I threw a heated gaze over my shoulder at him.“Come inside me.Do it.”
Wrapping his arms tightly around me, Lucian coaxed me to sit harder each time.When his fingers grazed over my clitoris, I whispered his name.
Lucian growled as he came, every muscle locking up tight.His heart felt like a banging drum against my back as he held me in his iron grip.
Lucian might not be a fighter, but he was most certainly a lover.
I leaned back in his softening embrace.
In the quiet aftermath, he tenderly kissed my neck.“Have you decided if this is just a onetime thing?It’ll be better when we’re out of these chains and you’re on your knees.”
“Someone’s feeling cocky.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s just say that it’s not off the table.”
Chapter10
Aweight pinning my legs roused me out of my sleep.I blinked awake in the dim room and spotted Lucian draped over my lower half.
Purring.
From what I knew about Chitahs, they did that when comforting a loved one, so I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
After sex last night, we had skillfully maneuvered his T-shirt between our arms to ensure it stayed dry while we showered.Then we changed the sheets, which was a hilarious challenge because of the cuffs.Lucian’s dry humor made me laugh, and what could have been a nightmarish situation—being shackled to someone I barely knew—turned out to be an enjoyable experience.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to him caressing my thigh.Still in that dreamlike state, I pulled my panties down and climbed on top of him.The sexual energy between us was explosive from the start.I thought having sex would dampen those feelings, but all it did was intensify them.
In the morning light, Lucian rolled over with his hair sticking out in every direction and squinted up at me.“What time is it?”
“Time to get up, sleepyhead.”
He rubbed his eyes.“Do you want to check on your father?”
“I’d rather you live to see your next birthday.He might be old, but if you came tiptoeing down there with me at this hour, he might knock you out with an oxygen tank.”
“You’re an adult.”
I laughed softly.“And he’ll always be my father.That never changes.Can you scoot up?The chain is pulling my cuff.”
Lucian prowled across the bed with a wicked grin on his face.“Do you always wear that to bed?”
I took off my satin bonnet and set it on the table.“It protects my hair and keeps it nice.”
Lucian had worn his T-shirt and underwear to sleep, while I had on a nightie—one I could step into.I couldn’t put the strap over my left arm, but it stayed on just fine.After everything we’d been through, sleeping with my bonnet was the least of my concerns.We weren’t in a relationship, so I didn’t have to worry about what he might think.
When he kissed my neck, my pulse jumped.
“I need caffeine,” he grumbled.“Tell me you have coffee.”
“I need to pee.”
He looked over his shoulder at the bedroom.“Sorry about your shelf.”
“I’m deducting that from your payment.”
“No problem.”
