With her free hand, she unzipped her pants. He reached down to pluck off her boots, then snagged the ends of her jeans and tore them from her with one movement.
Then he went back to kissing her as if he knew she would lose her nerve, making her arch her back to him as she ran her hand along his impossibly large shaft. Shuddering, he lifted her legs to place her feet flat on the counter. Spreading her knees wide, he pulled aside her panties, groaning at the sight of her bared flesh.
For some reason she wasn't embarrassed as he stared, his eyes dark and hungry. In fact, his gaze made her tremble, made her wetter.
"How long I've waited." His voice was husky. "Canna believe it," he said, before taking her mouth so thoroughly, she was left panting and stunned.
He sucked one nipple, then the other between his lips to tongue them. Her hand squeezed his shaft, and her shaking intensified as her body throbbed for release. Why wasn't he touching her? Thrusting inside her? Why had she ever said to take this slow?
She was close, she felt it, on the verge of finally knowing the pleasure she'd never experienced, had only imagined.
Did he want her to ask as he had in the shower? She was no longer above it... "Please touch me here," she begged as her knees fell open in surrender. "Touch me. Kiss me. Whatever you want to do..."
He groaned. "I'm going tae do it all," he bit out. "I'll make this good for you..."
She gave a sharp cry when his fingers gently caressed her sex.
"So wet," he rasped. "You feel like silk." Fingers up and down slowly, leaving her flesh trembling in their wake, coaxing her even wetter. Then one dipped fully inside her, giving her no quarter as he had before, forcing her body to accept it, pressing her back into the mirror. Nothing could feel that good. She moaned in bliss, running her fist up and down his rigid erection.
"Why did you never make love before?" he rumbled in her ear, then hissed in a breath when she cupped his heavy sack.
He knew? Could he feel? "There's no one...For what I am, there was no one who..." She struggled for a word that meant no one my family wouldn't kill. "No one - "
"Who was no' disqualified from the competition." His lips curled. Wicked grin. Wicked Lykae. With his slow, hot touch.
"Uh-huh."
"Then it's good we found each other." He grasped her neck, holding her to face him. With his other hand, he thrust his finger and stroked his thumb over her clitoris. She was glad he held the back of her neck or her head would've lolled. "Look at me."
Her eyes fluttered open.
"You're mine, Emma," he grated between ragged breaths. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Another thrust. Her hips lifted to meet it this time, and she ground into his hand, needing release, needing him deeper.
"Do you understand me? Always."
Her brows drew together. "You have someone else - "
"It's you, Emma. It's always been you."
His words were like a promise, like a...vow. She whispered inanely, "Not Australian for buddy?"
He shook his head slowly, his thumb stroking her, making it difficult to comprehend what he was telling her.
"B-but you said..." Why'd he have to tell her this now, while he made unhurried, perfect circles with his thumb? She vaguely understood what he was saying, and still she wanted his fingers playing, wanted him full and thick inside her. "You...you lied to me?"
He hesitated, then said, "Aye, I lied to you."
She groaned with frustration. Damn it, so close! "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because we begin this tonight. With the truth between us."
"Begin this?" she asked in a bewildered tone. "What do you mean? Like our lives together or something?"
When he didn't disagree, she tensed. Lives together. For a Lykae, that meant forever, and forever for an immortal was literal. She scrambled away from him, pulling her panties back, and curled her legs under her. "You never intended to let me go." She worked her shirt and bra down, shivering when the material covered her ni**les.
"No, I dinna. I had to keep you with me. And I'd planned to entice you to stay by then."
She repeated dumbly, "Had to keep me with you?" Her unfulfilled desire was making her body feel wrong, burning out of her control.
"In all the years that have passed, I have waited for the one woman who was meant to be mine alone. You are that woman."
"Are you still crazy?" she snapped, angered that her body felt bereft of him. "I'm not that woman. I'm just not."
"You will realize soon enough that you were given to me above all others. You'll understand that I've searched relentlessly for you in every age that I have lived." His voice went low and gravelly. "And, Emma, I've lived and I have searched a verra long time."
"I'm a vam" - she patted her chest - "pire. Vampire. You've forgotten that."
"It stunned me as well. I dinna accept it at first."
"No kidding? I never would have known! What if you were correct then? You could be wrong now," she said desperately. "How can you be sure?"
He leaned over her. "I scented you from...afar, and it was beautiful and eased my mind. I saw your eyes for the first time, and I recognized you. I tasted your flesh, and" - he shuddered violently above her and his voice went guttural - "there is no way to describe it. But I can show you if you let me."
"I can't do this," she said, trying to dislodge herself from her pinned position, disgusted that when he'd shuddered, she'd gone soft for him once more.