Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) (20 page)

Ezekiel carefully lifted her shirt and removed it. Skylar placed her hands behind her, offering him everything. The longing to be touched with passion mixed with the newness of never having been, produced a shy hesitancy.

Ezekiel wasn’t hesitant.

He tormented her with both hands now, stroking over her nipples with a slow deliberation. “You are very beautiful.” The ache in his voice turned the fire higher between her legs. Its molten fingers seemed to slither over her muscles, forcing her
thighs open with the need to be…touched...with….

She gasped as warm fingers skimmed over her breasts to her waist, delicately tracing muscles along the way until he ended at the button on her jeans.

He unfastened them and slid down the zipper like he were unwrapping something spectacular. She lifted her butt off the bed when he began to work them over her hips. She was eager to be free of them, wanting his touch. Down there…however she could get it.

Once free, desire, the new and delicious liquid courage, flowed through her limbs and she opened her legs for him. His sexy lips remained parted as his stern gaze riveted to what she showed him. No, flaunted. Her most secret place. She didn’t want him to think she was a whore but she couldn’t stop herself from behaving like one. A desperate, wanton, whore. God she never wanted anything so much as for him to…to touch her there. With his fingers. The way she did many nights. The way she once fantasized how a good man might touch a woman.

Again desire rolled through her body, moving her hips in small inviting tilts toward him.
Oh God, touch me. Please. 
He looked up at her finally and her tummy tickled at what she saw in his eyes. Innocent desire, raw and potent, and unskilled. Unrestrained. He’d given Reckless a face and name.

The vague surety of what he was capable of caused hungry butterflies to swarm her stomach and bite her lower lip. She silently prayed he’d ask the questions haunting his blue eyes.

“Can I touch you?”

Oh thank you Jesus.
She nodded. “Yes, yes.” Desperate, she licked her lips and opened her legs wider just in case he was confused about what she wanted. 

He leaned back on his haunches and gasped at the view as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, just above her knees. Fear flashed through her at what he thought of her bare parts. Did he consider it an abomination for a woman to be shaved? God she hoped not.

She moaned when he pushed her legs open wider. What would he do? She wished he’d figure it out and do it already. She was burning up with need.

He glanced up at her, seeming unsure. Damn.

She wanted him to kiss her there. She’d heard of such a thing but never dreamed of a man doing it, but having his sexy mouth so near it, well, it was suddenly all she could think about. What would it feel like to be kissed there? Passionately. Should she just ask him? God how…slutty that would seem.

Imagining his lips and tongue there was all it took to gain the courage. “Kiss…me.” She pulled her knees back more, not wanting him to think she meant on her mouth.

As though he’d been fervently praying for those words, his eyes rolled shut and he muttered words in another language as he sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. His lips found her inner thighs, first the right then the left, all soft and reverent kisses as he worked eager fingers under her butt. The hunger in his grip made her whimper, the tell-tale signs of an eternal need about to be unleashed. She had no clue what that would feel like, what that would—“Oh God!”

Ezekiel’s mouth was suddenly buried in her privates. His lips and tongue slid and swirled everywhere all at once, like she might melt away before he could have a chance to really…taste her. That’s what he was doing, he wasn’t kissing, he was tasting. Oh God it was wonderful. She couldn’t take her eyes off of what he was doing, it was both shocking and mind blowing.

His tongue flicked over her clit and she cried out with a gasp. He moaned on her and used his thumbs to open her folds, licking up and down the length of her until she was gasping. She pushed her hips on his mouth, feeling what was coming. He was going to bring her orgasm this way, the way she made herself, only he’d use his
mouth.

She couldn’t resist falling back onto the bed and grabbing his head, holding it right there, right on her clit while she grunted and flicked her hips on his mouth.

He groaned on her, the sound of a man near undone with desire. His fingers bit harder into her ass, holding her tightly to his face. Skylar raked her nails in his soft velvety hair, barely aware that her moans were far too loud for neighbors, desperate and high pitched, on the verge. “Zekiel,” she gasped. “Please…please yes, don’t stop!”

He groaned hard on her, an almost painful sound, as he dug his fingers into her butt, holding her where he wanted. And he wanted her all over his mouth it seemed. God, so hot yes.

CHAPTER
TWENTY ONE

Ezekiel had never dreamed in his life that he could get off on something quite as extremely as he did doing…that to her. Skylar’s plump bare folds were heaven no matter how his mind screamed
blasphemy
. And her clitoris. God, yes, he loved that tiny bit of flesh that made her wild under his mouth and in his hands. He’d never felt more purpose and worth than he did bringing her such intense pleasure. And when she forced his face
harder onto her desire and moved her hips in little frantic pumps followed by those sweet sounds of ecstasy…wondrous! He’d nearly climaxed in his jeans. She was beautiful. In every way. Even as he sucked her little clitoris into his mouth, he made plans of what he wanted next. How he wanted her. How many times he wanted her. How long he wanted her. God and how
much
he wanted her.

“Zekiel, oh God, oh God!”

Zekiel
. The shortened form of his name on her sweet voice tugged at a place deep inside him, making him crave something he didn’t understand. How he loved to hear her say it as he watched her breasts rise and fall with her cries. She continued murmuring it like a fervent prayer of sweet torment.

It occurred to him to slip a finger inside her. The second he sank into the hot silk, she climaxed everywhere, her hands clutching his head. Her high pitched cry and shudders were a fascination that lit him on fire unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Ever.
Before, he was a hardened soldier on a useless mission. Sex was no different. Just another mission, another rung on the ladder of life to prove himself a man.

But he clearly had no clue what a man was. Surely
this.
This was a man. He didn’t stop his delicate sucking and licking until she’d shuddered her last. With his lips still nestled between hers, he gazed at her heaving breasts from between her legs, loving the lingering mews in her voice. He stared at the perfect mounds and tight peaks. He wanted them. In his mouth, while his cock was buried deep. Her in his lap, facing him. He wanted to kiss her.

He dipped his tongue into her slit needing to taste what he’d done to her. He very soon lost himself in her flavor, overcome with the need to name it. As he licked it all up, he finally settled on succulent silk petals of wild honey suckle. It was unlike anything his tongue and lips had ever encountered. She was paradise in human form and he could easily lose himself in her.

Ezekiel waited for guilt and shame. What he’d done ranked up there with sexual lewdness. Perversion. Sex was for procreation and male domination. Not this. And certainly not with an
American
woman. The white devils.

She moved a little and he looked up from kissing her soft inner thighs. Propped up on her elbows, she gave him a scorching look that sent his heart on a marathon run. Delicate pink kissed her cheeks and her eyes glistened with…something unfamiliar, but whatever it was, made his stomach jump through hoops of fire.

“My turn.”

Her turn? Did she mean…

For some reason, the idea of her doing that seemed more wrong than ever. He would never treat her like a whore. Ever again. “No. Absolutely not.”

She sat up and he tried to understand why she appeared hurt about that. Why on Earth would she?

“I’ll never ask that of you. Ever.” He sat on the bed next to her, his cock painfully erect in his jeans still, as he stroked his thumb over her silky cheek, looking into her confused gaze. “You’re too good for that.”

Where relief should have been, Ezekiel found an odd disappointment. “But…I want to.”

What? “But why, it’s not necessary, you don’t have to.”

Her forehead puckered and he leaned and kissed it. “I know I don’t have to. Don’t you want me to?”

“No, I don’t.”

“What?”

He pulled back and searched her face for signs of the misunderstanding they were clearly having. “Women who do that are…” Ezekiel wasn’t sure how to say it without offending her. Especially since she seemed bent on doing it. “They think they’re supposed to because it’s their…duty. But it’s not. Not yours. Ever.”

A few seconds of wide eyed wonder and she whispered, “Oh my God.” 

“What?”

She shook her head a little, her pretty face blooming with a smile. He was relieved that she finally realized what he was saying. Sparing her from.

“Can you…take off your pants for me?”

His heart picked up speed as he thought of making love to her properly. If he even knew how. He was sure he’d figure it out. Worse case scenario, he’d happily die trying.

** ** **

Skylar couldn’t believe her ears. The man didn’t know that a woman might actually
want
to do that? Grant it
she’d
never wanted to do that, but she did now. Very much so. And how sweet of him to excuse her from the dreadful sex task. He surely liked her a lot to do that, she thought.

Made her all the more eager to suck him till he came all over. And imagining his cute face while she did had her clit throbbing all over again.
When he went to mount her on the bed she quickly stood. In answer to his curious gaze, she placed soft kisses on his chest. Her fingers went ahead of her, stroking over his muscular tanned torso, grooved with power. His gasp hit her cheek when her lips found his nipple and her hands his cock. While sucking the tiny bud, she gently cupped his tight balls and stroked him. Desire billowed through her at his groan and the hard pulsating in her hand. She began her bold trail of kisses down.

She grabbed his waist only to have him latch hands under her arms. “What…what are you doing?”

The words strangled out, like, didn’t we just go over you not doing that?

She slid out of his grasp and lowered to her knees. Ezekiel covered his cock with both hands and Skylar looked up at him, getting a tiny bit annoyed. “I
want
to taste you Zekiel. Are you going to make me beg?”

The confusion in his face was adorable.

“Did you…like what you did to me?” she asked.

He drew his perfect brows together. “Very much.”

She quirked a brow, waiting for him to connect the dots. He finally did and it seemed to have several impacts on him, none she could figure out. The poor man seemed to battle with desire, fear, worry. Skylar stood and stared into his confused expression. She finally took his face in her hands and leaned and kissed him, stilling the man’s flustering.

She pressed her body into his and roamed her fingers all over his back and buttocks in an effort to make him forget whatever worried him. Well and to feel him. He was immaculately built and Skylar had never had the privilege of looking at such a male specimen in her life much less
touch
him. “Please,” she whispered while exploring those sexy lips with hers. “I really…really, want to.” She sucked his lower lip into her mouth hoping to entice him.

His own hands traced her ever curve with a desperate urgency. “I have to be clean for you,” he gasped into her mouth.

Sweet success.

“Mmm. Only if you let me shower with you.”

A deep groan preceded his, “Okay,” and Skylar smiled then broke the kiss. He didn’t return the smile. This was clearly a big deal to him. Skylar looked around wondering where the bathroom was and how they were supposed to get to it without being seen. She pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped in it then stooped for his jeans and handed them to him.

His gaze never strayed from hers as he took the jeans and slipped them on. Peeking out the door, Skylar tiptoed through the empty living room, pulling Ezekiel behind her. When she got to the door next to the little dining area and kitchenette, she knocked lightly.

With no answer, they both slipped inside. Skylar locked the door and dropped her sheet. Ezekiel seemed momentarily frozen to the spot as he stared at her body with those gorgeous blue eyes.

She soon began to feel self
-conscious about her body and her arms draped over her midsection of their own accord.

“You’re so beautiful.”

The way he whispered the words with awe and reverence, stirred emotion in her. Desire raced through her body at the speed of light, strengthening her limbs and spine until she stood proudly before him, her breasts reaching with eager peaks for his touch. As though hearing her body’s call, he got out of his jeans and stepped up to her, his gaze on her breasts.

“They’re perfect.” He grazed the backs of his fingers over them and a bolt of heat stole all the strength out of her legs. Her back found the bathroom door as Ezekiel stepped in closer, not relenting his sensual assault, causing fire to lick through her body until she panted with it.

“You look…breathtaking in desire,” he whispered, leaning down and claiming her lips in a kiss so tender, it melted her everything. When she was sure she’d end up in a puddle of mush on the floor, she croaked, “I need you…in the shower…so I can…”

He groaned and pulled up, his thumbs working her nipples. “I can’t believe you
want
to do that.”

She reached down and he grunted at her perfect aim while angling her head to taste him more. “I can’t either.”

He pulled up and stared at her, placing his hands on either side of her head, his blue eyes hazed with desire. “Why then?”

She looked down at what she was doing to him, at how he looked in her hand, how her hand looked filled with him. Then she raised her gaze back up,
studying his face etched in need. “I’ve never
wanted
to do that to any man. But with you…” she stroked over his thick head, loving how he gasped and groaned from the pleasure“…it feels like a stupid question.”

With furrowed brows, he barely managed, “Yes…it feels like a stupid question.”

Desire raged through her and the hunger to make him feel good was all she could think. “Get in the shower before I drop right here and suck you till you can’t think about anything but coming in my mouth.”

“Oh God.” He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss and things turned instantly frantic. She didn’t know how they managed to get in the shower and turn on the water but was merely relieved
for the accomplishment. Her mind and body acted on their own, humming with a burning need. He sucked greedily at her neck while she washed his cock, taking care to wash every inch with deliberate care. When she was done, she turned him into the stream of water. “Rinse.” The breathless command was heeded and she stood behind him, pressing her breasts into his back and helping him get soap free. “You feel amazing,” she whispered between kisses on his upper shoulder.

“I’m done.”

Skylar almost snickered at the announcement. Like it was dreadful news. She sat on the edge of the tub, the shower curtain under her butt. “I’m ready.”

He turned and she smiled at how his cock was at the perfect level. She eyed it and licked her lips before looking up at him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. But this time, he seemed worried she’d change her mind.

She stroked her nails over his tight balls and took his hard length in her right hand. She stared up at him while she rubbed the head of him slowly along her closed lips. His mouth hung open in rapture as his chest heaved in excitement. Skylar placed delicate kisses along the top, enjoying his strained expression. She was teasing him, she knew, driving him to want it. At feeling a drop of cum on the tip, she smeared it over her lips and allowed her tongue to taste.

She didn’t expect to like it so much. He was slightly salty and her body suddenly had a dire craving for the flavor. She allowed his head to slip slowly into her mouth, her lips firm over the ridge before she pulled back up and licked that cute slit again.

“Oh God,” this followed by words in another language that set Skylar ablaze. He reached up and held on to the shower bar and she took hold of his cock at the base with one hand and his tight balls with the other before opening wide and taking his entire length in.

More foreign words came with his strained groans and grunts and then, “Sky, baby yes.”

He called her Sky. She never dreamed she’d love the shorter version of her name. But in that moment, she was in
love
with it. Something to do with hearing it in his sexy rough voice.

She moaned as she took him deep into her mouth, lost in oblivion. She grabbed his hips and pumped him in and out of her mouth. She had the perfect momentum going and could feel him peaking, hear it in the tone of his ecstasy. It was deeper, more guttural.

A clattering erupted and the shower curtain gave way at her back. Skylar was suddenly falling backwards with Ezekiel following. She screamed as she landed on her back and Ezekiel on top of her, barely catching himself from turning her into a pancake.

The next few seconds was filled with rapid fire foreign words and
oh my God
, and
so sorry
, with wide eyed worry.

Skylar bu
rst out in laughter at the entire scenario.

“Oh God, you’re okay,” he breathed, kissing her cheek.

“Are we not the sexiest couple ever?”