Warrior Lover (Draconia Tales) by Karilyn Bentley Page B

his middle finger flicked across one of her nipples.
    “What?”
    The finger flicked again and she bit her lip to stifle the gasp. “What color are they?”
    She felt the heat explode in her face. How embarrassing. “Umm. Pink?”
    “Like a rose?”
    “Umm. Sure.”
    “I knew it. You are truly exquisite.” He glanced at her through hooded lids as his head lowered, his tongue reaching toward her nipple, then circling her bud before drawing it into his mouth.
    Embarrassment forgotten in the sensations, she closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure that swept through her with each lick of his tongue, each swipe of his fingers. Arching her back, she held his head against her breasts as his tongue played with one peak and then the other.
    The rasp of his unshaven beard against her sensitive skin drew another shudder from her. The man was magic. Each stroke of his hand, each lick of his tongue brought her closer to begging him to crush her. She wanted it, she needed to feel his body press against hers.
    She wanted it until she felt him loosen the tie of her trousers and slip his hand inside, cupping her most private parts. Then the reality of the situation hit her like a pile of grain. She stiffened, shoving his hand away.
    Lily tried to roll away, but he threw a leg over both of hers, holding her in place.
    “What is wrong, woman? You want me. My fingers are coated with your dew.”
    How mortifying! He’d felt the unusual wetness coating her woman parts and then remarked on it. She clasped a hand over her face.
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    Enar stared at his woman, sexual heat throbbing against his veins. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and the slickness his fingers felt meant she wanted the same. So why had she pushed him away? And now she lay with her hand hiding her face as if embarrassed. Why should she be embarrassed? Surely she’d been with a man before.
    Then he remembered the priest and the empty shelves in her store. The thinness of her ribs indicative of not enough to eat. The way he had to threaten the shopkeeper to return her paintbrushes.
    Maybe she had never known a man’s touch. Maybe he would be her first.
    Another one of those strange feelings causing an ache in his chest crashed into him. He rubbed his chest as he peered at her.
    “Lily, how many men have you joined with?”
    She put her other hand over her face and shook her head, giving him all the response he needed.
    His. She would only belong to him. His touch would be the only one she would know. What a responsibility. If he erred this time she might never welcome him to her bed. Totally unacceptable.
    He kissed her cheek, pulling her hand down. She closed her eyes against his gaze.
    “Lily, let me,” swive , no she might not like that word, what about, “pleasure you.”
    Her eyes flew open. “But, there’s something...wrong...with me...down there.”
    Enar thought about checking out what was wrong, he hadn’t felt anything out of the ordinary, but his hand hadn’t felt all there was to feel about her sweet core either. “Like what?”
    “It’s all, umm, well you felt it.”
    “Wet?”
    She put her hand over her face again, nodding.
    Enar snorted. “Woman, that’s supposed to happen. Means you want me to swi-um, pleasure you.”
    Lily dropped her hand, staring at him. “Seriously?”
    “Didn’t you enjoy my touches?”
    He couldn’t be certain in the dark, but he thought a blush crept across her cheeks.
    “They were nice. But you’ll crush me. You’re much bigger than I am.”
    Ah, the real problem. “Nonsense. I’ll fit you fine. Let me show you just how fine.”
    She stared into his eyes as if trying to discern whether or not he told the truth. After a moment, during which Enar thought he might pass out from holding his breath, she nodded. He smiled, running a hand down her cheek, feeling the smoothness of her skin.
    Making a woman so crazy with pleasure she forgot her surroundings was a lot of work. But someone had to