His mouth almost curved. "I wouldn't dream of it."
He wrapped his arms around me, hands moving slowly, giving me every opportunity to stop him as he unfastened the hooks of my black bra and the sheer fabric dropped to the floor.
He stepped back and took me in, his pupils darkening until they swallowed any color in his eyes. Instead of feeling shy, his hungry gaze made me feel powerful. Now it was my turn to call the shots.
I dropped my gaze to the battle kilt riding low on his hips and then back up to the dense muscle and bronze skin, the curling black marks emblazoned across his hard chest muscles, the faint silver line of an old scar curving beneath his ribs. I'd been pretending not to notice how he looked without a shirt for days. Pretending required considerably more effort up close.
“Let’s start with your boots," I said.
"Is that an order?"
“Consider it a firm suggestion."
His mouth curved into a real smile this time, brief and devastating, and he bent to pull off one boot, then the other. I stepped out of mine without waiting to be asked.
“Now your kilt,” I said, my mouth going dry.
Without any hesitation, he shed his belt and dropped the leather kilt where it smacked the floor. I tried not to gape at the long, thick cock that jutted from his body, the inky marks curling up the shaft identical to the ones on his chest.
“Your pants,” he said gruffly.
I unfastened them and shimmied them over my hips and then my calves, finally kicking them off and across the room. Kolt’s gaze dropped to my black panties, and he closed the distance between us. But instead of grabbing me or doing anything rough I would have expected from a Vandar, he bent over and brushed his lips across my shoulder as his hands went to my hips.
I bit back a moan as he twisted his fingers around the strings of my bikini, then he yanked so quickly and suddenly that the fabric snapped, and my panties fell to the floor.
“Wh…what?” I said, startled.
My complaints were stifled as he curled a hand around my waist and pressed it to the small of my back. Still, he didn’t press my body to his as he gently kissed his way from my shoulders to my neck.
Something brushed the outside of my calf, and I startled before I realized it was his tail, trailing up along my leg with a feather-light pressure that was somehow more intense than if he'dused his hands. The tip curled slightly as it went, tracing the curve of my knee, and a shiver moved through me.
That’s not playing fair,I thought.
His mouth moved to the curve of my jaw, the soft skin below my ear, and I sucked in a breath. His tail swept a slow arc up my thigh; a throaty purr escaped my lips, and felt him smile against my throat.
Smug bastard,I thought, but I didn't really care.
My hands found his shoulders, his skin impossibly warm under my palms, and somewhere in the back of my mind a very small, very inconvenient voice noted that I had told myself this wouldn't mean anything.
It doesn't mean anything,I told myself firmly.
He drew back far enough to look at me, his forehead tipping toward mine, his tail stilling against my leg, as if even it was waiting.
"You are not what I expected," he said.
"Neither are you.”
His eyes stayed on mine for a beat. Then he brought his mouth to mine, and I let go of the last of my very sensible objections as his tail slipped between my legs.
He broke the kiss to meet my eyes, his lips quirking as his tail pushed into me slow and deep, the thick fur sending tingles ricocheting through my body.
“No fair using your tail.”
He stroked it in and out, his gaze never leaving my face. “Who said I had to play fair?”
I let my head fall back as Kolt moved the thick tip of his tail deeper inside me. The forbidden thrill of the Vandar tail-fucking me made my release build quickly.
“Eyes on me, Skye,” he said as my moans became more desperate.
