Samurai Game (GhostWalkers #10)(106)
Author: Christine Feehan

“Really?” Her eyebrow shot up and she leaned her head back against his chest while he took his time soaping her br**sts. “I would have thought you’d be very happy you don’t have to worry about me—or any of the others—when you’re away.”

He dropped another kiss on top of all that thick silky hair. “I suppose you have a point.” His fingers traced the spiderweb down to her belly. “Tell me.” He couldn’t help that his voice had gone a little gruff.

“I found all the women extremely intriguing. Their individual gifts are amazing. Dahlia in particular. She actually built a wall of fire between the compound on the western facing slope and those trying to gain access. It was comical when I saw the video surveillance after. Whitney must have forgotten just how enhanced these women are.” She squirmed a little as he brought his hand—and the nozzle with water—between her legs.

She gave a small gasp as he directed the spray against her clit. “Sammy, I can’t think properly when you’re doing that.”

He kept up the pressure for a few more moments, until she was moaning, her h*ps moving subtly. He went back to washing her, enjoying the feel of her skin against his palms as he washed the inside of her thighs.

He bent his head to place his lips against her ear. “I plan to eat you up, Azami,” he informed her. “Take my time and just enjoy myself.”

Her eyes went darker than ever, turning to liquid. Her lips parted slightly as her breath turned a little ragged.

“Did you visit with any of the women in between holding off an assault and assassinating traitors?” His fingers stroked her thigh as he ran the water down her slender legs.

She nodded. “I liked them very much. I’m getting to know Lily, and Flame is very nice as well. Lily let me spend time with Daniel, and I’ve decided having a child is worth the worry.”

He laughed softly. “I noticed.”

She blushed. “I met Saber, from Team Two. We knew each other as children. She’s a couple of years older than me and was good to me. It was nice to fight alongside her and catch up on her life. Her husband is very nice. I’m happy for her.”

“Were they all welcoming?” he asked. His voice had gone husky. Washing her body, paying attention to shadows and hollows, using the water to thoroughly clean her, yet deliberately teasing her body with hands, mouth, and water had aroused him as much as it had her. He handed her the spray nozzle and sank down onto the little wooden stool.

“They were very welcoming, Sam,” she said. “I’m going to love living here. Daiki and Eiji feel they can make this a second home.”

She took her time, her movements unhurried and thorough. He didn’t expect less from her. Caring for him was important to her, and she made certain that she attended him very thoroughly. This time, when she was washing his groin, her fingers and mouth were every bit as busy as the sea sponge, not so subtly paying him back for his arousing ministrations.

When she put down the spray nozzle and did that thing with her hair, knotting it up on her head before stepping into the steaming hot water, he realized that she had not only changed his world, but she’d changed him. He loved his home. He loved Azami and the way she cared for him. She didn’t try to hide that she was overjoyed to see him or that she wanted his body every bit as much as he wanted hers.

This time, while they soaked in the tub, he allowed his mind to play out erotic fantasies, sharing them with her. The hot water had heated her skin to a rose color so he couldn’t tell if she was blushing at his fantasies, but she shyly added a few details of her own that robbed him of his breath.

When he stepped from the tub, mostly because he had to have her again, his fist circled his pulsing cock, stroking with intent. Even though they’d made love hard and fast, it wasn’t enough for him. He felt as if he might explode any moment. “Baby, you’re going to have to help me out.”

“You’re very impatient,” she observed, one eyebrow shooting up.

“Kneel up in the bathtub,” Sam said, one hand anchoring in her hair, tilting her head back just a bit. “I need to feel your mouth around me. Just for a moment and then I swear, I’ll be all about finishing cleansing the spirit.”

That was a blatant lie. His mind wasn’t going to be cleansed. Erotic pictures continued to dance in his head. He couldn’t help it. Her body was there for the taking. His. Displayed only for him with her exotic tattoos and beautiful, delicate curves. There was no way to get rid of those pictures in his head, or the monster of a hard-on her ministrations had put there.

Azami slowly complied with his request, her movements flowing and graceful. He urged her head forward. Her hands were warm from the water, slowly surrounding the girth of his cock, and he sighed with relief. Her soft little hands felt a hell of a lot better than his had. She didn’t have to do too much to put him in paradise. He watched her every movement. He’d never felt so much of a man as in that moment.

“I closed my eyes for five minutes out there in that jungle and all I could think about was this. How your mouth felt on me, the way you loved me. Show me right now.” He nudged at her sinful lips with the head of his cock.

Azami smiled at his impatience, at his obvious hunger. He knew she deliberately waited a heartbeat, letting time stretch out before she slowly opened her mouth and licked at the pearly drops waiting just for her. His body jerked involuntarily. He anchored both fists in her hair, holding her to him.

Azami laughed softly, echoing the blissful sound he had made earlier. Simultaneously she drew hard flesh into the heat of her mouth so that the sound vibrated through his burning c**k and traveled through his body, rocking him. He threw back his head and howled, making her laugh again.

He’d never learned to play like this. Never. He had never even considered it. Azami gave him such joy. She made life at home fun. He realized that element had been sadly lacking. He came home to an empty, dark house and sat in a chair reading his books or researching on the computer. There had never been the sound of laughter, or a woman who made him feel loved.

Azami loved him with that soft, sinful mouth of hers, taking him deep, her tongue teasing and dancing while her hands caressed and squeezed and cajoled. For a moment he closed his eyes savoring the feeling of the combination of love and lust rising. When she suckled him hard and then suddenly eased the pressure only to dance her tongue over the spot beneath the flared head, his h*ps picked up a rhythm he couldn’t quite stop.