“I have?” He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically. “Please, enlighten me.”
“The mouth…the lips.” Sammi touched her own lips lightly with her fingertips. “A woman needs to be kissed to feel desired—and to feel desire, in turn. You’ve neglected that need.”
His frown deepened.
“You’re right, Samantha—I hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I could invent some kind of device to simulate—”
“Or you could just kiss me,” Sammi cut him off.
His eyes widened as he looked down at her.
“Kiss you?”
“Yes, kiss me,” Sammi repeated. “We’re already in the middle of this experiment and you don’t have time to develop a, uh, ‘kissing device’ right now,” she pointed out. “So you’ll have to do the best you can with what you have. You’ll have to do things manually, like you did today in the lab. Or in this case, orally.”
Roark’s pale eyes darkened and he pulled her suddenly into his arms.
“I suppose you’re right,” he murmured, bending down so that she could feel his warm breath against her lips. “I’ll have to do the best I can with what I have.”
And then he kissed her.
Twenty-Four
Shouldn’t have kissed her, Roark lectured himself as he walked back to his own suite. Shouldn’t have done it. You’re getting emotionally involved and things are going to get messy if you’re not careful! You’re getting in too deep, Roark.
But gods, her lips had been so soft and sweet! And she’d melted against him so willingly, giving herself to him completely as she opened her mouth to suck eagerly on his tongue.
Roark reminded himself again that he couldn’t give her what she wanted—what she needed. He couldn’t give her children and he couldn’t bond with her. He had failed with Amanda which surely meant he would fail with Samantha too, if he was foolish enough to try.
But though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t bring himself to regret the kiss…or stop himself from wanting to kiss her again.
Deep in his heart, which had turned to ice back when his old fiancée left, a flame was beginning to grow. And try as he might, Roark couldn’t quite bring himself to extinguish it…
Twenty-Five
The next week was a kind of exquisite torture for Sammi.
Every hour on the hour for at least twenty minutes at a time, she felt the nipple caps and clit shield come to life and tease her with pleasure. Sometimes the pleasure was so intense she wanted to scream. Sometimes, as when she was drifting off to sleep at night, the pleasure was gentle and almost soothing—a soft tongue lapping tenderly at her nipples and pussy like a lazy lover who just wanted to taste her without waking her.
She had intensely erotic dreams during this time—-all of them starring Roark—who would strap her to the padded table and touch and taste her everywhere but who would never let her come. She always woke up unfulfilled and longing for more—longing for Roark.
But unlike most people, Sammi’s waking life was as intensely erotic as her dreaming one.
Every morning when she came in to work, Roark greeted her with a long, sensual kiss. He then took her in the back room and ordered her to strip so that he could take off the nipple caps and clit shield in order to remove the bonding fruit ointment. Then he would test her levels of sexual desire and lubrication—which meant stroking deep in her pussy with his long fingers—before reapplying a new layer of ointment and replacing the caps and shield.
He sucked and lapped her nipples thoroughly every time he did this, though he still used the molecular wand on her pussy. But through it all, to Sammi’s intense frustration, he would never let her come.
The third morning he had her naked and spread out on the table and was about to use the wand to remove the ointment from her clit, she closed her legs and refused to let him in.
“No,” she said, glaring up at her boss-slash-Dom with a belligerent frown. “I don’t like that thing—it feels weird.”
Roark frowned at her sternly.
“Samantha, you know the only other way to remove the bonding fruit ointment is for me to lick you. Is that what you want?”
As a matter of fact, that was exactly what Samantha wanted. Though she’d never been comfortable with this act before, she was ready to try it again. Part of that was the fact that the constant “edging” Roark was subjecting her to was driving her crazy. And part of it was something Meg had told her about Kindred.
“It doesn’t matter what kind of Kindred they are, they all need to eat pussy,” she’d explained, while telling Sammi yet another naughty story about herself and Berik. “It’s some kind of biological thing. And I swear if you get them between your legs, you’ve got them—you know? They just can’t resist you after that. Why—do you know that Berik ended up proposing to me right after the first time he tasted my pussy?”