N. Walters - Pride of the Lion

“I’m getting you naked.” The hot flare in his eyes momentarily distracted her. He got up and removed her shoes and socks. Then he reached for the opening of her jeans.

“Why?”

His entire body froze, sexual energy emanating from every pore of his body. Oh my. Her nipples puckered and her pussy clenched before flooding with arousal.

“Because I plan to put you in the shower and clean you up.” He removed her jeans, taking her panties with them as he tugged them down her legs and tossed them aside. “Then I plan to kiss every inch of your body and fuck you until you scream.”

Sounded like a plan to her. She shoved aside all her questions, all her concerns about what happened next. She was under no illusions. Leander was an immortal warrior, a guardian of an ancient goddess. He’d obviously have to go back to work. That wasn’t exactly the kind of job you retired from.

And where would that leave her? Immortal and alone. She’d really become the crazy cat lady if she wasn’t careful. Maybe they could see each other occasionally.

An immortal booty call. Not exactly what she’d hoped for her life, but it was better than the alternative—life without Leander.

On the other hand, she’d have plenty of time to read all the books she wanted, to learn everything she’d ever wanted to learn. She could go back to school anytime she wanted. Provided she could come up with the cash. Finances could be another problem.

Leander scooped her into his arms and all her worries disappeared along with the last of her headache. He was here with her now and that was all that mattered. She rested her head against his chest, loving the heavy solid beat of his heart. His skin was so warm it was almost hot. He felt so alive, so good. She rubbed her nose against his chest and he gave a low growl.

She looked up at him and grinned.

Leander knew he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his existence than a bloodstained and exhausted Araminta. Her beautiful hair was matted, but he’d take care of that in no time. He still couldn’t believe she wasn’t yelling at him, flinging recriminations about what he’d done to her and her life.

He’d gotten her killed. Yes, he’d revived her, but then she’d saved him. She loved him. He didn’t know what that meant to her. Forever was a long time to want to tie herself to him. He wasn’t about to question his good fortune at the moment. He’d clean her up and make love to her before asking her if she’d stay with him.

It was good to have a strategy.

He walked into the bathroom and set her carefully on the counter. He turned to start the shower, needing to get the worst of the blood and dirt cleaned off before he ran a bath for her to soak in.

Araminta sat on the vanity watching him, a small smile curving her sweet lips. His gaze narrowed as he followed the track of her eyes. They weren’t on his face. They were on his bare butt. He’d forgotten he’d willed his clothing away on his way to the bathroom. He was used to being naked and it didn’t bother him in the least.

But her heated gaze was making his body come alive. His cock jerked and began to swell. He ignored his erection, went back to her and grabbed the end of her braid. He pulled off the elastic and unwound the strands, letting them play over and around his fingers in an erotic caress.

“I can do that,” she offered.

“Let me.” His voice was hoarse with desire. It thrilled him when she acquiesced and let him unbind her hair. It felt as though he was unwrapping a long-awaited present. He couldn’t wait to wash it.

He lifted her into his arms, stepped into the shower and released her legs until her feet touched the floor. “Steady?” The water poured over them both and he maneuvered her so the spray cascaded over her hair and body. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, obviously enjoying the feel of the water against her milky-white skin. His dick throbbed and his balls ached for release.

She nodded and opened her eyes. “I’m feeling stronger by the minute,” she assured him. But he wasn’t convinced. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes and she’d lost a lot of blood. Hell, she’d died for him. It might only have been for a matter of seconds, but it had happened. She might be immortal now, but she was newly so. It would take time for her power to evolve. She still needed time to recover from her ordeal.

He reached for the bottle labeled shampoo and poured some into his palm. “Turn around.”

She sidled around, accidentally brushing his cock with her hand. He growled but stayed steady. He would finish this the way he wanted. She belonged to him now whether she knew it or not, and he would always see that all her needs were met from this day forward. It was his right and his honor to take care of her.

He stroked his hand over her scalp, evenly distributing the shampoo before he began massaging her scalp. She gave a moan of sheer pleasure and moved closer to him. Her lush ass rubbed against his shaft and he thought he might lose control. Her skin was soft and wet against his dick. His lion roared inside him, but he bit his lip and didn’t allow the loud sound to escape. If he did, the echo in the shower might deafen them both.

He took a step back and continued to work the shampoo down her dark tresses, letting the soap and water clean all the dried blood and dirt away. When the water finally ran clean, he picked up her body wash and squirted some of it into his palm. It smelled like lavender. It smelled like Araminta.

His dick was already hard, but it turned into a steel spike the moment he caught a whiff of the soap. Her skin always smelled like lavender, even after fighting the demons, he could still get the faintest scent of it.

“Everything okay?” She started to turn to face him, but he stopped her by putting his hands on her shoulders and rubbing. She gave a sigh. “That feels so good.” He brushed her hair over her shoulders so her back was bare and worked the soap down her slender spine, stopping when he hit the top of her buttocks.

Leander took a deep breath and chained his growing arousal. He was determined to pleasure her first. He cupped both mounds of her lush ass and squeezed. “I love your ass.”

The sound she made was almost a squeak. “Really?”

He moved his hands over her butt, shaping the full globes before sliding his fingers through the dark crevice. “Oh yeah.”

Unable to resist, he leaned inward, letting his cock slip between the cheeks. Araminta went up onto her toes and slapped one hand against the wet tiles for support. He angled his body until his cock slipped through her legs and stroked along the slick folds of her pussy.

Araminta gasped and shivered. He pulled back and drove his cock along the folds again, this time making sure he stroked her clit too.

“So good,” she gasped.

He leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, letting her feel the slightest graze of his teeth. “You think that’s good? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised. He pulled back and turned her so she was facing the side wall. Then he lowered himself to his knees behind her.

Water flowed over Araminta. She was so hot she was surprised steam wasn’t rising from her skin. Leander’s lips grazed her lower back and then her behind. The guy was literally kissing her butt.

Sharp teeth nipped and she jerked and then groaned when his rough tongue soothed the tiny bite. She’d probably have a hickey on her ass. The thought made her grin. Her lion was marking her.

Strong hands pushed her legs apart and she leaned her cheek against the cool tile. Hot breath caressed her pussy. He turned her suddenly so her back was against the wall, and then his tongue was there, licking and tasting. “Oh my God.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. It was so good. He curled his clever tongue around her clit and stars burst behind her eyelids.