“Michael,” I mumbled back.
“Michael.”
It was quiet but I heard it, and my heart picked up pace. So did her tongue, until I broke free for a moment.
“You okay with this?” Even though she’d started it, I needed to make sure. She’d been through a lot of shit today.
Widening her eyes at me, she whispered, “More.”
I turned off the water and grabbed the towel off the rack, bundled Lynx, and carried her to the bed, my body dripping all the way. At least I remembered to toss back the covers before I spread her out on the bed.
Hovering over her, I ran my hand down her side, taking my time, allowing my fingers to tease her nipples and then adventure lower, running across her core before dipping inside her. She moaned, and I felt the sound all the way to my toes.
“Please,” she begged, and I obliged, sinking deep inside my woman.
Rocking gently at first, we took our time, stretching out our satisfaction, taking pleasure in every movement. Until Lynx hooked her leg around my hip and dug her foot into my ass, and I couldn’t control it anymore. I went faster, diving deep, the sound of our bodies slapping reverberating around the room until we both fell over the cliff.
Lynx went first, and I followed fast.
Afterward, we both lay there quietly, touching each other, holding each other tight until we fell asleep as the sun rose higher in the sky.
IT WASmid-afternoon before I finally woke up and rolled over, finding Lynx’s sleepy gaze on me.
“Hey,” I said, my voice heavy with sleep and tension from the long, stress-filled night.
Lynx smiled and placed a kiss on my naked chest, her lips lingering. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Tipping her chin up with my finger, I said, “No way. It’s all me deserving you. I must have made the gods happy.” When she broke free of my stare and buried her face in my chest again, I asked, “You okay? Want to talk?”
She shook her head against me.
“No, you’re not okay, or no, you don’t want to talk?”
“I think I’m okay.” Her lips tickled my chest as she spoke. “But I don’t want to talk. I sort of feel like it’s time to put this all behind me.”
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I decided to let it go. She’d talk and deal with this when she was ready. “Hungry?”
“Thirsty.”
“Make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be back. You want juice? It might be afternoon, but it’s breakfast time for me.”
“And coffee.” A smile spread across her face as she settled back into the pillows.
“No prob.”
I slipped out of bed and walked buck naked to the kitchen, made coffee, poured juice, and was back with a tray in hand. When I set the tray down, I caught sight of my jeans on the dresser and remembered what the hell I did the day before—before all the bullshit.
Snatching them up quickly, I shoved my hand in the pocket.
Score.
Lynx eyed me from across the room, watching every move I made.
“Have some coffee,” I told her. “It’s getting cold.”
She shook her head, her eyes fixed on my hand, now holding a small black box.
“You want this?” I winked, teasing her. “Do you know what it is?”
