And I gather more of it up in my fingers, stroking her pussy before I raise my fingers to her lips. “Lick, Stasi. Taste what you fucking do to me.”
Her cheeks flood with scarlet, but she leans forward, her lips rounding as she tentatively licks my fingers. Slowly, giving her time to pull away, I push them into her mouth. “Suck, baby.”
The hot, sucking sounds shoot straight to my dick. I gather up more, feeding it to her, and something hot swoops low in my stomach as she takes it from my fingers, her eyes on mine as she takes everything that I give her.
“You like that.” My voice rumbles with satisfaction when she nods. “You like the taste of cum, Stasi?”
She licks her lips. “Maybe.”
“Good,” I say. She gasps when I line myself up, sliding back into her heat with a low groan. “Because I’m looking forward to feeding you again.”
38 – Stasi
When I wake up the next morning, I am very muchnotalone in the bed.
Kit is wrapped around me, his chest hot against my back. When I stir, his arms tighten, a vague noise of complaint falling from his throat. Even his leg is entangled between mine, his knee brushing against my pussy.
Which is… sore.
I flush with sudden memory, and then I’m turned.
“Morning,” Kit whispers. His throat sounds gruff, rough with sleep and something deeper. His eyes travel down unashamedly. “I want you again.”
He says it with the confidence of a man who took what he wanted several times last night. Four, in fact.
He leans in to kiss me, careful to keep to the side of my mouth, before he travels down with his lips.
“Kit,” I grumble, pushing at his shoulders. His raven hair is messy and adorable when he pops back up.
He gives me a smile that belongs firmly in the bedroom category. “I just want to say good morning.”
“Well, my face is up h–oh.”
He disappears beneath the covers, and my eyes roll as a hot insistent tongue presses against me. Hands slide beneath my hips, holding me up, and a needy sound slips from my mouth when his lips wrap around my clit, sucking in hot pulses of electric fire that ripple up my spine.
And then he stops. I stare at him, mildly aghast when his head pops back up.
And hewinks.
Kit Tate should not be allowed to wink. On anyone else, it might be cute. But it’s devastating on him.
“I’m sorry,” he says smoothly. “You were saying?”
I reach blindly for the pillow, smacking him with it. “Get down there and finish what you started.”
His dimple flashes. “As my lady commands.”
He disappears again, and my laugh is replaced with a moan as he sinks inside me, his fingers dancing across my pussy like I’m the piano he loves so much.
I tell him as much on our way to breakfast, and his grin is unapologetic. “I think I have a new favorite instrument. I intend to play itoften.”
I’m biting my cheek, trying to hide my smile when he pushes the door open. And I walk straight into his back. “Ow.”
“Sorry.” He tugs me around and in front of him. Enough for me to see Silas and Rafe sat at the table, confusion on their faces.
“What’s the matter?” I ask. And then I notice the empty table. “Where’s Ellen?”
“We just got here.” Silas frowns down at his empty plate. “I hope she’s alright.”
