Ultimate Warriors (39 page)

     
Quinlan’s
eyes widened as she looked him over. Not an ounce of fat marred his thick
frame. The wide base of his desire stood tall, frightfully persuasive in its
large size. Not even in her dreams had he been this delectable. She couldn’t
speak.

     
"You’re
exquisite," he continued to stare. "I want to make love to you in the
shower."

     
Quinlan’s
mouth went dry. She slowly started to back away from him into the shower stall.
She opened the door and stepped inside. Before she could even turn around, she
felt his hands on her naked back.

     
Nikandros
shut the door as he stepped in behind her. His hands glided over her flesh, at
once finding hold on her chest. Insistently, he pushed her forward until her
body was pressed against the unforgiving tile wall. His lips dipped to drink
from her wet flesh, kissing and licking her delectable skin.

     
"You
taste so good," he said between sips. She gasped, her hand reaching behind
her to feel for him. Her fingers met with flexing muscular hips.

     
Nikandros
groaned, pressing his risen manhood into her tender backside. Quinlan
whimpered, gasping loudly as he began to rub himself into the sensitive flesh
of her cleft. She knew the house was empty, knew that the robot staff wouldn’t
care if she screamed in pleasure.

     
"You
like that, don’t you?" he demanded hotly. His teeth bit into the tender
lobe of her ear. "You want me inside you, don’t you?"

     
"Yes,"
she panted, liking the sound of his voice, the feel of him. His hands were
doing delightful things to her breasts, tweaking and teasing them to hard
points.

     
At her
admission, Nikandros turned her in the shower to face him. He kissed her
softly, passionately. His fingers glided over her hot, wet skin, sending wave
after wave of desire through her.

     
Quinlan
was on fire. She felt cream pooling between her thighs, wet and hot and so very
ready for him. When he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, she didn’t
protest. His hands supported her. His weight pressed her back into the wall.

     
Nikandros
guided himself forward. Her wet heat called to him. He stroked himself lightly
along her opening, parting her velvet lips with his hard shaft, testing to see
if she was ready to accept him. He’d waited for so long, had been tormented by
the sound of her voice. He had been haunted in dreams and in wakefulness.

     
To her
surprise, he took her slowly, entering her with a gentleness that made her body
weak and strong at the same time. Quinlan had never felt anything like him. He
tested her, probing as he stretched her to fit around him. The shower made
their skin glide easily, just as her wetness made his claiming all the sweeter.

     
Nikandros
groaned as she fitted around him. She was tight, but her muscles surrendered to
his solid heat. Not stopping until he was fully embedded, he growled loudly.

     
"Oh,"
she breathed, wiggling against him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
"Yes. Yes."

     
Grabbing
onto her hips, he began to move, pulling out only to delve back inside.
Nikandros grunted. Quinlan screamed. Their bodies slammed together in a primal
rhythm.

     
"Oh,
ye-es, Nick," she gasped, urging him on. Her head fell forward to bite at
his neck. He continued to move, picking up the tempo of his possession.

     
"Ah,
Quinlan, you feel so good, so tight," he growled, trying to control her
hips and touch all of her at the same time. The movements of his body
quickened, sparking a reaction deep inside her.

     
When he
pulled back, her eyes were staring into him, wide and trusting. Something
inside of him broke in that moment. He saw her loneliness--so deep and raw. He
knew she was innocent of everything they thought her capable of. He couldn’t
explain it, but he knew it as sure as he knew himself.

     
The
swiftness with which her body peaked amazed her as she tensed against him,
arching violently into the tile. Nikandros almost lost his footing on the slick
stone beneath his feet. And, as her body tightened around him with forceful
tremors, clenching him hard, it was all he could do to hold on as he jerked his
release into her.

     
Nikandros
lowered Quinlan down from the wall. At first, he didn’t move away, keeping her
pressed against him, trapped to him. The feel of her soft body beneath him made
him want to stand there forever, protecting her.

     
She
quivered against the solid mass of his flesh, feeling secure in his strong
arms. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew she was falling for him. She knew
it wasn’t completely due to the sensations she’d just experienced--though they
had shattered her world. It was like she knew him, like she’d known him all her
life.

     
Nikandros
slowly pulled back, only to kiss her in an effort to cut off anything she might
try to say. Whatever she thought, he didn’t want to hear it. Yet again, she
moaned lightly against him, easily melting into his passion. At the soft sound,
he was surprised to find his body eager to claim her all over again.

     
"Turn
off the shower," he murmured to her panting lips.

     
"Shower
off," she breathed, sucking his tongue into her mouth. The water instantly
stopped spraying.

     
"Invite
me to your bed," he urged.

     
Quinlan
nodded, her finger wound up into his soft wet hair, as she whispered,
"Mm-hum. Come to my bed."

     
His hand
found its way over her hip. His fingers moved to touch her intimately, bolding
circling around her until she felt her hips jerk in response.

     
"Invite
me to come inside you," he whispered.

     
"Yes,"
she breathed, growing hot under his touch. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She
didn’t know how he managed it, but with a few simple words he’d heated her back
past the point of reasoning. "Oh! Come inside me."

     
Nikandros
growled. Quinlan giggled as he swung her up into his arms and rushed her across
her bedroom. Her body glided onto the silk sheets of her bed as he laid her
down.

     
"You
feel just like this silk," he confessed, running his hands over her as he
came to lay half way on top of her moist body. Her gray-green eyes widened at
the admission. His large thigh pressed her legs down, trapping her beneath him,
not that she had anywhere else she wanted to go.

     
His nose
nudged near her ear, pushing her cheek over so he could place hot kisses along
her neck. Her body was still wet from the shower and it aided his lips as they
slid to envelop the base of her throat, moving along her collarbone. Quinlan
shivered, arching slightly into him.

     
"Where
did you come from?" she whispered in awe, panting as he kissed her. Surely
he had emerged from her dreams. Reality was never like this.

     
Nikandros
wanted to tell her the truth, but couldn’t. When his lips stilled in their
journey, she pulled back to study him.

     
"Who
are you, really?" she asked, her eyes searching and vulnerable. She
swallowed. She had been alone for so long, that she never imagined that
anything could take away the ache she felt. But, with him, she didn’t feel the
emptiness.

     
Nikandros
closed his eyes, fighting the truth that tried to spill forth from him. He’d
never realized until that moment of ecstasy in her arms how alone his centuries
had truly been. He was old enough to know his feelings for what they were. He
was old enough to know his own heart. He was old enough to know he couldn’t
blow his cover until he had solid proof that she wasn’t guilty. Taking a deep
breath, he said the only truth he could. "I am a man you shouldn’t trust
just yet."

     
Her eyes
fell. He felt her sadness as if it was his own.

     
"But
I am also a man who wants nothing more than to be here right now, making love
to you," he whispered.

     
Quinlan
took the answer for what it was, knowing that was all he would or could say.
She was familiar with secrets. Slowly, she nodded, offering her neck up to him
so he could resume his pleasurable torture of her skin.

     
Nikandros
was awed by how easily she accepted his response. She did not scream or try to
coax answers from him. She did not demand anything from him at all, except what
he would readily give her. He again kissed her throat, licking at her pulse
until it began to speed up at his rapt attention.

     
His hand
found her breast, ripening a nipple with his thumb. His lips found the other
peak, nipping at it with his teeth only to soothe it the next instant with a
deep kiss. Quinlan moaned, loving the feel of his strong body. His kisses
trailed over her stomach, to her hips, only to center on her most intimate
need.

     
He was
surprised to find her ready for him as his fingers dipped inside to stroke her.
Her leg rubbed restlessly against him, her foot working its way to lie against
his arousal, stroking him in return the only way she could reach.

     
Quinlan
thought she died when his lips latched onto her moistened center. His fingers
began to move more insistently, urging her to climax against his hand. She
began to tremble. Nikandros felt the response and sucked her deeper into his
mouth. His fingers quickened until her hands were in his hair smothering his
lips into her softness. Her head thrashed wildly against her pillows.

     
"Nick,"
she screamed, jerking and tensing against him. It was the most beautiful sound
he’d ever heard. He didn’t let up until he milked every last quiver her body
had to offer him. A dominant smile on his lips, he released her and crawled up
over her weakened body.

     
He moved
as if he would enter her, but Quinlan tightened her thighs on his waist and
flung him onto his back with a surprising strength. A sultry vixen’s smile came
to her mouth as she eyed his naked and readied body.

     
"I
must have you," he growled, reaching to grab her hips. She met his hands
and pressed them over his head, pinning him down. The moisture from her body
slid between them as she sat on his hard stomach.

     
"It’s
my turn to play," she whispered.

     
Nikandros
was glad that her head dipped to kiss his chest, because his mouth fell open in
amazement at the bold statement. Her lips were on his hot flesh, tracing a
pattern over the ridges of his muscles. Her mouth was light, dropping little
feathery caresses along him until he squirmed to be free of her torture.

     
She was
amazedly strong, but he knew that if really wanted to, he could buck her off
him. But, as she sat up, he saw the lowered lids of her impassioned gaze and he
wouldn’t have stopped her torture for the world. She leaned over to explore his
neck and throat, biting him as he had her and then soothing the same way.

     
"Do
you like this?" she asked, licking her way to his earlobe. She was
answered by a husky growl.

     
"Yes,"
he groaned. The loudness of his response pleased her.

     
She
kissed up his jaw to claim his mouth. She sucked at his eager tongue, massaging
it with her own. His hips jerked and her body slid back along his waist so that
her backside was flush against his heavy erection. She could feel him against
her, large and powerful. The smooth skin of him rubbed insistently into her as
he thrust his hips up, searching for his release that could not come unless she
took him deep inside.

     
"I
must have you now," he urged against her mouth, not letting her up from
his all-consuming kiss. "Let me inside you, Quinlan, please. I need to
feel your silken depths before I explode."

     
Quinlan
released his arms. He growled, his hands automatically finding her hips to
raise her up. With a potent force, he guided himself directly inside of her,
hitting hard upon her heated core. Quinlan jerked in surprise.

     
Nikandros
howled with delight at the feel of her on top of him. His stomach tensed and he
sat up, rocking her thighs against his hips. The action caused him to go deeper
still. His fingers dug into the silk sheets as he braced his arms back. Her
hips began to move, controlling the motion of their thrusts. His knees bent and
his heels dug into the bed for leverage. His body jerked, impatient to meet the
down stroke of her hips, slamming his body up into hers.