God, I grabbed his overgrown hair. “War!”
“Say, it.”
“My clitoris, dammit!”
“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely.” Laughter rumbled free. He ran his tongue lightly over my throbbing bundle of nerves before sucking my flesh. I jerked, pushing my core into his mouth, needing that push. More rumbles of laugher. “My girl’s hungry. I must be doing something wrong, I think.”
“War,” I groaned.
How could I love him so damn much and want to kill him, too?
He put a palm on my pelvis, keeping me down, and flickered his tongue over my clit, circling it, once, twice, hauling me to the edge—my core tightened—then he drew my aching flesh into his mouth and sucked. Oh, God! I grabbed his hair, my legs sliding over his broad shoulders. He slid a finger into me, followed by another, and he pumped his hand, working my body, taking me higher and higher. His lips tightened in a pinch on my clit—
“War!” I cried out as my orgasm broke, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.
“I’m right here, baby.” He moved up and kissed me.
Breathing hard, I pushed him on his back. His eyebrow cocked.
“I still want my ride. Never got to do that.” I straddled him, moving my hips and rubbing my sensitive cleft along his rigid length.
“Hell—” he grunted, rough laughter escaping him, his expression darkening with unadulterated hunger. “You feel so damn good, Blue.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed his rock-hard shaft and lowered onto him, increment by increment. “And this?” I rasped, my own desire reigniting in a rush.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned.
“What a way to die.”
“True. But I’d rather have many decades with you first.”
My heart gave a little bump at his confession. Then I shut it all out as I moved on him…
* * *
Noon sunlight poured into the kitchen, and I sighed, enjoying its warmth from where I stood in the doorway, looking out at the yard. Dishes clinked behind me as War started the dishwasher after our late lunch.
“War?” I called out over my shoulder. “Whatever you do, when you work on the patio and entrainment area, please don’t kill the daisies.”
“I’ll try.” He came to stand near me. “But when they redo the tiling there—”
“Tell them to be careful.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have your sunny flowers.” A smile started, then faded, and he lapsed back into silence. He’d been a little on the quiet side today, nothing new, but something seemed off with him.
“What’s wrong?” I faced him.
His brow creased. “What?”
“What did Caleb say?” I knew he’d taken a call from his foster father earlier.
He exhaled and stepped outside onto the patio, the sunlight glinting off the caramel streaks in his brown hair. “It seems Justin will be indicted as an accomplice. But chances are since it’s his first offense and he’d tried to stop it, he might get a suspended sentence and serve a year or so.”
“How’s Caleb taking it?”
“He’s still angry and hurt.”
“I feel for Caleb. Justin deserves what he gets,” I retorted.
