WarriorsWoman by Evanne Lorraine

Then he held her on his lap while he used one of the smaller towels to pat her dry, and a third for her hair. By the time he finished, she slept. He simply held her.
    Innocent of cosmetics, the only jewelry she wore was delicate pearl earrings. Her hair was still damp, and purple shadows darkened the skin under her ridiculously thick eyelashes—she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. As uncomfortable as his relentless erection was, with a naked Minka on his lap, he would have happily waited forever.
    An hour later, she stirred and rubbed her bottom. “Feels like I’m sitting on a helmet.”
    He chuckled. “Close, you are resting on my body armor.”
    “Time to take it off, champ.” She climbed off his lap, stretched, and shyly looked at him for approval. “Don’t you think so?”
    He drank in her sweet combination of brave humor, bold sensuality and a naїve uncertainty. The way she called him champ made him grin. He loved being her champion—loved that was how she thought of him. Minka was not as he had imagined her. She was so much more.
    “Yes.” No further discussion seemed needed. He unfastened his pants, kicked them off, and reached for the release latches on his crotch defender.
    “Can I help?”
    He wanted to laugh again, but a glance at the wistful need in her expression erased the urge to chuckle and made him too desperate to wait for her assistance. He tried to clear the hunger out of his voice and still sounded too gruff. “Better let me.”
    Once he had removed the armor, his cock uncoiled like an anaconda.
    Her slumberous eyelids opened wide, either with shock or awe. Nervous, he waited for her verdict. Finally, a sigh puffed from her lush lips. “You are so magnificent.”
    A new chuckle of utter delight rolled off his tongue then he captured her mouth for another heart-accelerating kiss. “And you are perfect, little one.”
    He had meant to keep it subtle and work into claiming her sweet mouth nice and slow. When Minka parted her lips and softened against the pressure of his tongue, he lost all semblance of control. Thrusting into her softness like a ravening beast, he demanded possession.
    She surrendered, clutching his shoulders to keep him close. From the back of her throat came sexy little sounds that were half-moan, half-whimper, and all wanton woman.
    Without breaking the kiss, he unwound her towel and tossed it in the general direction of the chair. Before it landed, he took action, walking her backward toward the bed.
    He had fantasized for years about tasting Minka. Now she was here, alive, and in his arms. He planned to savor every second. Starting by devouring her silken mouth where a trace of mint mixed with her natural intoxicating flavor, he moved to the sensitive juncture of her slender neck and shoulders. After spending some quality time on tasting her breasts, he went lower to lap every drop of the sweet cream from her pussy.
    A mech never quit until he achieved his goal or died trying and a mech was damn hard to kill. He dedicated himself to a new mission—Minka’s complete and utter satisfaction.
    Once he released her mouth to nibble his way down her throat, she moved against him restlessly. “Please, I need you inside me.”
    He lifted his lips from her softness long enough to ask, “What part of me?”
    Without a word, she reaching between them and wrapped her soft hand around his cock. He clamped down on his titanium control not to thrust into her gentle hold.
    “Soon,” he promised in a rough growl and latched on to a tempting nipple and pulled it hard against the roof of his mouth.
    She arched, pushing her perfect breasts closer and he sucked more of one tender mound into his mouth. Blindly, he palmed her other breast, lightly pinching the tight tip between thumb and finger. She gifted him with a moan of blissful need that pulled drops of pre-cum from his impossibly swollen erection.
    Despite his strong preference, savoring the wonders of her sweet body