But as if she could sense my hesitation, she gave me a little squeeze. “Two more, Princess.”
“Your arms. They’re warm… strong.”
She let out a breathy chuckle at that, tickling the exposed skin of my neck and eliciting a whimper that surprised me. “Um, your breath.”
I could have said the blush creeping along my cheeks, but if it wasn’t already obvious to Leo, I didn’t want to point it out. It would only make it worse.
“Very good baby. You’re good at this. Now tell me three things you can hear.”
It was hard to hear much of anything through the pulse pounding in my ears. Though now, it had more to do with the hulking heartthrob in my bed than with any sense of panic.
Unable to conjure another answer, I threw it out. “My heartbeat.”
“Mhm…” she trailed her fingers over my arm, no doubt feeling the goosebumps she’d raised there.
Shaking my head, I tried hard to focus. “You know, that would have been helpful last round.”
“Oh, you want my help?” I could hear the smirk in her voice as she trailed her tongue down my neck before biting into my shoulder. I gasped at the sensation, bucking back against her. “There’s a sound.”
“Your voice.” I breathed before she returned her lips to my neck, her hand trailing over my hip.
“That’s not the sound I’m talking about.”
As another slipped past my lips, there was no saving my dignity. “My… whimper.”
“That’s right, baby.” The rumble of her voice sent a chill right through me. I couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t deny what my body was begging for. So I turned to face her, looping my leg over hers as I pulled her face closer, desperate to crush her lips against mine.
But before I could make contact, she stiffened her shoulders against my pull, a smug grin tugging at her lips. “Not so fast, sweetheart. We haven’t finished yet.”
“I don’t need to finish, I need?—”
“You need to do as you’re told. Let Daddy take care of you.”
“But—”
“Two things you can smell.”
“You…”
“Describe it.”
“Smokey. Hot.” There weren’t enough words to describe the depth of the smell, the clean patchouli and sandalwood of her cologne. I had been smelling it for weeks on the t-shirt I’d stolen from her in secret moments when no one would notice, but it paled in comparison to the real thing.
“What else?” She breathed, the warmth of her voice brushing over my already burning cheeks.
“I… I don’t know.” My head was completely fried looking into those golden-brown eyes, feeling her hand trail over my hip and toy with the edge of my t-shirt.
“Want some help?”
I nodded, biting my lip to hold back another moan as her hand slid beneath the t-shirt, pushed my panties to the side, and slid deep inside of me.
My eyes went wide as she dipped her fingers into me, curling hard against the walls of my entrance. “Oh my?—”
But just as I started to adjust to the pressure, she pulled her fingers away, holding the slick mess just beneath my nose. “Smell.”
Holding her gaze, I gave it a sniff. Normally, the idea of it would have revulsed me, but a lot had changed in the last few weeks. And when Major Callahan gave an order, I didn’t question it.
I was shocked to find that I actually enjoyed the scent — a bit musky, a bit tangy. But even more shocking was just how much of it coated her fingers after two short strokes. I didn’t realize I could get that wet that fast. I certainly never had before walking into this house.
