She untied his best neck cloth from around her waist and began unbuttoning the bronze uniform shirt she wore. As her creamy, light-brown skin was revealed, Need felt his shaft hardening in his flight leathers. Damnit—why did the girl have to be so fucking irresistible?
“All right,” he heard himself say. “I’ll stay to lend a hand if you need me.” Then he settled on the couch to watch her undress, well aware that he was doing something he really shouldn’t be doing. Not if his ultimate plan was to give the girl to another male.
And yet he watched anyway.
Lan’ara couldn’t believe she was doing this. Couldn’t believe she was performing a seductive striptease for the big Kindred who was watching her with lust in his half-lidded bronze eyes.
But what other way could she show him she wanted to stay with him—that she didn’t want to go and belong to Senator Pouncenblast after all?
All that day she’d been thinking about it—wishing that Need would keep her instead of selling her to the Senator. She supposed her earlier conversation with Laxah and Psoas had put it into her head but once the idea of staying with Need was there, it was difficult if not impossible to dislodge.
But maybe he doesn’t know I want to stay, she thought. Or maybe he needs to be convinced that I’m worth the forty thousand credits he spent for me.
Either way, she hoped to convey her feelings through her actions tonight.
She started by slowly pulling off the bronze shirtdress, which went so well with her creamy brown skin tones. Gradually, she revealed her full breasts tipped with their berry-dark nipples and then her pussy mound as well.
Her eyes never leaving Need’s, she dipped the cleansing cloth into the steaming bowl of water and began to slide the cloth slowly over her arms, feeling the tingling sensation of the cloth doing its job as it slid over her exposed flesh.
She heard him draw in a ragged breath when she washed the under-curves of her breasts, thrusting the nipples out so that he could see the beads of amber nectar beading on their tips. His breath grew even more ragged when she parted her thighs and ran the cleansing cloth over her pussy, which was becoming puffy and wet with desire.
Lan’ara felt confused and aroused at the same time. Was putting on a show for the big Kindred actually turning her on? She had only intended to try and convince him to keep her—not to make herself all hot and bothered. But somehow the intimate, erotic act of bathing herself while he watched was affecting both of them.
At last she could wait no more.
“My Lord,” she said softly to Need. “If you could just come wash my back? I find it very difficult to reach on my own.”
“I suppose I could help,” he growled and stood up to come to her. When he did, Lan’ara couldn’t help noticing the massive bulge in the front of his trousers. Yes, this was definitely affecting them both, she decided. It wasn’t just her imagination—the big Kindred wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“Thank you, my Lord,” she said and handed him the cloth. Then she turned and braced herself with both hands on the arm of the couch with her legs spread.
Lan’ara was well aware of the image she projected in this position. Bent over the couch as she was, with her legs spread, she must look more like a woman who expected her man to take her from behind than like a girl who simply wanted her back washed.
But she liked the provocative pose—liked the way her bare breasts hung down like ripe fruit and the way her pussy spread to reveal her slippery inner folds. She hoped that Need would like it too.
From the way he touched her, rubbing the cleansing cloth in long, smooth strokes from the nape of her neck all the way down to the tops of her buttocks, he did.
“So just your back, girl?” he murmured in her ear as he bent over her. “That’s all you need help with?”
“You…you could wash my breasts, my Lord,” Lan’ara murmured breathlessly. “The…the nipples especially seem to have gotten dirty again.”
“They’re just slippery with nectar.” His voice was a deep growl in her ear as he reached around to cup her bare breasts in his hands and roll the stiff nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Y-yes, my Lord,” Lan’ara stuttered as shivers of pure pleasure ran straight from her tight peaks to the soft place between her thighs. Gods, all night she’d been longing to have his hands on her, and now she was finally getting her wish. The hungry flower had opened inside her and Need was feeding it with every tug of her nipples—feeding the touch cravings that tormented her whenever she was in his presence.