But this was for her.
Rising, I gripped her hips and lifted her off the stool. She gasped, and then I set her on the kitchen counter, shoving the shirt out of my way.
I bared her pretty, pink pussy. “So pretty, little bird. I bet it tastes good, too.”
She made a choked sound.
I also saw the white bandage on her side. I took a second to press my lips over it gently. Her lips parted. Then I pushed her back until she was flat on the countertop. I shoved her thighs apart and pressed my mouth to her.
Taking my time, I licked and sucked. She writhed for me, her husky cries filling the kitchen. I pressed my palm to her belly to hold her still. I slid a finger inside her tight warmth. She was tight as hell. My erection throbbed, hard and painful. I dug deep for some control. I’d promised to make her come.
“Wider, Lark.”
She did as I asked, and this time, I slid two fingers inside her as my tongue still lapped at her. Her breaths were just broken pants.
Sliding my fingers in a faster rhythm, my mouth found her swollen clit. I sucked.
Her body arched and she came on a choked scream. Then she was gasping out my name.
For the first time in years, I almost came in my pants.
She lay there, breathing hard. I kissed her thigh and she jolted.
I looked at her, into her shining eyes. She’d never looked prettier.
“Still curious?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Still think sex isn’t worth it?”
“I need more data to decide,” she said breathlessly.
“Good.” I lowered my head again, running my nose up her thigh.
My cellphone rang and I cursed.
I slid my hands up and gripped her hips, then pulled in a breath. “That’s the ringtone for my head of security. I have to take this.”
CHAPTER 15
LARK
Holy. Cow.
My body was still humming as Bastian pulled away.
I watched him grab his cellphone. His body was taut, his face set in hard lines and… My gaze dropped. He had a hell of an impressive erection filling out the front of the silky, navy-blue pants.
I licked my lips and stared at the ceiling. I could still taste him on my lips. I wasn’t sure I could move.
That had been…an education.
I’d found sex pleasant enough, if not worth all the fuss. An orgasm had always been a pleasurable pop of release. I’d made myself come in various ways, and always did a better job than my few sexual encounters.
What Bastian had just done to me made everything else pale in comparison.
I sat up, smoothing the shirt down to cover my thighs. I wasn’t sure I could walk yet.
