Page 80 of Wolf of Ashes
His jaw clenches. “Undo it.”
I tip my head a little, testing how far this challenge will take us. “Only if you kiss me.”
The darkness in his eyes increases. “As you like.”
A thrill of anticipation fills me as he sways forward a little.
But his lips don’t press to mine.
Using his lower half to continue holding me against the shower glass, he slides his right hand out from behind my head and, along with his left, closes his palms firmly around my sides beneath my breasts.
I gasp when his thumbs come to rest beneath my soft curves, but, even though I arch a little, he doesn’t stroke higher.
His lips are curved upward now, a flash of his darkest smile as his biceps flex at the edge of my vision.
Then he’s sliding slowly downward, holding me against the tiles with his hands while his head lowers to my neck. His lips trail across my skin, sending shivers through me, before he lowers himself even further, his mouth traveling slowly down toward the top of my right breast.
My eyes narrow at him when he skirts infuriatingly around my curves to reach my stomach.
Once there, he looks up at me before he plants a soft but deliberate kiss right above my belly button.
He growls against my skin. “Undo your braid.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.”
His smile darkens and it only makes me want to push harder. “If you want my braid undone, kiss me properly.”
“As you like.”
Very slowly, he lowers himself further until he’s kneeling on the tiles, his mouth at level with my pelvis. I can’t stop the clench in my thighs or the tremble of pleasure that flows through me, a visible reaction I’ve been fighting since I first pressed my body up against his soapy skin.
Until now, my legs were wrapped around his waist above his hips, but now that he’s lowered himself further, my feet are slowly sliding back to the floor.
I arch an eyebrow at him, waiting to see if he’ll let my legs slide away from him. After all, I can’t defy gravity.
But it seemshecan.
My eyes fly wide when black light glows from the crown on his finger and a force I wasn’t expecting presses up against my torso, holding me against the wall. It washes across me like a breeze, pressing from my shoulders to my hips, brushing lightly across my breasts. An unexpected caress.
His hands are now free to sweep my legs up over his shoulders, and he doesn’t waste a moment to graze his mouth across my inner right thigh, moving through the water droplets toward my center.
“A proper kiss,” he growls, his dark eyes devouring me as he nudges forward.
My arms and legs are completely free of the force that continues to press against my torso and I bury my hands in his hair, but my purpose is not to touch him.
My right hand closes around his head, gripping him and stopping his inward movement.
His lips are a mere half inch away from my center.
I want nothing more than to let him bury his head between my legs, to know what it feels like for his tongue to close over my clit, but I can’t lose control.
I can’t.
My jaw clenches as I fight my physical need, determined that my mind can overcome it.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off my face and the darkness in his expression softens a little. Then, as if he’s now testing me, he lifts his left hand and slides his own hand over mine at the back of his head.
“Hold on as tightly as you like,” he says.
