Then he pulled his fingers free and lifted his hand to his mouth. I watched him lick his fingers and molten heat rushed through me.
Then he pulled back, tugging me with him. He lay flat on the couch, tugging me to straddle his chest.
“Come on, then,” he said like a dare.
I blinked.
“Straddle my head. Put that pussy on my mouth.”
My entire body flushed.
“Not afraid, are you?” he asked silkily.
My gaze narrowed. I dug my nails into his chest and undulated against his hard cock.
He groaned. That look on his face… I shifted, moving into my thighs either side of his head. Savage satisfaction filled his face.
He gripped my hips and jerked me forward.
“Bastian,” I cried out.
His mouth was on me. He ate me like he was starving.
Sensation ripped through me. I arched my back, one hand grabbing the back of the couch. His wicked mouth and tongue worked me. I thrashed against his lapping tongue, pleasure clawing at me. Heat formed a tight ball in my lower body, coiling tighter and tighter. He sucked my clit and my thighs tightened on his head.
I came.Hard.
My orgasm still rocking through, I could barely think or move. Then I was moving. He pushed me back on the leather, looming over me.
“You’re so pretty, Lark.” His gaze moved over my face. “I forget it sometimes because you’re so fierce.” His fingers reached out and stroked my cheekbone.
I reached for him. This time I wanted to touch him. I wanted to give him pleasure.
The ring of a cellphone cut through the moment.
He cursed. “You’ve got me fucking kidding me. Not again.” He paused, dragged in a breath, then grabbed his phone. He stabbed at the screen before putting it to his ear.
“What?” he barked.
My gaze shifted to his erection. I really wanted Bastian. I wanted him inside me.
“Can’t Marilyn deal with it?” An annoyed sound. “Fine. Tell him I’m on the way.”
My warm glow took a nosedive to lukewarm.
He ended the call, then stared at the ceiling for a moment. “The director of my Isis and Osiris show is freaking out. We’re only a few days away from opening. I need to check on him and talk him off a ledge.”
Disappointment twisted through me. “It’s fine.”
He ran a thumb over my lips. “No, it’s not, but that’s life when you run a casino. Why don’t you freshen up then come down and find me? We’ll have dinner somewhere in the casino.”
“I had pizza.”
“That was lunch.”
I glanced at the coffee table, the laptop, my research.
“A break might help,” he suggested.
