“She wanted you to know that.”
Ashe nodded, grateful he could understand. “My father was horrified the moment the words came out of his mouth, I could see that, but it was too late. He’d said them. He followed after her and they were gone for days. When they came back, he stuck close to her and no one smiled much. I left a couple of weeks later when I turned eighteen.”
“I think your mother was right. Staying away from your grandfather sounds like a good plan. Evangeline had a grandfather who many classified as a monster, but then, they’d never met my father or his brothers.” He gestured toward her with his fork. “Finish your food, baby.”
“I’ve been eating,” she pointed out. “Your plate is nearly full.”
“Because I took a second helping. In any case, I have plans for you.”
His voice made her heart jump, and a delicious curl of heat danced down her spine. Deep inside, her sex clenched and she felt a rush of delight go through her veins.
“Plans?” She tilted her head and looked at him, speculation and interest in her gaze.
“I want you under the table, on your knees, your mouth around my cock.”
“I see.” She drew the two words out, but now heat had turned to fire. “When?”
“As soon as you’re finished with your meal. I intend to be the dessert.”
She ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. “Since you put it that way …” She slipped off her chair.
“Wait.”
Her heart beat faster. She loved the way he talked. The accent. The command. More, she loved the blue eyes darkening, all the ice melting, leaving those twin blue flames licking at her skin. She didn’t move a muscle.
“Take off your shirt and then drop down right there and crawl around to me.” As he spoke, he turned his chair slightly to an angle, so she would no longer be under the table. He widened his legs to accommodate her.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She took her time folding the material, liking the way he looked at her naked body. She had breasts, high and firm, with hard little nipples, already in tight peaks just because he was using that voice of his. After placing her shirt on the chair, she went down to her hands and knees. The moment she did, she felt her leopard wake—and she woke with a vengeance.
Her body went from feeling sensuous, to feeling on fire. Blazing hot. She let the feeling consume her. Every cell in her body had come alive with want. With need. With an all-consuming hunger for Timur. His gaze burned through her skin to brand her bones. She wanted him. Not just because he had those blue flames for eyes, or he was so scorching hot and gorgeous, but because he was danger and intrigue and he could cook.
She crawled between his thighs and knelt up, deliberately brushing her swaying breasts against the material of his sweats. The friction felt amazing. He didn’t wait for her to slide his sweats over his hips, he did so, pulling his heavy erection out for her.
Her heart pounded as her eyes met his. She found her legs were shaking and she was glad she was on her knees because she might have fallen. For the first time in her life, she was giving herself to someone. Letting him see her, because he looked at her with his complete focus and saw her. Not through her, he actually saw her and what coming like this to him meant to her. It wasn’t a game lovers played. This was about something deep inside her answering his call. This was about her leopard answering his male’s call.
His cock was in his hand, a hard, thick shaft of pure steel, forged into beautiful artwork. Her breath caught in her throat. She loved the way he looked and marveled at how big he could get. There was no way all that was fitting in her mouth. When he was in her body, he stretched her ability to accommodate him. Still, her mouth watered, and she couldn’t help leaning into him, lifting her face toward him.
His hand was unexpectedly gentle as he touched her forehead, a small caress before he settled his palm at the back of her head. She felt his fingers, very slowly, pull her hair into his fist. The small bite of pain deepened the desire already beginning to rage through her body.
“Open your mouth for me, Ashe.”
She did. Instantly. Wanting him. Wanting what he was offering. Her pulse pounded through her clit and her hungry body clenched emptily. She felt herself trembling.
“Are you afraid?” For the first time his voice was strained.
She kept her gaze fixed on his cock, on the mesmerizing rhythm of his hand as it pumped up and then slid down. She shook her head. “Only that I might not please you. I want to give you the same kind of pleasure that you gave me but you’re … intimidating.” It was the only word she could settle on. He was. And she wanted him as far gone as he’d made her. Mindless and out of control. She wanted him to feel the emotion she was experiencing just offering herself to him.