Wicked Waves: Solsti Prophecy #2 (28 page)

“Waking up with you.”

His lips parted and he sucked in a breath. Her eyes locked with his, watching as they changed from chocolate to dark, glowing amber. A low rumble came from his throat, and without a word he scooped her up. She draped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, not caring if Mathias saw them.

Kai left the kitchen and stalked to the last bedroom. In one smooth move, he stepped inside and kicked the door shut. He turned and lowered her to her feet, pressing her against the door with his hips. He grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head, holding them in place with one hand while the other drifted down her side.

Heat shot through her veins as he lingered at her breast, tracing the side contour with his knuckle before moving down to grasp her hip. Her breath came in ragged gasps and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. She wouldn’t last more than two seconds. She could barely move, except to arch her back and wriggle her hips. He growled and stared at her with hunger in his eyes, like she belonged to him.

The way he held her was dominant, but she didn’t care. An aching feeling uncurled deep in her belly, growing into heat that surged across her skin. She looked at his soft full lips and licked her own.

Without warning, his mouth crashed down on hers. Her head hit the door as his tongue swept inside, stroking her, delving farther in. A moan escaped her lips at the raw eroticism of his velvet thrusts, combined with the delicious pressure of his muscular body. Aligned from chest to hip, she rubbed against him. A purr vibrated in the back of her throat as she felt his massive erection against her belly.

He released her hands and she flung her arms around his neck, trying to bring him even closer.
I’ll never get enough of his kisses
. His fingers caressed her jaw and teased their way down her neck. He continued to claim her mouth as he traced her collarbone, then brought his fingers oh-so-slowly down the slope of her breast. He pinched her nipple through her T-shirt, making her cry out in pleasure.

He tore his mouth away from hers, and the look in his eyes radiated pure animal lust. He’d said he would do wicked things to her. God, she was ready for whatever he had in mind. Another rumble escaped his mouth as he found the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.

Standing half-naked before him, her body trembled with need. His fingers found the waistband of her pants and popped the button, but changed direction to wander up her torso. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs as he caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts. His hands were so close…her nipples tightened in anticipation. She arched her back, pushing more of her needy flesh toward him.

He continued his leisurely exploration, snaking his thumbs up to tease the skin below her nipples. “Please, Kai,” she groaned.

“Please, what?” he whispered in her ear. He tugged her lobe between his teeth.

“Touch me,” she murmured.

“Where?” He bit down gently, his breath skating hot across her skin.

She grabbed his hands and brought them to her puckered nipples. Her breasts felt heavy, her entire body on fire.

“Fuck, Sprite.”
 
His thumbs flicked across the stiff peaks, bringing her some relief but also unleashing a new ache. When he tugged her nipples between his fingers she couldn’t help but rock her hips, seeking his hardness.

With one knee, he shoved her thighs apart and wedged his leg between hers. He lowered his head to her neck, licking a path down to the tender spot where her shoulder began. He kept his hands at her breasts and scraped her skin with his teeth.

He was working her in all the right places. Her need grew like an inferno, every fiber of her body screaming for more, begging for relief.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly.

He growled against her neck and she jerked at the sharp, hard pressure of his teeth. Slivers of pleasure-pain shot down her arm. He bit harder. She couldn’t move her upper body. She gasped, submitting to his masterful hands and mouth.

His tongue lashed her neck, softening the sting of his teeth. Her hips writhed with a rhythm of their own. He held her against the door, his muscular thigh pressing into her jeans right where she needed it. She moved her hands to his biceps and held on, digging her nails into his skin.

The pressure of his mouth was just this side of pain. Her body relinquished all rational thought. She wanted whatever he wanted to do to her. His hands were still tantalizingly gentle with her breasts. The mix of opposing sensations, hard and soft, gentle and rough, flung her into a surging maelstrom. Fire tore through her body. She screamed his name, clutching his shoulders as she convulsed against him.

She panted and shuddered. He eased her down from her peak, caressing her hair and murmuring soft words. Her legs had turned to jelly and she was grateful for his strong arms holding her up. Shimmering swells of bliss cascaded across her muscles as she relaxed against him like a contented cat.

Her feet left the floor as he cradled her to his broad chest and walked farther into the room. He turned sideways to pass through the door to the spacious bathroom. This time, she looked up in wonder at the carved stone surrounding them.

The vertical surfaces were smooth polished rock like the living room, with the ceiling left rough. Here, the gray walls were shot with streaks of pink, and the fire bulbs brought out sparkles in their shiny facade. A huge mirror stretched behind the stone counter, and brushed metal faucets arched gracefully over two sink bowls.
Kai set her down in the middle of the bathroom. “How ‘bout another shower?”

“Only if you join me.”

A devilish grin lit his handsome face. “Hell yeah, I will.”
 
He knelt on the floor in front of her and tugged her pants down. She kicked them aside and stood there, naked except for a pair of blue panties she’d found among the clean clothes.

He placed a kiss above the waistband, his sensual lips making her tremble. “I like these.”
 
His deep voice against her skin unleashed a warm curl of desire in her belly. Kai yanked the panties off and scraped his teeth down her thigh.

She gasped as the cool air hit her damp flesh. He rose and turned her around so her back was against his chest. Both facing the mirror, he put his hands on her hips. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. She stood spellbound by the image before her.

His eyes were hooded as he caressed her naked and sated flesh. Her breath choppy, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his skilled fingers rubbed and teased her nipples. She didn’t know which was more erotic: watching his hands on her body or feeling the sensation of his touch. The combination of both at once was enough to send a fresh burst of warmth from her core.

“You like this?”
 
He nipped her ear.

She dropped her head back, letting his scent of leather wash over her. “Yes.”

“Me, too. Let’s get wet and soapy.”
 
He dropped his hands back to her hips and turned her toward the shower. Then he groaned.

“What is it?”

“Your ass. Christ, it’s perfect.”
 
He nipped her shoulder and gave her bottom a light smack. “I’m coming back to this.”

He reached around her and turned the water on. She stepped in and sighed in bliss as the warm water sluiced over her body. Facing the showerhead, she leaned forward and let the water pound between her shoulder blades.

A subtle shift of air over her skin alerted her to Kai’s approach when he stepped in and closed the shower door. She turned to face him and blinked, captivated by the sight of him.

His body was magnificent. She’d seen him shirtless before, had admired his well-muscled chest and chiseled abs. But she had never seen him nude. Last night in the cave, darkness obscured her view. Now, illuminated by the soft glow of the fire bulbs, with rivulets of water coursing down every sculpted ridge, she let her eyes feast on his male perfection.

His chest was a wedge of muscle topped by monstrous shoulders. Sinewy muscles carved their way around and across his mid-section, tapering to slim hips. His thighs were as big as tree trunks, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on his butt. But what rendered her speechless was his enormous and fully aroused cock.

She had felt it last night, with her hands and deep in her body, but seeing it in front of her, straining for her, made her mouth water. It jutted thick and high, reaching his navel. The plump, dark head had been so smooth under her fingers…she nibbled her lower lip and stepped closer.

“Easy there. You’re gonna make me come just from that look in your eyes.”
 
He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a nook at the back of the shower and doused his palm with it. Closing the distance between them, he massaged it into her shoulders and down her arms. “Turn around,” he said, his voice rough.

She complied, shivering in delight as his rock-hard shaft bumped her ass. She leaned into him and reached back to caress his neck.

He growled and spanked her. “Wicked things, Sprite.”
 

The sting of his touch sent a wave of pleasure rolling up her spine, and she couldn’t hold back a soft moan of encouragement.

Chuckling, he worked his magic on the muscles of her back. He kneaded them until she swayed, loose as a rubber band. His hands slid over her hips and down her legs, gently washing every inch of her from thighs to toes.

His hands returned to her hips and maneuvered her so they switched places. Eyes flaring with dark amber heat, he brushed his hand past her shoulder to grab the body wash. He poured out a liberal amount and created a soft cloud of lather.

“Brooke.” Her name was a sensual promise whispered on his lips and he gave her what she needed, covering her mouth with his.

She moaned. He cradled her breasts, his wet fingers slipping and caressing her curves. When his thumbs found her nipples and slid back and forth, teasing them into tight points, her belly clenched with need. Her hips rocked unconsciously, seeking his heavy arousal. Breathless again, she whispered his name as her fingers thrust into his hair.

He dropped to his knees, the whiskey flare of his eyes dancing along her body. He licked his lips and grasped one of her ankles, placing it on a ledge that ran the length of the shower. He kissed her raised thigh and her body jerked at the warmth of his mouth.

He chuckled, low and devious, and raised his eyes to meet hers. “You like my mouth here?”

“Yes,” she breathed. Her legs trembled in anticipation, and he clamped one hand on her hip. Her sex throbbed, her breasts felt full and achy. She tilted her body toward him, an offer and a plea.

With a low growl, he found the juncture between her legs and licked. She cried out and tightened her grip in his hair. He ravished her sweetly, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive her mad, until her body seized with an electric current of pleasure that short-circuited every rational thought.

She was dimly aware of him standing, slowly settling her foot back on the shower floor, and crushing her against his chest. As her heart rate came back to normal, she found her mouth pressed against the wet, muscled slabs of his chest. She couldn’t resist.

Licking at his skin, she sucked up every drop of water. He tasted like dark spice, rugged and oaky. The dusting of golden hair on his chest lay damp and clinging to him as she moved across his body, nipping and kissing.

He dropped his head back and groaned. “God, you have a naughty mouth.”

Unable to tear her lips away from him, she murmured against his chest, “Wanna see just how naughty I am?”
 
She dropped her hands to his hips and started tracing the line of hair that ran down his torso.

Kai cursed softly, reading her thoughts. Brooke was sex and sin wrapped up in one tight little package, and he wanted to fuck her senseless. Tie her to the bed for a week, fill her with his seed, and mark her with his mouth until the only word she could speak was his name.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to his mouth for a savage kiss. He bit her lower lip, making her gasp, then thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned but stayed right there with him, tangling with him, clutching his biceps.

Tearing his mouth away, he growled, “Out.”
 
He turned off the water and followed her out of the shower, gripping her arm. Reaching for a towel, he stopped when he saw the playful smirk on her face.

“Allow me,” she murmured. A crackle of energy snapped in the air, and every drop of water on their bodies floated up, leaving their skin and hair dry.
 

The cluster of liquid dots surged beneath the bathroom ceiling, the fire bulbs setting off sparkles of light that refracted through it. The droplets converged in a lazy swirl, and as one unit, the water moved to the shower area and hovered for a moment before falling to the drain in a soft splash.

“Nice trick.”

“It’s faster.”
 
She smiled and licked her lips.

The sight of her little pink tongue made his dick twitch. Turning her so she faced the mirror again, he pressed behind her, circling his hips against her ass. He cupped her full, ripe breasts and inhaled her lilac scent. Her body was toned and curvy, and built for male fantasy. His fantasies.

She gasped as he stroked her nipples, watching her skin flush as he toyed with her. Then she wiggled her bottom and his shaft slid between her thighs, slipping along her sweet center.
Holy hell.

Unable to hold off his need any longer, he nipped her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside you, Sprite.”

His hands dropped to her hips and she leaned forward over the counter, arching toward him in invitation. The perfect roundness of her ass blew his mind. He could spend days doing her from behind. Then a sharper scent drifted to his nose—the spicy sweet, unmistakable fragrance of her arousal.

It was an undeniable call to the primal male in him. He positioned himself at her core, rubbing along her slick folds. “I can’t go slow, baby. I need you.”

“Then take me,” she said, her voice low. She met his eyes in the mirror. “I want you, Kai.”