“You screamed my name.” My voice was husky. “Promised you would.”
She grinned. “I did.”
“Still think sex isn’t worth the effort?”
She pulled a face. “I think I need alotmore of it. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
I laughed. I slid my cock out a few inches, then thrust inside her again. Her eyelashes fluttered.
“Good, because this right here is mine. And baby, I’ll be taking it again soon.”
“Roger that,” she said breathlessly.
I stroked her jaw, then dropped a kiss to her swollen lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m starving.”
I laughed again. “Then I’d better feed you.”
CHAPTER 27
LARK
Ifelt warm, good, and deliciously achy.
And safe.
I opened my eyes. I knew instantly that it was still the middle of the night. I’d always had a good internal clock.
We’d forgotten to turn the bedside lamp off and it cast a golden glow around Bastian’s sexy bedroom. I turned my head on the pillow and my heart lodged firmly in my throat.
He was lying beside me. Asleep.
In his off mode, he wasn’t really more relaxed. He was still a force of nature and reminded me of a lion. In his element, knowing he was the most dangerous thing around. He was sprawled half on his stomach, one powerful arm curled around the pillow. His skin looked golden and his muscles touchable.
My belly clenched. I thought of the way those muscles had moved as he’d fucked me.
The bed was a mess. The sheets were half pulled off, the pillows askew.
We’d been wild.
After that first, heady time, we’d eaten and showered. Things had gotten heated again under the hot water. He dragged meback to the bed, wet and hungry, and then got his mouth on me. Everywhere. I’d been a trembling mess.
Then he slid that long, beautiful cock inside me again. He’d made me come two more times. The man was ruthless at everything he did.
Now, I wanted to touch him. I wanted free reign to drive him as crazy as he drove me.
As I watched, he rolled over onto his back, baring his chest and ridged abdomen.
Yum. His cock was currently soft against his muscular thigh. Need hit me hard and fast. There was no thinking, no rational thought, nothing except wanting my hands and mouth on him.
I shifted closer and pressed my mouth to his firm pec. I licked his skin, tasted the faint taste of salt. I dragged my tongue lower, moving down and over his hard abs.
I felt him wake with a clench of muscles. I wrapped my hand around his no-longer-soft cock. It hardened further in my hand.
“Christ, Lark.” His voice was low and throaty from sleep.
I moved, my cheek nuzzling his thigh, my gaze was on his pulsing erection. I licked it. I ran my tongue over the head, all around the tip, then down his hard length. I moved back up, opened my mouth, and sucked him between my lips.
