Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(92)
Author: Kristen Ashley

This surprised me. He hadn’t fed that night except on roast chicken, stuffing, potatoes, rolls and Edwina’s whipped up at the last minute strawberry pie.

“You’re not?”

One of his hands slid up to cup the back of my head, the other one glided down my back. He guided my mouth to his and touched his lips to mine.

Eyes holding mine captive, he replied, “If I feed, the numbing agent will release. I don’t want any part of you numbed with what I do with my mouth tonight.”

Oh my God.

Another full body tremble, female parts ripple and goose bumps formed on my flesh. He felt it, he knew it, he grinned his smug grin and then he kissed me.

It wasn’t a claiming onslaught. It wasn’t a wild, ravenous duel. It was sweet and soft, coaxing and discovering, a new kind of kiss that was quite like our first one but a whole lot better.

My body melted into his and I kissed him back.

His hand at my back slid over my bottom, down my thigh and then started to bunch the robe in his fist. From somewhere far away, my naughty-girl undies popped right into my head and I jerked straight up to straddling him.

He allowed this, why, I didn’t know. He just laid there looking up at me, his eyes alert but not angry, his hand now caught in the crease of my leg, his other hand coming to rest on my other thigh.

I stared down at him thinking one thing.

I needed to change clothes. Like, now.

“There’s something I forgot,” I muttered.

“Leah –”

I prepared to move and while I took the nanosecond to do this both his hands settled firmly on my hips.

“Leah, you aren’t going anywhere.”

I was mentally inventorying my lingerie drawer (he’d filled it full himself, he had to like those things, he bought them!), when I replied, “This won’t take a second.”

His hands tensed, his face gentled, his eyes grew warm just as his voice dipped low, a killer combination. “Sweetling, there’s nothing on this planet you have to worry about right now.”

“Lucien –”

His hands slid up my sides at the same time putting on pressure to pull me toward him.

“Just relax,” he muttered.

My mind searched wildly for ways to delay.

“Can I…?” I muttered, coming up with nothing as his face got closer. “Can I…?” I repeated stupidly. Then it came to me. “Will you let me… explore?” I whispered.

The pressure stopped.

Thank God.

His hands drifted down my sides, my waist, my h*ps to come to rest on the tops of my thighs.

“By all means,” he murmured, my heart skipped, his eyes had gone hooded and now I was really in trouble.

Since I’d been really in trouble before like, lots, as usual, I just winged it.

And, anyway, his chest was right there. And I’d never really touched him before. He touched me but I’d never got the chance to have a go at him.

I took my chance.

I lifted up to straddling again and, using my fingertips, I explored. Drifting softly as my eyes followed my movements, I touched all the planes and angles of his chest, his abdomen, brushing my fingers across the top of the bedclothes under his navel.

I discovered he felt good. His skin was soft, his muscles hard. The angles fascinated me. The planes fascinated me more. I lost myself so much, it came as a surprise when he took in a sharp breath and his fingers tensed on my thighs as I ran the pad of my thumb across his nipple.

My eyes flew to his and his were intense, so intense they were blazing.

For the first time since I met him, I felt power.

And I liked it.

I liked it so much, I couldn’t stop my smile.

Totally forgetting my lingerie, I bent at the waist. I followed the trail my fingertips had made, this time with my mouth, often my tongue, tasting him.

His skin tasted just as delicious as his kisses.

My lips slid across his nipple then my tongue did the same then I swept the front edge of my teeth against it.

Suddenly, he knifed to sitting, his hands no longer at my thighs, they were yanking at the belt of my robe.

“I’m not done exploring,” I protested.

Looking in my eyes, he tugged the robe off my shoulders and tossed it aside. Then his hand fisted in my hair and he steered my mouth to his.

“You can explore all you want when we’re both naked.” His voice was a low, sexy rumble.

I had no chance to speak further. He kissed me, hungry, even needy, and demanding. So demanding it rocked me, my arms circled him for I had no choice but to hold on.

I was dazed, trembling and feeling ripples everywhere when his mouth tore from mine, he leaned a bit back, his hands at my camisole and he stilled.

Then, eyes on my middle, in what could only be described as a raw groan, he growled, “Jesus Leah.”

“What?” I breathed then I remembered and I stilled too.

Damn!

He didn’t like my naughty-girl undies.

His hand went into my hair, twisting and fisting and he used it to bring my face close to his.

His eyes were burning.

I quit breathing.

Then he ground out, “Leave it to you to wear something I want to f**k you in when I’ve been fantasizing for twenty years of f**king you wearing nothing at all.”

Okay, maybe I was wrong. One could say he liked the lingerie.

Good to know.

“Is this our only shot?” I asked, still dazed and now slightly confused.

“Pardon?”

“Are we only ha**ng s*x once?”

“Fuck no,” he clipped.

“Then can’t you do both… eventually?”

I’d barely uttered the “ly” in “eventually” when I was flying through the air, landing on my back.

Before his mouth took mine in another hungry, demanding kiss, I guessed I had my answer.

I learned very quickly that Lucien hadn’t only used his eight hundred plus years on this earth to become a master with his hands and mouth.

Lucien had used those years to become a master at everything.

He also used the lingerie to his advantage. His mouth did the same on me as mine did on him but trailing the edge of the camisole at my br**sts, pushing the blousing up and gliding his lips and tongue across my midriff and belly, tracing the edge of my panties then up. Over the frills, I felt his tongue dart aggressively against my rock hard nipple then again and again before he sucked it into his mouth over the fabric.

When he did, it felt so freaking fantastic, I moaned for a very long time.

Not done, he tugged the fabric down so it dragged across my sensitive nipple in a sexy way that made me whimper before his mouth locked on my nipple and he drew it in sharply.