Redemption (Red Dragon Book 1) by H.J. Bradley Page B

tightness in her lower belly and a tingling in her groin. For a moment her hand tightened in his hair, and she was beyond tempted to pull his mouth up the one or two inches to where she was aching. To pull up the hem of her knee length nighty and ease his head between her legs and to guide him to her pleasure. He must have sensed something in her then, for when he looked up at her again his nostrils were flared and his pupils dilated.
    “Cat,” he said, voice barely a whisper.
    She didn’t even bother to answer him, instead dragged him up to her mouth and drew him into the most heated kiss that she could manage and the noise that he made into her mouth was completely indecent. Together they slid down the sofa so that she was laying on her back beneath him, their tongues tangling slowly as he settled his body between her splayed legs. Her nighty had risen up so high that when he placed his hands on her hips she felt his palms on her bare skin. Valto’s body trembled at that, and his mouth seemed to become even more desperate on hers. His cock was heavy weight pressing into her lower stomach through his sleep pants.
    “Off.” She dragged her mouth away from his as she started tugging eagerly at the hem of his shirt.
    His eyes wild with lust, Valto pulled away from her so as to kneel between her spread thighs, gaze fastened on where her silky black panties were on display beneath where her nighty was rucked up around her waist.
    “Fuck,” he said softly, ripping his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.
    Cat had known that he had changed physically; it was difficult not to see the difference to the rather pudgy young man she had once loved and the military vet who had turned up in Wales not three weeks ago. She had already had him naked against her, but it had been dark. Seeing him in the flesh in the soft lighting of Belltree’s living room was a different story. Where he had once been soft and she used to sink into his embrace, there were now firmly defined muscles. There was clear strength in his arms and shoulders, the skin tanned from his time in the Middle East, and she partially sat up so as to touch him.
    She ran her hands over his shoulders and down over the hard muscles of his pecs, her fingers lingering over the points of his nipples. “Valto look at you.”
    He tore his gaze from her groin, and looked down at where her hands were stroking worshipfully over his abs. “What ..?”
    “You’re gorgeous,” she said.
    “No.” He shook his head. “Cat you’re incredible, I want to touch you.”
    That was only fair since she had been running her hands over him. “Yeah of course.” Grabbing the hem of her nighty she pulled it over her head and let the silky material pool on the sofa behind her. His eyes widened in shock, and she heard his breathing suddenly become ragged.
    “Are you alright?” She wound her arms around his neck, pulling his head down so that she could kiss him slowly, coaxing his tongue into a seductive game.
    Drawing closer to him, Cat couldn’t help the moan that escaped her as her pebbled nipples connected with the smooth skin of his chest, the sound causing him to smooth the palms of his hands up her sides until his thumbs brushed the side of her breasts. She broke the kiss, head falling back at the sensation of him softly caressing the sensitive skin of her sides. Another moan was drawn from her when he immediately followed her cue and pressed a series of kisses up her throat so as to suck on the edge of her jaw. She was wet between her thighs, the silk of her panties clinging to the bare skin beneath in a way that she had never experienced. Hans had been an incredible sexual being who had aroused her to the point of being mindless, but she had never felt on the verge of orgasm from just his hands on her back.
    “I don’t really know …” He whispered the words into the flesh of her throat.
    Even though he hadn’t let himself finish the sentence it wasn’t hard to