“Can’t sleep anymore.”
“Do you want me to leave? I can give you some space.”
Instead of answering him, she swung a leg over his thighs, bracing her palms on his chest. If he wouldn't make his move, she decided, straddling him, then she would.
His hands naturally came to rest at her waist, steadying her. The moonlight filtering through the windows lit his face, his surprise evident.
“W. . .what are you doing?” he asked, trying to get his excitable body under control. “I didn’t come here for sex.”
She cocked her head to the left, looking at him like he’d just said the silliest thing. “I know.”
“You were tired. You need to rest,” he tried again.
In a sleep roughened voice, she husked, “I need you more.”
She held his gaze as she reached for the buttons on her nightshirt, slowly popping one open before moving down.
“Should I continue?” she asked, her voice low but clear.
Rian gulped, nodding his assent, riveted as she slid another button through its hole, and then another, all the way until the two edges of her nightshirt were parted down the middle, revealing silken brown skin unbroken by the strip of a bra. Even in the dull light he could tell her nipples had hardened, straining clearly against the soft cotton. His eyes canvassed her, lingering at her navel, a thin golden chain glinting above her waistband.
Aditi reveled in the power that surged within her at being able to hold his attention. If the flush on his skin and his shallow breath weren’t evidence enough, the growing stiffness under her thigh that had become prominent during the course of her deliberate strip show made it clear how much she affected him. And she hadn’t even removed her clothes yet. She slipped a finger under his chin, lifting his face towards her.
“Take off your shirt.”
Her order was soft, but the response was immediate.
Rian didn’t care where he threw his T-shirt, whether it ripped, tore, or burnt to char. He simply wanted to feel Aditi’s skin against his. He reached for her, frowning when she leaned away with a shake of her head.
“Put your hands on the bed and sit back against the headboard. You won’t touch me until I say it's okay.”
“What?”
With a firm hand, she pushed him until his back was supported by her pillows.
“I was having a nice dream before you woke me,” she confessed, her nose tracking the curve of his face, down the sharp edge of his jaw. “Hmmm,” she purred, rubbing her cheek against his lightly, feeling his roughened stubble scrape against her soft skin. “You smell so good. That’s how I knew you were here.”
She dipped lower to press her lips on his collarbone and heard him swallow audibly. Her fingers fluttered down his neck, over his pecs, drawing curvy lines and tiny circles that had him feeling dizzy. She sat back, watching her hands move across the landscape of his chest, down his abdomen, tracing the perfect lines of his abs, the shadows making it seem like he was made of stone.
“You’re so beautiful,” she told him, watching his stomach clench when she scraped a nail along his waist.
“Beautiful?” His voice was hoarse. Letting Aditi touch him, her eyes devouring his body while her fingers stroked him like he was made of glass, was as arousing as it was tortuous.
“Hmm. Handsome isn’t adequate. You’re beautiful.” She leaned in to press her mouth against the pulse at the base of his neck.
She kissed her way down slowly, hearing the change in his breath as she licked the salt off his chest. She swirled her tongue around the edges of his small nipple, causing him to moan. When she raked it lightly with her teeth, his hand automatically sought her.
“Play by my rules,” she ordered him, forcing his hands off her and back onto the sheets, “and I will let you do whatever you want later.”
“Anything?” He watched her crouch lower, giving him the perfect view of her breasts, her shirt having slid open with her movement.
“Anything,” she promised, looking up at him through her lashes. At his nod, her fingers dug into his waistband and she tugged them down.
The feel of her soft hands stroking his cock had him panting. She worked him gently, never increasing the pressure of her hold for too long. She bent low, cupping her breasts and pressed them in, trapping his arousal between them.
The feel of her warm flesh moving up against his rigid length, pillowing him on either side had Rian gripping into the sheets with deathly force.
“Sunshine, you feel incredible. Pinch your nipples for me,” he ordered, amending it when she raised a sassy brow. “Please.”