The revelation stunned her. Seth tried to kill her? No way. “You’re wrong. My fiancé is a good man. He would never hurt me.”
Cyeon cupped her face with his large hands. “Seems to me you don’t really know the man you’re going to marry, do you? Pity.” He leaned closer. “Now, take your clothes off.”
“I…” She shrank.
He sighed. “Look. I won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.
But you really need to get clean. You reek.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Cyeon was right. She reeked from sweat and dirt, and whatever else had stuck on her since that fateful night. But god, was it really necessary for him to bathe her? She was a stranger in this exotic land and she knew practically nothing about the local customs. The whole thing felt kind of weird. Back in the States, she would call someone like Cyeon a pervert. But then, he wasn’t like any man she had ever met. Manlion. He must be wired differently than regular people.
Besides, she read somewhere that big cats loved to groom each other. Maybe Cyeon was no different.
With a satisfied growl, he unbuttoned her shirt. Her cheeks burned hot. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Undressing in front of a man she barely knew. She had always been self-conscious about her weight, and the thought of intimacy scared her. Until Seth had come into her life, she had never properly dated or shared a bed with a man. Even then, she always asked Seth to dim the lights when they were intimate. She didn’t want anyone to see her naked in plain sight. Like what Cyeon wanted now.
Cyeon pulled off her blouse a bit impatiently. Her heart lurched to her guts. She was more nervous now than when she found out he was a manlion. She waited to see if Cyeon was disgusted with what he saw. She was no beauty queen, and the last time she checked, size sixteen wasn’t exactly classified as sexy. Cyeon let out a soft purr. His gaze feasted on her body.
“Luscious,” he hissed. “Your lovely breasts would fit perfectly in my palms.”
Seemingly inspired by his own words, Cyeon unhooked the clasps of her bra and took it off. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. Jen fought back a moan.
Her nipples hardened in an instant. Morsels of pleasure burst in her sex. Especially when he deliberately brushed her nipples with his fingers. Lust engulfed her in one smooth swoop.
“Very responsive. Nice,” he purred. “I love passionate women. Now let’s take the rest off.”
Her knees weakened as Cyeon unzipped her capri pants. They fell around her ankles with a soft whisper. Her cotton panties were next. Cyeon paused. His gaze glued on the juncture of her thighs.
“You shave?” he asked.
Jen swallowed hard, embarrassed beyond anything. “Hygienic reasons.”
Cyeon laughed. “I love it.” With a swift move, he captured her clit and rolled it between his fingers.
Her face burned hotter. What he did sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.
Her pussy clenched and creamed. Jen cursed silently. She had never been easily turned-on like this before. Not even when she slept with Seth. The first few times had been rough. She thought it was because she was a virgin. But no matter what Seth did to get her excited in bed, he had never gotten her into the groove.
Unlike this man.
All Cyeon needed was to touch her and she became horny like a bitch in heat.
Holy hell. What is fucking wrong with me?
Cyeon released her clit and dragged the tip of his fingers, skimming her generous curves. A jolt of electric thrill shivered from the base of her spine. The ache between her thighs intensified, almost to the point of embarrassment. She moistened luxuriously and dripped juice on her inner thighs.
“Get in the tub,” he ordered. His voice sounded huskier than before.
When Jen caught his gaze, she was surprised to see burning lust in his eyes.
Cyeon looked like he wanted to devour her in one bite. Shaking off her arousal, she swung her leg and stepped into the tub. She sat. The water came to her belly and was heated to just the right temperature. Cyeon grabbed a bar of soap, cleaning her like no one had ever done before, including her mom, when she was little. He worked meticulously, washing her hair and scrubbing every inch of her body. When he announced he was done, she was so clean she squeaked.
Cyeon rose and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. “Stand.”
Jen obeyed without a peep. She gripped the edge of the sink as Cyeon systematically dried her body. It felt weird having someone paying that kind of attention to her. And Cyeon did it so lovingly, which made it weirder. She barely knew the guy. But so far, everything he did felt just right. As if everything was meant to be.
She didn’t feel the same with Seth.
The man who attempted to murder her.