And now he was mine. All mine. I could have looked at him forever.
“That look just made my cock so fucking hard,” he murmured.
Lust, hot and urgent, swarmed my veins. I had less than six hours with him, and every second was a grain of sand falling through an hourglass. A painful lump lodged in my throat. If I left, would I ever see him again?
“What’s wrong, little scorpion?” he asked, his thumb tracing a line along my jaw. “You can tell me. You know you can trust mewith anything. You don’t have to carry your burdens alone. Let me carry them with you. Trust me tocarryyou.”
“I just can’t believe someone like you is mine,” I whispered.
If Sy were here, she’d be rolling her eyes, telling me to believe it already and calling me a dummy.
“Someone like me?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You mean smart, funny, and devastatingly handsome?”
“You’re above average, all right,” I conceded, forcing a playful tone.
He laughed.
“And my cock?” he murmured, his voice a low tease. “Don’t you girls ever compare?”
“I don’t do that,” I said, a flicker of old defensiveness surfacing. “I never liked dick jokes. When I was Little Bob, there was a rumor. They said I had a tiny one and laughed behind my back.”
“You don’t need to worry about that anymore.” He chuckled. “I can testify that you don’t have a cock at all. Just the tightest, hottest cunt.”
The crude words sent a jolt of pure heat through me. Before I knew it, my hands were fumbling with his sweater.
Then I gave up on the fabric and dropped to the buttons of his trousers, my fingers working frantically. I was a go-getter, always had been, and I knew exactly what I wanted.
“And I want to make sure your cock misses me,” I purred, my voice husky.
“How about I make it easy for my woman?” he asked, darkly amused laughter dancing in his eyes at my impatience.
He snapped his fingers. In an instant, our clothes were gone. I was straddling him, the thick tip of his cock pressing insistently against my heat. I fought the immediate, primal urge to rub myself along his length and guide him inside. I needed to feelhim penetrate my molten core, over and over. But I held back. I wanted my man to take the lead. I wanted him to serve me first.
There was a reason why a slow burn lasted longer, and with so little time left, though he didn’t know that, I wanted to savor every second, to memorize the map of him.
He watched me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips before he lowered his head. His mouth traced a path along my jaw, then down the column of my neck, each kiss leaving a trail of shivering pleasure in its wake. When his lips found the frantic pulse at the base of my throat, I arched into his touch at the sensation, my hands skimming the hard planes of his back, claiming the feel of him as my own personal territory.
“Do I make you tremble, little scorpion?” he purred against my skin.
“Work harder and talk less,” I breathed, needing to keep the tone light, to make our last moments a shield against the dread tightening my chest. I was committing every sensation to memory, stockpiling this touch, this scent, this sound, which would keep me going and make me brave in the coming desolate days.
He let out a low chuckle as he cupped my breast, not gently but not too hard either. Just the way I liked. Then he dipped his head and plucked my tit into his mouth, sucking it so hard that I kicked my legs.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“There’s always room for improvement.”
He arched a brow, a challenge sparking in his eyes. “Is that so?”
“You can do it again,” I offered, my voice a breathy concession. “Just like that.”
He twirled his tongue around my nipple, lapping it back and forth before his fangs grazed the sensitive peak. I moanedshamelessly, my fingers tangled in his thick mane, twisting a handful of locks and gripping them to anchor myself. The pleasure made me dizzy.
His lips left my nipple, blazing a trail down my stomach. I knew where this was going, and I looked forward to it. But first, he needed to be fair.
“You forgot to take care of my right boob,” I reminded him. “It’s feeling left out.”
