Free Lover Eternal: A Novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood by J. R. Ward Page B

closed his eyes. "Say something else."
     
"What?" she asked, baffled.
     
"Talk. Talk to me. I want to hear your voice again."
     
She was silent, and he was about to demand that she speak when she said, "You don't look well. Do you need a doctor?"
     
He found himself swaying. The words didn't matter. It was her sound: low, soft, a quiet brushing in his ears. He felt as if he were being stroked on the inside of his skin.
     
"More," he said, twisting his palm around to the front of her neck so he could feel the vibrations in her throat better.
     
"Could you… could you please let go of me?"
     
"No." He brought his other arm up. She was wearing some kind of fleece, and he moved the collar aside, putting his hand on her shoulder so she couldn't get away from him. 'Talk."
     
She started to struggle. "You're crowding me."
     
"I know. Talk ."
     
"Oh, for God's sake, what do you want me to say?"
     
Even exasperated, her voice was beautiful. "Anything."
    "Fine. Get your hand off my throat and let me go or I'm going to knee you where it counts." He laughed. Then sank his lower body into her, trapping her with his thighs and hips. She stiffened against him, but he got an ample feel of her. She was built lean, though there was no doubt she was a female. Her breasts hit his chest, her hips cushioned his, her stomach was soft.
"Keep talking," he said in her ear. God, she smelled good. Clean. Fresh. Like lemon.
     
When she pushed against him, he leaned his full weight into her. Her breath came out in a rush.
     
"Please," he murmured.
     
Her chest moved against his as if she were inhaling. "I… er, I have nothing to say. Except get off of me."
     
He smiled, careful to keep his mouth closed. There was no sense showing off his fangs, especially if she didn't know what he was.
     
"So say that."
     
"What?"
     
"Nothing. Say nothing. Over and over and over again. Do it"
     
She bristled, the scent of fear replaced by a sharp spice, like fresh, pungent mint from a garden. She was annoyed now.
     
"Say it ," he commanded, needing to feel more of what she did to him.
    " Fine . Nothing. Nothing." Abruptly she laughed, and the sound shot right through to his spine, burning him. "Nothing, nothing. No -thing. No-thing . Noooooothing. There, is that good enough for you? Will you let me go now?"
"No."
    She fought against him again, creating a delicious friction between their bodies. And he knew the moment when her anxiety and irritation turned to something hot. He smelled her arousal, a lovely sweetening in the air, and his body answered her call.
He got hard as a diamond.
     
'Talk to me, Mary." He moved his hips in a slow circle against her, rubbing his erection on her belly, increasing his ache and her heat
    After a moment the tension eased out of her, softening her against the thrust of his muscles and his arousal. Her hands flattened on his waist. And then slowly slid around to the small of his back, as if she were unsure why she was responding to him the way she was.
    He arched against her, to show his approval and encourage her to touch more of him. When her palms moved up his spine, he growled low in his throat and dropped his head down so his ear was closer to her mouth. He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry .
Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.
    The effect she had on him was druglike, a tantalizing combination of sexual need and profound ease. Like he was having an orgasm and falling into a peaceful sleep at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
A chill shot through him, sucking the warmth out of his body.
     
He snapped his head back as he thought about what Vishous had said to him.
     
"Are you a virgin?" Rhage demanded.
     
The stiffness in her body returned, like cement setting solid. She shoved hard against him, moving him not one inch.
     
"I beg your pardon. What kind of question is that?"
     
Anxiety tightened his hand on her shoulder.