Ka'Cit's Haven - Page 195

This man.

Right at this moment, she’d never felt safer than here in his arms.

“Nee-ya,” he broke their kiss, “this isn’t the place…it’s not how I imagined claiming you.”

She smiled at that. She couldn’t help it.

“How did you imagine claiming me?”

He growled at her question and the sound was a sexy rumble she felt vibrate between them and go straight to her center.

“On my sleeping slab…in my home.”

“We can go there and do it again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, because I don’t think either of us can wait to do it now.”

Another growl left his lips as he dipped his head to her neck and inhaled deeply.

“My gnora,” he growled, and it was like a flower bloomed within her.

She knew that word.

She’d heard it said so many times at the Sanctuary.

It meant he was finally accepting this, accepting her, and until then, she hadn’t realized she’d been waiting to hear it.

“I can’t resist you. If you don’t stop me, I’m going to take you right here right now.”

“Then don’t resist…”

Even in the now-dim light coming from the hover car’s control panel, she could see his fangs flash as he growled.

Ka’Cit dipped his head and his lips captured hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue flicked against hers with feverish strokes before he pulled his lips away to plant kisses in a path down her neck.

His hands fumbled with her tunic even as she slipped her hands underneath his.

Ka’Cit growled at the contact before easing away from her without breaking the contact of his lips against her skin. The movement was enough to allow Nia to lift her arms, allowing him to take the tunic over her head.

Now topless, the cool breeze kissed her skin as Ka’Cit stared down at her.

“You’re gorgeous, ta’ii.”

The way he said it, it was like a man speaking while under a spell.

He seemed entranced and when he dipped his head to trace his tongue around her breast, Nia’s eyes rolled back in her head.

The feel of his warm tongue and the contrast of the cool breeze flowing over her nipples made her body tingle and she arched against him, her center pressing against his.

Something throbbed and pressed back against her, causing her to take her bottom lip into her mouth.

“I want to touch you too,” she managed to murmur but Ka’Cit shook his head as her hands fumbled with the clasp of his trousers.

“Not yet.” In one movement, he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. “Just the thought of touching you has me ready to spill. And I don’t want this moment to end.”

He ground his hips against her as if to make a point and his hardness pressed into her center.