Teaser Tuesday: 3 of 3
Look for Thane on January 5th.
Thane emerged from the bathroom and strode across Amara’s bedroom like he owned the place. Hell, he felt like the king of the world after what just happened. His period of abstinence was over thanks to the little vixen in disguise. Her unashamed desire rocked him and all thoughts of her being a sweet, naïve creature were obliterated. She had dropped to her knees and taken what she wanted from him without glancing back when she was done.
He thought he could keep the woman off his mind while showering. He had been so very wrong. Deciding to use her bathroom had been his biggest mistake. The second he turned on the water and the room filled with her soft jasmine scent, he figured out the flaw in his plan. His shaft came to life and his skin became ultra sensitive. All thoughts of avoiding her and keeping his distance evaporated with his common sense.
He didn’t know how long he stood under the water waiting for her. Hoping she would come find him. It sounded so desperate to him now. Not once in his life had he longed for a woman to make the first move. It proved how out of practice he was after all.
Standing under the hot spray, he was seconds from getting out when she finally joined him. The lust and need sparkling in her eyes, and the way she devoured him with her gaze, told him he was in for a ride. He didn’t count on her going to her knees and blowing him. Honestly, he had no idea what would happen.
For the love of Zeus, it had been the best blowjob he’d had in centuries. He remembered what sex felt like: the rush of endorphins, slick skin sliding against slick skin, the heated clasp of his lover’s body, and finally, the euphoric feeling of climax. It came as a punishment, a reminder of what he had done wrong.
But those memories didn’t live up to Amara and how she made him feel. There was a connection he had never known, a link binding them together that had nothing to do with his task.
The touch of her hand on his skin made him ache for more. The lust in her eyes made him want to cover her, fill her, and watch her explode. The twinge in his heart, which tended not to be involved, told him he needed to tread carefully. Maybe it was finally getting a response from his long-dormant body. Perhaps it was helping someone truly in need. It might even be that he thought he could actually fall in love. He didn’t know the reasons, but it scared the shit out of him…if he thought about it too long.
White towel wrapped around his hips, he stopped next to the bed where she had laid out his clothes. The clean shirt and fresh denim ready to be put on. “Ready to have me leave so soon?”
She shrugged and stepped into a pair of black yoga pants. She shimmied them up her hips seductively before sliding a dark pink tank top over her head, covering her naked breasts. “That’s entirely up to you. I appreciate all of the help, but if you need to go, then go.”
Gathering up her wet towel she brushed by him, snagging his as she went. It came off with little effort. His cock started to fill as the cool air in the room drifted over him. It was like the thing had a mind of its own now.
Grumbling, he pulled on his jeans and left his T-shirt where it lay. He didn’t plan on leaving. In fact, he hoped to stay the night.