Chapter 6 Six
"Yes," he said, barely more than a breath."Touch me, Lia."
He pulled her against him, so that their skin met, and he groaned as if he had never desired anything so much as the feel of her body against his.Something primitive within her reacted to that groan, her body giving, melting to his.
She stroked her hands up his back, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath her palms, as he kissed down the length of her neck, seeming to know exactly where her skin was most sensitive.He lifted her, and lowered her to the bed, drawing his hands down the length of her legs to remove her runners and socks, before peeling the running shorts down.
She had never been naked with a man before, nor had she seen one naked, other than on the TV screen, she added, as he heeled off his boots and shoved his jeans off, but she suspected that in every way, Raiden outclassed most men.
He lay himself out along her side, holding his weight on an elbow, and met her lips with his, his tongue stroking along her lower lip before delving into her mouth and exploring.His hand stroked over her breast, the palm burning hot against her nipple.
She arced up, gasping, wanting his touch.He murmured something against her cheek and pinched her nipple gently between his finger and thumb, before running his palm over it again.His lips grazed the point of her jaw, and she could feel his breath stirring her skin.
His touch was hypnotic, and her skin ached for his.When he stroked his hand over her stomach, and below, she could barely breathe.
"Yes," he whispered, watching her face."That is what you need, isn't it, my Lia?"
She sobbed in a breath, clinging to him, pressing her body against his touch.She could feel him against her side, the throb of him an echo of her own driving lust.
He rocked his hips, a gentle motion using her skin to bring himself pleasure, as his fingers brought hers.She released her grip on his back and reached between them, closing her hand around him, wanting to offer something back, and he moaned, his face falling into the hollow of her neck, his lips grazing small kisses as he rocked into her hold.
Their moans and unsteady breath were the only sound in the still house, and the creak of the bed's boards as their weight shifted over them.
She came apart, the orgasm so hard that it was almost painful, and seeming to linger far longer than it did when she was alone.
"Oh, yes, Lia," he groaned, and she felt the change in him a moment before he spilled his seed, hot and wet against her side.He sank over her, still twitching out the last throes of his pleasure, his moan broken and hoarse, as if dragged from him."Oh, f-k," he breathed, and she felt the tension leave his muscles, until his body lay heavily over hers.
It was incredibly nice, his skin on hers, the weight of him on her, she thought as her heartbeat and breath settled, and her body sank into a relaxed heaviness that threatened to pull her into sleep.He seemed content to remain with his face buried into the curve of her neck, his breathing becoming steady again, his heartbeat against her calming.
She ran her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders and back, admiring the man who lay skin to skin with her.His hair held the scent of lavender and citrus and she wondered at its source.Was it a soap, a shampoo, or the man who smelt so wonderful? The curls wrapped around her fingers, and when pulled straight, it was longer than she had thought.
"I am overdue a haircut," he murmured.
"I like it," she admitted."It is a bit…"
"Girly?" He suggested."That is what Ethan says, anyway," he chuckled.
"No, definitely not girly," she laughed at the idea, and at the fact that his brother teased him about his hair."No.It is sort of… I don't know, exactly, except you are so big, and the tattoos, and motor bike, and stubble is so one thing, and then you have this hair…"
"Are you telling me that it ruins my tough guy image?" He was grinning, she could feel the curve of his lips against her skin, the pull of his cheeks, the stubble prickling her skin."That is it, I will make time for a hairdresser next week."
"No, don't," she protested.
"Well," he lifted over her and brushed his lips against hers."Maybe I will leave it for a bit longer." For her, went unspoken, except in his smile and his eyes.He lowered back over her, making himself comfortable, intending to stay there for some time, she thought, and she returned to stroking him thinking that there was no other way she would prefer to spend the day.
Self-doubt burrowed into the still, comfortable silence, preventing her from sleeping.Did he find her odd? Her reluctance, her inexperience? Would the novelty wear off, and would he become frustrated with her? "I haven't…" She whispered, the beginning of a confession, an explanation.
"No?" He did not shift, and she felt his lips move against her neck."I guess that makes sense."
She sighed in relief; he had not made her say it all.
He lifted onto his elbow and smiled down at her."We will take our time, Lia.We have it.There's no hurry.We have the rest of our lives."
His brother returned with the lunch, almost deliberately noisy as he did so as if knowing that Raiden would have seduced her into bed, clomping heavy footed up the porch steps, letting the front door bang closed, before knocking on the bedroom door.
Raiden chuckled as he lifted from her reluctantly, and opened the door, unbothered by his nakedness, but keeping the door only just wide enough so that she was hidden from sight.He wouldn't be embarrassed, Lia thought, being a shifter, he would be frequently naked around the other werewolves as they transitioned too and from wolf form.
"Thanks."
"No problems."
Raiden brought the container back to the bed.
"Your brother knew I was in your bed," she accused him laughing.
"Ah," Raiden shrugged with a grin."He knew I hoped you would be in my bed."
He insisted on feeding her mouthfuls of the Vietnamese salad, in between kisses.
She should have been uncomfortable, lying around on his bed naked and sharing his lunch, seeing as they had only met the night before, but it didn't feel awkward at all.It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean against him naked, both of them sweaty, rumpled and reeking of sex, and the salad was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, besides the man who fed it to her.
"What is your brother's name?" She asked him."Ethan?"
"Ethan," he confirmed, offering her another forkful.
"No, thank you," she laughed, rolling away from him."It is your lunch.You eat it.Ethan.Older or younger?" She had not really looked at him closely enough to tell, too embarrassed to be found clinging to Raiden.She would be too embarrassed now, she thought, flushing.Raiden might not have been concerned about collecting his lunch from his brother in nothing but his skin, but there was no way that Ethan would not know what they had been doing in the room before his return home, and she was not sure how she could meet his eyes knowing that he knew.
"Younger," he set the container to the side and wrapped himself around her, his skin against her causing her to catch her breath.He curled himself around her back as if she had been made to fit within the curve of his body."I have a younger sister, too, Tara, who you will meet at the lunch tomorrow."
"Isn't that a bit… fast?" She wondered.It was amazingly comfortable to lie with him like this, she thought.She could very easily fall to sleep, with the warmth of him against him, the heaven of his skin against hers, and his heartbeat against her back.
"Not for us.Are you working at the club again tonight?"
"Yes."
"I will take you home after."
She stroked her hand over his forearm, smoothing the hair that grew darkly there."I would like that.I should go," she realized."I am probably keeping you from something."
"Nothing important.Sleep with me.I will set the alarm to make sure you get home in time for work," he rolled away and sat up to snag his jeans, retrieving his phone from his pocket, not giving her the option to refuse.She did not want to refuse, she thought, she wanted nothing more than to sleep wrapped in this man."What time?"
She tried to focus on practicalities."I should go around four.I need to shower and do my hair and make-up."
"Alright.Four," he set the alarm, and then pulled back the sheets, sliding in and holding them open for her.He positioned her so that her head was on his bicep, and he curled around her back and gave a heavy sigh, pressing his face into her hair, and breathing in deeply.
Barely moments seemed to pass before the alarm woke her.Raiden rolled, leaning over her in order to turn it off, before sinking back onto the cushion, stroking his hand down her arm.
"Time to wake up," he murmured pressing his lips against the back of her shoulder.
She could feel that he was hard, the pulse of him against her back.He did not try to hide it, but also ignored it, demonstrating again that total comfort in his body.She rolled over to face him and slid her hand down from his chest, over his stomach muscles, to close around him.
He smiled, his golden-brown eyes dancing with amusement.He shrugged, unashamed of his hard on."It is very nice to sleep with you naked against me," he said.She explored the texture of him, the softness of skin against the hard core."It is even nicer when you touch me like that," he added his voice husky.
"I should go," she said, pressing her lips against his Adam's apple and breathing in the scent of lavender and citrus that lingered on his skin.
"Mhm." His breathing was heavy, and his hand stroked down the curve of her hip.He eased her hand from him, and shifted, so that he pressed against her but did not penetrate, rocking so that the stroke of his flesh against hers made her catch her breath.She clenched her thighs around him, and he groaned."Oh, dancer," he said with appreciation."Great muscle tone."
She giggled breathlessly and kissed his skin as she pressed her body tighter to his, rocking in counterpoint to him, so that they both moaned.
"F-k," he pressed his lips against her cheek.There was a shift in angle, and he swore again, the cords of his neck prominent, as he came, spilling over the inside of her thigh.He continued to rock against her until she followed, her grip on his shoulders tightening as her body trembled.
"I haven't done that since I was your age," he said with a half a laugh."There is a lot to be said for revisiting non-penetrative sex."
He sighed regretfully."We had better wipe you down, Lia, and I will give you a lift back to your house, or you will be late to work."
He retrieved a tissue box from the other side of the bed and wiped his seed from her in a way that she thought seemed to spread it more than remove it.They dressed, and he drove her round to her house, removing his helmet in order to exchange lingering kisses, before she went to the door.Once she was inside, he rode off.