Page 11 of Deck the Skulls
“If you’ll let me, I’ll make a deep, detailed study of you,” he said, voice low and needy.
She wasn’t prepared for him to do that, or the way she broke out in gooseflesh when his words seemed to move across her skin. Instead of pulling away after saying that, he leaned a little closer, almost putting his nose in her hair.
“You smell so damn good,” he murmured. She felt hyperaware of how close he was to her. She could feel heat radiating off his body, and his clean, masculine scent filled her nose. The urge to touch him was almost overwhelming.
“I do? I mean… uh… I…” she wanted to say something snarky about it being harder than that to seduce her. Instead, she was reduced to an inarticulate idiot.
“You absolutely do,” he assured her. It only took a slight lean to put his mouth on the skin under her earlobe that made her feel hot. “And you taste as good as you smell.”
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and she gasped, then moaned. It was such a simple thing, but it sent sparks shooting down her spine. She could feel her pussy getting wet, and her breasts felt heavy and ached to be touched.
Grasping his shirt in her hand, she made a protesting sound when he straightened up. She even tried to pull him back.
He resisted her tugs and put a hand on either side of her face, holding her still. His eyes were so bright they almost seemed to glow.
“Anatoly got to kiss you,” he whispered, running his thumbs over the skin under her eyes. “It’s only fair that I get to taste you too. Say I can kiss you, Rissa. Please?”
The idea of refusing him never crossed her mind. “Yes.”
Her eyes slid closed as his mouth covered hers. His kiss was just as electrifying as Anatoly’s, but different. The other man had been smooth and practiced; Zan was more forceful from the start. The moment she parted her lips for him, he invaded her mouth.
Heat flooded her system, making her moan again. Her limbs went weak, and she melted against him. He wrapped his arms around her and easily lifted her off the stool and placed her on the bar top without breaking the kiss. Her legs parted for him, and he stepped between them, pressing hard against her.
She could feel his erection straining his pants. Damn, the outline felt huge! It couldn't be real.
Wiggling a hand between them, she palmed his dick through his pants, marveling at the size. He made a muffled choking sound and ended the kiss.
“Rissa,” he said, panting and rubbing his trapped cock against her hand. “Fuck that feels good.”
Then he reached under the loose hem of her shirt and palmed one of her breasts through her bra. Her aching flesh sang out at his touch. When he squeezed, she dropped her head back and gasped.
Before now, she could've sworn she couldn’t be turned on more than when Anatoly kissed her, but Zan was matching the other man. When did she go from having barely any sex drive to feeling like this?
“We could go upstairs,” Zan whispered. “We could—”
“Hey, are you guys open?” a voice asked, making Rissa jerk with surprise. Zan let go of her to turn around in one fast, graceful move.
“What the hell are all of you doing here?” Zan growled, staying in front of her so the new arrival couldn’t see her. Thankful for his cover, she pulled her shirt back down, then peered over his shoulder. There was a group of people standing just inside the bar with expressions of amusement on their faces.
“It’s game day,” one of them said. “We have it at the same time every week.”
One of the women in the group smiled and waved at Rissa. “Hi, I’m Tam, and this is Wes, Ryan, Jennifer, and Jane. We play Catan every Saturday, want to join us?”
“Rissa isn’t interested in playing Catan,” Zan said.
Jennifer shook her head. “Let Rissa decide!”
“I need to work,” Rissa said, enjoying the smiling group despite their poor timing. “But maybe another time.”
“I don’t suppose I could talk you guys into going somewhere else?” Zan said, sounding a little desperate. “The Downward Dog is nice.”
“Zan!” Rissa said, pushing his shoulders. “They’re customers!”
Tam giggled, showing off startlingly long canine teeth. “Downward Dog and the Dapper Dog are both too loud. But we can look after everything if you want to take Rissa upstairs.”
Rissa felt her face get hot at the same time Zan gave a resigned sigh. “Go to your favorite table; I’ll bring your drinks over.”
Turning to face her, he leaned in close. “To be continued,” he whispered before picking her up off the bar top. Instead of simply setting her down, he slid her body the length of his. It was a delicious promise for the future.