“Thanks.” I snagged clean clothes from the drawer he’d freed up for me and hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click.
Leaning against the sink, I stared at my reflection. My hair was tousled, my lips still slightly swollen from his kisses, and my eyes held a brightness I hadn’t seen in years. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly pleasured by someone who worshipped every inch of her body.
I looked happy. And that terrified me more than any corporate hitman ever could.
After a quick shower, I dressed in clean jeans and a soft flannel shirt. When I opened the bathroom door, steam billowing out around me, Dungar waited in the hallway, his clothes for the day draped precisely over one arm.
Our eyes met, and something electric crackled between us. The memory of his mouth on me, the way he’d taken me apart with such meticulous attention, flooded back with visceral intensity.
“All yours,” I said, stepping aside to let him pass.
Instead, he flung aside his clothing and moved forward, crowding me against the wall opposite the bathroom door. His large frame engulfed me, one hand bracing beside my head while the other settled on my hip.
“Dungar?”
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he said, his voice dropping to a rumble I felt in my bones. “About the sounds you made. The way you taste.”
Heat rushed through me, pooling low in my belly and between my thighs. “Oh?”
“I want more.” His thumb traced the waistband of my jeans. “But only if you do.”
In answer, I stretched up on my toes, latched onto his shoulders, and urged him down so I could kiss him.
The gentleness of the previous night evaporated, replaced by a hunger that stole my breath. His mouth claimed mine with delicious possessiveness, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made me moan. I felthis answering growl vibrate through his chest as he pressed me more firmly against the wall.
His hands slid under my thighs, and he stepped between my legs. Even through our clothes, I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my core. Damn, he was huge.
And something was vibrating. I was too gone already to ask what it might be.
“This okay?” he asked against my throat.
“More than okay.” I rolled my hips, grinding against him, and getting rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.
He spread my legs wider, the position aligning us perfectly, the ridge of his erection pressing exactly where I needed him.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, rocking his hips forward.
The friction was exquisite, the pressure building with each controlled thrust. I clutched his shoulders, my head falling back against the wall as he found a rhythm that had me gasping.
“That’s it,” he said, curling forward to trail kisses down my throat. “Let me hear you cry out your joy.”
His hands guided my hips, urging me to move with him, to chase the pleasure building between us. Despite the layers of fabric separating us, the hard press of him against my sensitive core, the controlled power in each roll of his hips, and the way he watched my face with rapt attention, sent me into an upward spiral.
“Dungar,” I breathed, tightening my legs around him. “I’m close.”
His movements grew stronger, one hand sliding up to cup my breast through my shirt. “Come for me, breela. Let me feel you.”
Like last night, the orcish endearment, spoken in that deep voice, pushed me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body shuddering against his as I cried out. He held me through it.
Before I’d fully recovered, his rhythm grew erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck. With a growl that vibrated through both of us, he shuddered, his forehead pressing to mine as he found his own release.
For several heartbeats, we stayed like that, breathless and entangled. His arms supported me, holding me against him.
“Well,” I finally said, a laugh bubbling up from my chest. “Good morning to you too.”
His answering chuckle rippled through my chest. “The best morning.”
He gently lowered me to the ground, keeping his hands on my waist until he was sure I was steady. The care in the gesture made something in my chest twist painfully.
