Her Druid Desire (The Amber Druid Series) (29 page)

           
The dark ink from his tattoo winked at her from in between puffs of steam and
the slightly watery glass. She couldn’t see it clearly, but she wanted to touch
that almost as badly as she wanted to touch him.

           
At the moment though, his hand on his hardness was enough to keep her
spellbound, more than his tattoo did. She watched the ease and assuredness at
how he touched himself. There was no shame, no embarrassment in what he was
doing. His grasp was sure and strong and so was his stroke. He switched tactics
in front of her eyes, stopping the stroking and sliding his hand
under…apparently he hit the right spot because another rumble of a growl leaked
out, startling her so badly she almost dropped to the floor.

           
With his hand out of the way Nadia got her first full look at Drake aroused.
She gulped deeply. Damn, but he was as large as the rest of him. And
immediately she wanted to touch it, she wanted to be the one grasping his
massive erection in her hands.
Her
, Nadia Morales who
had never once initiated anything in her life with the opposite sex, wanted to
be the one making this sexual, so very striking and gorgeous man growl with
pleasure.

           
She wanted to replace his hands with her own.

           
She moaned and immediately stiffened when she heard just how loud it was. With
her heart pounding in her ears, her body flushed with a fierce blush as she met
Drake’s eyes through the glass doors of the shower.

           
Molten gold had taken the place of his light caramel brown eye color. He looked
fierce, deadly, and extremely scary as he stared, but Nadia didn’t feel
terrified. She watched as his tongue crept out to lick a bit of water on his
lips, and that’s when she noticed the tip of his right fang. Oh God, he was
changing, but that’s because he was aroused. Nadia remembered him saying that
earlier. And for some reason it made her insides pulse with heat to see those
eyes staring her down, a fang winking at her from his mouth, while his hand…her
eyes looked down and yes, he was still holding himself. Heat bloomed along her
cheekbones. She licked her dry lips and didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure of
what
to
say.

           
Drake didn’t say anything either. It seemed as if they were both frozen in this
odd moment. And then she watched carefully as he moved his hand away from his
hard erection. Something inside of her snapped.

           
“Don’t,” just one word, but with the way his eyes slid to her face and glowed
even brighter, you would swear she must have said something else. He stopped
moving his hand though.

           
He moved one second later, then the water was off and he was opening one of the
shower doors, although he wasn’t making a move to leave. Nadia got her first
glimpse of him head on, naked and aroused, and almost slid to the floor in a
puddle of want.

           
“Don’t what?”

           
The words got her attention, but so did the fact that he was, once again,
clasping his erection with his fist. Even with her barging in on him, and
watching him
masturbate
, he still wasn’t humiliated. The abundance of
masculine swagger was so thick in the room that Nadia could have choked on it.

           
She let her eyes come back up his body, past the thin line of dark,
wet
hair that bisected his muscular stomach, then his chest and past his angular
jaw to land on those golden, glowing eyes of his. Then she whispered what she
wanted, “Don’t stop doing it.”

           
If it was possible for his eyes to burn more, they were doing so now. His gruff
voice slid along her nerves, and to Nadia it sounded like a deeper, animalistic
growl. “I won’t,” his tongue swiped at his lips again and Nadia saw both fangs
clearly, “but, instead of being a voyeur…why don’t you come over here and
participate?” His hand stroked one more time down his length and Nadia
shivered.

           
Then she damned herself for all eternity and stepped closer to the shower.

***

           
He would not push her away when the look on her face told him more than any
words at that moment could have. She wanted something. She wanted it badly.
Drake wasn’t sure if she could handle sex with him right now, and actually, he
wasn’t quite sure he had enough control over his Druid side to calm down enough
for her. With her slight frame and noted different sexual appetites than he or
the women he messed around with, Drake would take any notions of what sex
between them could be like and turn it into something primal, dark, raw, and
utterly different than what she was expecting or used to. He didn’t want to
shock her, but that would be exactly what would happen if he tried to slide
inside her body right now. He wasn’t looking for soft words and softer kisses.
What he wanted was someone experienced, and just as aggressive as he could
handle. He wanted rough, bruising, scream my name, and claw my back sex, and no
matter how bad he wanted it with her, he wouldn’t subject her to his wilder,
carnal appetites.

           
Although, the look in Nadia’s eyes when he had caught her
staring had not been ashamed.
Instead, she seemed like the cat that had
found the secret bowl of cream
and
the prize in the Cracker Jack box all
rolled in one. He hadn’t missed the self indulgent smile on her face and he
would probably dream about it for days now.

           
The delicious throb of blood in her body sung inside
his
veins as if he
was the tuning fork and she the vein of gold he had been searching for forever.
He couldn’t stop the glide of his tongue over the tips of his fangs the closer
she got. It didn’t dawn on him that she might see that and become terrified,
nor did it dawn on him that she would do what she did next.

           
Her slightly built body sidled right up to the glass door that stood hanging
open beside him, and without hesitation her hand came up to his face. Delicate
fingers reached out, caressing his mouth at first and then without warning, she
slid her finger between the
opening
of his lips and
touched the tip of his fang. For Drake, it was like stepping off the edge of a
cliff and hitting freezing cold water at fifty miles an hour. He was instantly
awake to every thrum of blood in
both
of their bodies, the excitement
level for both of them and the wild zing of pure lust that was coming from her
in waves. He knew she was past the point of worrying about what they would do
when they woke up tomorrow. She was only thinking about right now.

           
She exhaled deeply and Drake could feel passion, indecision, confusion and a
very, very strong emotion rolling off of her and into his feeling range. But
for right now, he concentrated on the passion and did his best to make sure she
held onto that feeling and let it flow through her. He wanted to give her so
much.

           
With a slight growl, he mumbled, “The thought that you were in here watching me
this whole time has me very, very hard.” She shuddered from where her
fingertips pressed against his speaking mouth. Her green eyes were huge and she
still had a major blush riding on her cheeks. Drake let his lips close around
one tip of her finger, and he nudged the end of it with his tongue. Her eyes
closed halfway and she gasped. He let go, slightly. “Are you going to put me
out of my misery or join me there?”

           
As an answer, she slid her finger away from his mouth, and let both hands slide
over his chest. The look she gave his body was so deep and flooded with such
want that a warm tickle took place in the vicinity of his heart. She acted as
if she had never run her hands down a man’s chest in appreciation. She acted as
if the sigh of breath leaving her mouth had never been voiced over the
experience of feeling her fingers embed themselves deep into hair, muscle, and
tough, sun warmed skin.

           
She was trembling, he realized, and pretty soon the haze of desire that had
clouded around him blurred away until Drake was faced with the realization that
Nadia had never done this before.

           
It was all there, the slight hesitation in her touch, the wide eyed look that
she still held on his body, the shiver that trembled through her fingers when
she encountered the hard ridges of his stomach. She was as green as any other
woman out there that hadn’t indulged in a bit of wicked sex yet.

           
Two different emotions pushed in on Drake at once. The first one was shame. How
could he go on with this when he knew now just how inexperienced she was? How
could he ruin her purity that way? But with that thought came another one. How
would he be able to let her walk out of this bathroom tonight without them both
reaching fulfillment? Would he rather some other man introduce her into the
ways of passion? Fuck no. Protectiveness poured through his veins, hardening
his body even more. She was his.

           
“You’re so…big,” she whispered on a high indrawn breath. Drake could see the
awe in her face as her hands crept inside his chest hair and her fingernails
raked a path from his
pecs
to his waist. He barely
stopped himself from throwing his head back and growling like some animal. Bad
enough, his growl escaped, which caused her eyes to come back to his face.

           
Green, half lidded eyes held him enthralled, while her fingers tested the
strength of his skin along his waistline. “I knew you were large already, but
you really are such a…,” her eyes traveled back to watch her fingers and Drake
watched too. She had let one hand creep over the tattoo on his left hip, “very
impressive man.” Her fingers drifted over it softly, fleetingly and Drake had
to stop himself from thrusting his hips towards her.

           
His hand was still wrapped around his cock and he, absurdly, didn’t want to let
go. In his mind he would explode the minute her soft, small, hot little hands
touched his hard dick. He wasn’t sure he would be able to stand if that
happened. Trying to put matters back on an even playing field, he leaned down
and ever so gently got her attention again by placing his mouth over hers.

           
She exhaled into his mouth and Drake suppressed a deep groan. He kept his hand
on his dick and the other holding onto the door with all of his might. He
didn’t want to touch her until she was ready for him to do so. Right now her
hands were still on his waist, but one of them had moved back up to curl around
the back of his neck. She canted her mouth, tilting it just so to give him
better access, since he was so much taller than she. Drake nibbled at her half
open lips, licking the bottom one, then the top. He created a pace that was
slow and sure-lick, nibble, and
swipe
his tongue along
the seam of her lips. Then he would repeat it over and over. He didn’t want to
plunge into her mouth with his fangs right there and scare her off. If she
wanted a deeper kiss, she would have to let him know.

           
Seconds later, she grew impatient. Her other hand moved to his lower back while
she stepped over the bottom railing and into the shower with him, pressing her
body up against his where not one single iota of light could shine between
them.

           
His so called slow and sure pace evaporated. He let go of the door to the
shower and placed both of his hands under her ass, like he had done earlier.
With very little prodding, her legs were wrapped around his waist while one of
his massive hands stayed under her ass, keeping her right where he wanted her,
sitting astride his cock.

           
His mouth ate at hers, thrusting deep then retreating and doing so again and
again. She answered back as best she could. Her small tongue was swift and
deadly accurate, giving him a deep lick on the roof of his mouth that caused
him to growl against her. When her tongue laved his fangs, one after the other,
he twitched his cock against her molten core. His hardness jumped against her
and she moaned deeply, and then she thrust delicately against his hips, her
heat riding his cock.

           
Drake left her mouth and made his way down her jaw line to her neck. She
allowed him access, as she thrust her head back and murmured, “Please…” deep in
her throat. When he dipped his head and ran his tongue down the sexy line of
her neck, he felt a surge of heated moisture against him and his knees almost
buckled.

           
Thank God he had picked her up. If she would have stayed standing and tried to
touch his cock with her hands, or heaven forbid her mouth, Drake would have
embarrassed himself like some adolescent with his first screw. This he could
handle. As long as her hands stayed elsewhere on his body and her mouth above his
waist, he was fine. And if he kept it up they would both be able to find some
measurement of pleasure this way, besides, this was a whole heck of a lot
better than his hand. He had a warm, willing and very wet woman rubbing his
cock instead. He shuddered and started a slow roll with his hips.

           
Long, beautifully slim, and surprisingly strong legs were wrapped tightly
around his waist. Her ankles were locked together in a fierce grip, but Drake
could feel a fine trembling had started, and he knew as he rocked his hips a
bit deeper against her feminine core, feeling the dampness from not only the
shower water off of his body but her own wetness through the fabric, that she
wasn’t very far from reaching her climax.