Miles chuckles as he crawls up my body, broad chest hovering over me as he props himself up on his elbows and presses his lips to mine. “Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Miles
At my declaration, Lucy purrs and hooks a finger in the waistband of my shorts, her nail scraping over my sensitive flesh. “Before we go any further, you should probably lose these.”
“With pleasure.”
Stretched out on the bed, naked before me in a sleepy-eyed haze of post-orgasm bliss, Lucy could ask for a stake in Triada and I’d probably give it to her if it meant spending just one more minute in this heart-shaped bed together.
I kiss her hard and deep, my tongue grazing hers before I bite down on her lower lip, pulling the plump flesh between my teeth. She whimpers, and I release her, rolling off the bed to search for my wallet. I typically carry condoms, and I’m sure I’ve got at least one, but it’s not like I planned for this to happen.
Yeah, because you’re every bit as oblivious as Lucy believes.
It’s the only explanation for the fact that I’ve never noticed her luscious curves before. Or the way her eyes light up when she’s amused and grow darker when she’s angry. And how the hell has it taken two years to uncover the sassy, snarky side of her personality that challenges me at every damn turn?
Doesn’t matter.
For the next week, we get to enjoy each other completely.
After all, what happens on the road stays on the road.
It’s the perfect arrangement.
I feel around in the dark for my wallet, finding it exactly where I left it on the bar. The dim light above the bed doesn’t extend to the far corners of the room, but I manage just fine, pulling two condoms from the leather trifold.
Thank Christ.
I make a mental note to stop at the pharmacy tomorrow, and then I strip off my shorts.
Lucy watches from the bed, head propped up on her hand, dark hair spilling over her shoulders in messy waves.
Her gaze is fixed on my cock, and she must like what she sees, because she licks her swollen lips.
Goddamn.
The things I could do to that mouth. If only she’d let me.
Who knows? Maybe she will. She clearly enjoyed oral sex.
Which means her lack of experience has nothing to do with modesty and everything to do with the selfish bastards she’s dated in the past.
My chest tightens, irritation taking hold. Lucy deserves a man who will worship her like the goddess she is, milking every last orgasm from her lush little body. Any man who doesn’t put her pleasure first sure as fuck doesn’t deserve her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
The corner of her mouth twitches. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“I was thinking about how damn sexy you looked when you were coming on my tongue.” I take my shaft in hand, wrapping my fist around the base so she can see exactly what she does to me. “And now I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours.”
Lucy’s breath hitches as I stalk toward the bed, stroking myself.
Maybe I should slow down. Let her set the pace. But fuck, I need to be inside her.
And judging by the ravenous look in her eyes, she wants that, too.
