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His fingers dug into her hips as he held her in place. “If you make me wait for even five more minutes, I will spontaneously combust into a thousand pieces of blood and gore. You don’t want that. I heard cleaning up the remains of an exploded person is quite revolting.”
That earned him a choked-off giggle. “Yes, that sounds horrible.” That glint in her eyes almost did him in. “It’s not the kind of explosion I want from you.”
He gave her a half-grin. “Good.”
And with that, he yanked her pants down farther, pulled the boot off her right foot, freed that leg from her pants, and then propped it over his shoulder. All within less than five seconds. His eagerness coaxed another laugh from her—which turned into a gasp when he dove in and put his mouth right where he yearned to be.
He flicked his tongue along her folds, lapped up her wetness, groaning at the heady taste of her. With his fingers stroking her intimate skin, teasing her clit, he thrust his tongue inside her.
“Ba…sil…” Isa’s voice turned his name into a husky moan, an erotic prayer.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips bucked forward, met his touch. Pushing her right leg further to the side, he opened her even more, switched the action between his tongue and his hand. His fingers now slid down to her entrance, pumped into her while he licked up toward her tight bundle of nerves and circled it, before using the flat of his tongue to stroke directly over it.
Isa’s breathing became erratic, her thigh muscles tensed.
He repeated the move, added a third finger to thrust into her, closed his mouth over her clit—and sucked hard.
With a keening moan, she came, her hands tangled in his hair, causing a delicious sting on his scalp. Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to feel her squeeze his cock like that.
Soon.
He stroked her down from her climax, licked at her in languorous caresses of his tongue. She trembled, swayed on one leg, the other still over his shoulder. He set that leg down again, only to scoop her up in his arms, lest she collapse against the door.
“You wanted a nice, comfortable bed,” he said as he carried her over to the big alcove, with its inviting-looking mattress. “I certainly don’t want to deny you the fulfillment of your wish.”
He laid her on the bed, pulled her boot and pants off her other leg as well, then crawled up her body to work on her tunic. She slapped his hands away, and he raised his eyebrows.
“I want to see you naked.” She undid the fastening on her shirt herself, while she sneakily brought up her leg and pushed against his chest with her foot. “Now.”
He smirked at her. “And here I thought you’d already looked your fill of me naked.”
A powerful blush rolled up her neck, darkened her cheeks. And yet her lips parted, her lids half-lowered over eyes gone quicksilver with desire. “How did you know I was there?”
“I heard your footsteps when you came up the hall. I never heard you leave.” He moved off the bed and started divesting himself of the rest of his weapons.
“Maybe I tiptoed away.” The playful hint of a smile made him want to kiss her, bite her, lick her, turn her laughter into moans.
“No. I know you were there the whole time.” He dropped the last of his daggers on the pile on the floor, grabbed his collar behind his neck and pulled off his shirt. “You breathe louder when you’re aroused.”
Chapter 20
Isa inhaled sharply, partly in response to his comment, partly as a visceral reaction to the glorious sight of Basil bare-chested in front of her. With a wicked spark in his eyes. Ready to make her his.
Yes, please.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked, watching his hands as they unbuckled his belt.
“Do you really have to ask?” His voice scraped the line to delicious huskiness.
His belt was undone. The outline of his erection strained against his pants. She licked her lips.
“While I was watching,” she whispered, her heart thundering, “I was imagining…you, imagining me.”
He made a rough sound. “Of course I was.”
Her eyes were glued to his fingers as they popped the button on his pants, lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free, proud and thick and long, making her mouth water. He grasped his shaft with one hand, pumped up and down once, then held it tight, close to the base.
“Isa,” he ground out, sounding pained.
