra. He ran one heated finger against my heaving breasts. A shiver ran down my spine at his hard demand, powerful and sinful. “Don’t touch it.”
I arched against the wall while goose bumps pebbled on my skin. His lone finger rubbed gentle circles on my small cleavage, and I whimpered for more.
My words were breathless. “What kind of weapon?”
“The dangerous kind.” His olive skin rippled with lickable muscles as he lifted me again and tossed me on the bed—away from the unknown weapon. Golden eyes full of heat burned into my exposed skin while I scooted to the center of the bed. He yanked off one of my sneakers and then the other. Godric licked his bottom lip, his gaze lingering between my thighs. “Are you protected from pregnancy, pet?”
I nodded and lifted my silver bracelet in front of my face. With a simple punch of a code, it scanned my body while he pulled my socks from my feet.
I tilted my arm in his direction so he could view the readout. “No diseases. And I’m set for six more months on birth control.”
He stopped unzipping my pants to type in a code on his own silver bracelet. The readout he showed indicated he was free of all diseases too. “No condoms then?”
“No condoms,” I agreed.
Skin on skin was a wicked indulgence.
Godric leaned down and placed his strong arms on either side of my body. He bit the waistline of my pants and peered up with the navy material still between his teeth.
My breath caught. This man wanted to consume me. So much desire radiated off him, in waves of heat, that I lifted my hips just to be closer to his warmth.
He tugged the material with his white teeth before releasing it and licking along my waistline just above my pants, his pink tongue appearing between his red lips.
“In the bar, you said you only had a few hours. How many?” Godric questioned.
“Maybe two.” I wiggled beneath him. I unhooked my bra and let it fall off the side of the bed. “Maybe less.”
“Let’s make the best of it then,” Godric purred.
There was a slight draft coming from the air conditioner overhead, but the cool air would feel wonderful in just a few minutes. His muscles clenched as he pulled my pants down, my panties going with them. They were tossed aside, and I was naked before him.
Godric rose to his knees on the bed and gradually unbuckled his black belt. Hungry golden eyes stared down at my skin, eating up every secret spot on my body. His lips curved up at the edges, a hint of sensual delight. He was enjoying the view as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dress slacks.
I grinned in appreciation and sat up, pressing my palms to his chest. His warm pecs were dark compared to my porcelain skin. The pads of my fingers dipped over his hardened muscles; they were glorious and lethal, pure power all in one man. I peered up into his eyes as I played with one of his tiny brown nipples.
I whispered with honesty, “You are gorgeous.”
He pressed his lips lightly on my forehead, before removing the rest of his clothing. “The same could be said for you.”
I wasn’t prepared when he placed his right hand on the center of my chest and shoved me back flat on the bed. A shocked grunt escaped, and I stared at him wide-eyed. But he was already dipping his head to my breasts. He may have been right. He may be too much for me.
Except the man had a fantastic tongue. Godric’s mouth captured my left breast and sucked without remorse while one of his hands cupped my right one. His mouth and tongue tortured me on one side, and on the other, he was gentle and careful as he molded my flesh. His resulting groan had my eyes rolling up in my head, the cadence of his voice just as stimulating.
My hands lifted and my fingers threaded through his tawny hair. It was soft but not as soft as mine. Each fine strand had a coarseness to it that matched this man’s wicked ways. I hissed as his teeth latched onto my nipple with enough bite to make my muscles clench. Then he ran his pink tongue over the sting and sucked my nipple softly into his mouth.
I spread my legs and wrapped them around his body as his mouth traveled south down my stomach. His tongue circled my belly button three times before he nipped at the soft skin there. I giggled from the touch, a ticklish spot, and he fluttered his fingers over it while his face dipped between my thighs. I was stuck between wiggling and laughing or tossing my head back in a pleasured shout.
It came out as a choked groan, loud and long.
He snickered gently.
I smacked his forehead softly. “Mean.”
