Page 75 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
Kostya threw back his head and laughed.
Lark began loosening his tie. “Do you know how sexy it was when you showed up in a suit?”
“A tie does it for you, does it?”
“Whenyou’rewearing it, yeah.” She slid it off his collar and threw it off the bed.
Pears and spice, that was what she smelled like.
I could get drunk on her scent.
She arched closer as he trailed kisses from her cheek to the back of her neck, surrounding himself in the silk of her fragrant hair. Lark jerked, her lips smashed against his, and once again he was lost in another one of her perfect kisses. One long, lush kiss merged into another, as Kostya pulled one clingy red sleeve down her arm, and then the other. Lifting his head, he hissed as he saw the barely-there lace bra enveloping Lark’s breasts. Her nipples were hard buds that drew him like a moth to a flame.
“God, Lark,” he groaned right before he drew one nub deep, laving it with his tongue.
“So good,” she whined. Then she pushed him away and he felt her tearing at the buttons of his shirt. Kostya sat up and pulled his dress shirt from his pants and ripped it over his head. Lark shoved at his chest and he let her have her way as he fell onto his back.
Her fingers plowed through his chest hair as she slid upwards to place a trail of kisses up his neck until she reached his mouth. Again, Kostya tumbled into an onslaught of passion; Lark’s taste and vitality were like a tsunami, but he needed more.
His hands reverently touched her smooth back, unhooking the clasp of her bra, then worked her dress down some more until he found that Lark was wearing a thong. He traced his fingers down her shadowed cleft until he reached her barely covered molten core. Need roared through him as he dipped his finger along the seam of her sex, glorying in the silky slide of her passion.
Lark ripped her mouth away from his and twisted her lower body. He couldn’t understand her murmured words over the roaring rush of blood in his ears.
“What, Baby?” he asked looking into her eyes,
“More,” she whispered. This time he heard her.
The sound of ripping lace permeated the room, and Kostya slowly pushed one big finger into the heart of Lark’s body.
Her moans were like a song. Her shudders like a dance. Kostya watched her eyes, which were now navy, ensuring that his woman felt only pleasure by his touch. Before she could ask, he inserted another finger and he began a thrusting rhythm, mimicking what he soon intended to share with her.
Lark shoved her bra off and slid her breasts against his chest. Kostya wasn’t sure who was being teased more, her with his chest hair, or him by the feeling of her tight little nipples. Lark opened her legs wider and he spread his fingers within her tight channel, preparing her for his penetration.
“Take off your pants.”
He grinned at her order.
“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge.”
Her head flew up and she glared down at him. “Iamin charge. I’m the one who’s on top.”
Kostya chuckled as he pulled out his fingers and sucked on them. Lark drew in a deep breath. “You did not just do that.”
“I’m pretty sure I did.” He grasped her around her waist and cupped her ass, then rolled them over so that she was lying down beneath him.
“Hey,” she began to protest.
Before she could get a good head of steam started, Kostya moved down, spread her legs wide and parted the lips of her sex, then swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it into his mouth.
