Free Savage Lessons (Temple of Luna #3) by Moira Rogers Page B

quietly and when to give as good as they get."
    She nodded. "How would you like to start?"
    He leaned forward and released her hair so he could trace his thumb along her jaw. "Tell me what you've learned about your own pleasures. What makes you ache with need?" A dangerous question, since he'd have to imagine another man touching her, but his possessive nature made him good at his job.
    "Kissing." She licked her lips. "I'm fond of exploring. And I like... extremes." Her eyes darkened, and she inhaled sharply. "So slow it takes all night, or -- or fast and hot. Intense. Those are the things that make me come."
    "Mmm." The perfect words, delivered in a breathy little whisper with a huskiness meant to make a man hard. It was easy to picture her in front of the mirror, practicing how to find just the right mix of invitation and hesitation.
    She's too good at sex to be great at sex. Kweku's words made perfect sense now. They also made him sad. He slid his hand around the back of her neck and fisted his fingers in her hair, urging her head back until she was staring up at him. "You're trying too hard. Sex is not a chore or a job within the Temple. If you don't celebrate it, you don't belong here."
    The seductive invitation faded, replaced by a hint of defiance. Determination. "I belong here."
    Defiance was good. "Do you? You won't impress me by seducing me, kitten."
    Lexa licked her lips again, the gesture nervous this time. "Is this training or a test?"
    "You know as well as I do that all training is a test." He lifted his free hand and rubbed his thumb along her full lower lip. "Other trainers are testing you to see if you can handle men. I'm testing you to see if you love doing it."
    Her teeth closed on his thumb, and he felt a quick, teasing flick of her tongue before she released him. "There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"
    With her body between his legs it was easy to trap her, pinning her arms against her sides. Another tug arched her head back, and he moved his hand and claimed her mouth with a soft growl.
    She met him with a moan, her own mouth open and inviting. He could hear her heart thudding, could smell her arousal. Both gave lie to the tales he'd heard of her detachment and distraction. Both aroused him.
    He slanted his mouth over hers but didn't accept her invitation to deepen the kiss. The beast inside him already paced with hungry impatience, desperate to break free and flood him with base instinct, with the need that made him so dangerous and so very, very good at his job.
    Soon enough, the beast would feast on her pleasure. But not until the man had pushed her to the edge and learned her boundaries. So he licked and teased, scraped his teeth against her lower lip and encouraged her with the fist in her hair. But he didn't give her more.
    She bit him back, taking as much control as she could, and her tongue sought his as she leaned up. It must have pulled her hair, but she only moaned again and kissed him harder.
    She was eager, and it turned him on. He bit her lip again, harder, and chased her tongue back into her mouth with his own.
    Lexa pulled her mouth from his with a muffled, helpless noise of pleasure. "I want to be naked. I want you naked."
    At least the words were honest, not rehearsed. Dejan dropped his hand and shifted his leg to free her. "Stand up. I want to watch you take your robes off."
    She rose in a steady, fluid movement, but her hands were trembling as she lifted them to free the knotted belt of her robe. It slid from her shoulders to reveal a white chemise so thin and filmy he could see through it.
    The fact that she wasn't wearing anything under that damn transparent slip made him want to groan.
    He dragged in a deep breath and lifted his gaze to her face again. "Do you always fumble with the knot of your belt, or am I making you nervous?"
    Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her nipples were hard under the thin silk. "Maybe if I weren't enjoying myself so much, my coordination