A shiver of pure awareness went down her spine. “Movies are wonderful. I really admire the imaginations of the people putting together such wonderful worlds.” She glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at the screen but at her, his dark eyes smoky with desire, with raw sexual hunger. His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. “Nicolae, this really is a good movie.”
“Is it?” he murmured, clearly distracted.
She was all too aware of his fingers slipping the tiny buttons open down the front of her blouse. His knuckles brushed her bare skin as the material gaped open. She tried to be shocked, but excitement set in. “Is this what you do on your movie dates?” She found it hotly erotic to be sitting in a movie theater in the dark with her blouse open and her breasts aching and swollen with need. She watched, fascinated, as his long fingers stroked her soft, creamy skin.
“Did you think I came to watch the movie?” He sounded amused.
“Well… yes.” The breath slammed out of her lungs as his fingers began to shape her breast, his thumb lovingly brushing the nipple into a taut peak of desire.
“I wanted to watch you watch the movie. I love to watch you enjoy things. Do you object to wearing a skirt?”
“A skirt?” she echoed faintly.
“Instead of pants. A short skirt. You do not have to wear anything under it.” His voice purred as his fingers stroked.
His request seemed sinfully wicked, wonderfully sexy, and as she complied in the easy way of their people, donning a short thigh-length skirt, she felt the flush of heat moving through her body. “So I’m to sit here and watch the movie while you watch me?”
“Excellent idea,” he agreed. One fingernail lengthened to slit through the thin lace of her bra, freeing her full breasts from the wispy confines. “I just want you to enjoy yourself.” Nicolae cupped the soft weight of one breast in his palm. The cool air teased her heated skin, tightened her nipples even more.
On the screen, the heroine was running through her large mansion as intruders finally broke in, determined to steal an important icon left to her by her father. Nicolae bent his dark head to Destiny’s enticing offering. His mouth found her vulnerable throat as her head fell back. His tongue swirled, tasting her skin, the temptation of her pulse.
You move me. Every time I look at you, touch you, I know I am alive. If the strict truth were told, his insides went into total meltdown the moment he touched her body. Kissing her sent him into a heady spin. Fire raced through his veins and burned in his belly, but most of all, even greater than his tremendous physical response to her, was the intensity of his love. It shook him as nothing else ever had.
Her skin was amazingly soft. He wanted to touch every inch of her. Take his time and simply feel. Revel in his ability to do so. The contrast between a man’s body and a woman’s fascinated him. Her curves were lush and inviting; he wanted to sink deep into them and spend long hours enjoying every moment.
He feathered kisses down her throat, his mouth traveling to the tip of her inviting breast. The low sounds she made in her throat only served to heighten his pleasure. He wanted her needing him with the same mindless urgency he was feeling. He wanted that cool look gone from her face, her eyes cloudy with desire for him. He wanted her so distracted, she would never be able to look at a movie again without remembering this night and growing hot at the memory.
Teeth nipped and scraped gently, teasingly; his tongue lapped gently. He was pleased when her arms cradled his head, holding him to her breast. The music from the soundtrack pounded in his body, a hard, driving beat that matched the rhythm of his mouth as he took possession of her breast. She arched into him, her hips writhing in the seat, unable to stay still under the wild assault on her senses.