But Voodoo ignored her.
Leaned in and with the same gentleness, captured her bundle of nerves between his lips, and flicked gently against it with the tip of his tongue. She could feel that, but it was only when he shifted slightly so his tongue could glide along every inch of her that she realized she could feel it all. It was distant, almost unnoticeable if she wasn't paying such close attention, but she felt it, each stroke of his tongue, each suck of his mouth, and soon she was lost in the building sensations.
Even though she was expecting it, the orgasm caught her by surprise.
Maybe it was the intensity of it. She’d had orgasms before, but her ex-husband was always annoyed about it, said she was trying to take all the attention, and that when she came, he never did as hard as he liked. She’d come to hold herself back, fight against her pleasure, her body’s natural release.
Voodoo didn't let her do that, though.
He continued his delicious assault of her most intimate area, licking, nipping, sucking, not letting up until he’d dragged out every last drop of pleasure from her he could get.
Not even then did he stop.
He merely let her back slide down the wall until he had her lined up with the thick erection that seemed to be straining to get closer to her. In one smooth thrust, he was buried deep inside her. Indigo cried out at the intrusion, the quick sting as her body stretched to accommodate his more than impressive size.
That sting quickly morphed into pleasure, and she clung to Voodoo’s shoulders as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, not giving her time to think.
All she could do was feel.
Once again, his lips found hers, and he kissed her like she was the center of his entire universe. The second orgasm hit more powerfully than the first, exploding inside her with the same shimmery beauty that the bubbles floating all around her possessed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Voodoo murmured as he rested his forehead against hers.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered back. “Thank you for … all of this, for everything.”
For the first time in her life, she wasn't all alone. She had Voodoo, she had Delta Team, she had a family, connections, a place to belong, people who wanted to help her, not hurt her. She literally had everything her heart had ever desired, all her dreams had come true, and they were even better than she could have hoped for.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
February 19th
5:50 A.M.
“If we keep doing this without protection, we’re going to wind up with a little baby Voodoo,” Indigo said, her words turning into a moan as he grabbed her hips and lifted them off his bed to change the angle as he thrust into her hard and fast.
She was right about that, and yet Voodoo didn't have it in him to care.
Wasn't like he’d been sitting around desperate to have kids, but then again, he’d never thought he’d be able to open himself up to someone the way he had with Indigo, which meant he’d sort of thought becoming a dad was off the table.
Indigo made opening up easy. Natural. And one day, he’d love to have a half-Indy half-Voodoo little one running around.
“Why do I get the feeling you don’t mind that?” she asked, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, her breathing rough, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, stunning in the middle of sex.
“I don’t if you don’t. But if you're not ready, we can start usingcondoms, or we can get you some birth control, whatever you want, honey.” That was absolutely true, just because for the first time he was actually excited about the idea of welcoming a child into the world didn't mean he needed to do it this second. He could wait until Indigo was ready, and if she didn't want kids, he’d make his peace with that, too.
All he wanted was her happiness.
“I'm … not as against the idea as I thought I would be,” Indigo admitted. “Because I wouldn't be doing it alone.”
“Never alone,” he agreed, keeping his pace as he thrust deep, hitting a different spot inside her at this angle and making her moan all over again as her fingers clawed at the bedsheets.
Taking her that first time on Valentine’s Day in the bubble room he’d created for her without using protection hadn't been a conscious decision. He hadn't walked in there expecting things to take the turn they had, and once she told him she was ready to make love, his control had snapped, and that had been all he could think about.
Their gazes locked as he felt her internal muscles begin to quiver around him, telling him she was seconds away from coming. There was no way he was riding his release without her, so he held back his own pleasure and focused on his girl’s. Maintaining his hold on her hips with one hand, his other reached to touch her where their bodies were joined, taking her bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, and then tweaking it, and sending her flying over the edge.
Her screams filled the room as she came hard, clenching around him and setting off his own orgasm, which tore through him like a tornado, leaving no parts of his body, his mind, or his soul untouched.
