He slipped his fingers inside, curling toward that sweet spot, making my hips jolt erratically.
“Holy shit,” I panted, writhing against his palm, my body melting into the bedding.
“That’s a good witch,” he whispered, his words brushing my clit, sending my body into another frenzied wave as pleasure coiled in the deepest parts of me.
His fingers, his tongue, Goddess it all feltincredible…
But I wanted more.
My core clenched, wishing his fingers werehim, hips bucking with abandon. The tension spun up and exploded out. It was as if I’d left my body, becoming a burst of red-hot passion, searing away every part of me until I floated down like ash on the wind and reclaimed my form.
I whimpered, numb with satisfaction, but ready to take things further. “Lynx, I need you. More.”
He smiled, his body radiating, making him all the more handsome.How beautiful it must be to see this every day.
“You have no idea how much I want that right now, Wicked, but your plus-one has other plans.” He climbed forward to give me a quick kiss on the cheek and then moved back, his eyes darting a minute to the wet spot next to me on the sheets.
My eyes widened. “Shit.”
“Damn,” he had a smug grin on his face as he thumbed his jaw. “You weren’t lying.”
I pulled the covers over myself, and he quickly grabbed them, pulling them back down. “Don’t you dare cover yourself up, Wicked,” he said, climbing back on top of me, his cock wedged against my leg, thick with want. He ran his hand over the wet spot, giving himself another self-impressed smirk that matched the not-so-angelic glow radiating from him. “There is no part of you that I adore less than the rest.”
“Even the leaky bits?” I shrugged with a small grimace.
The tip of his nose pressed against mine, giving me nowhere to look but into his breathtaking brown eyes. “Oh, Wicked, now that I know about that, I’ll be wildly offended if you aren’t a sopping mess when I finally get to fuck you.”
My whole body warmed and just as quickly chilled as he climbed off me and threw on a pair of gym shorts from his bag.
“Do you mind bringing him in here to me?” I pulled the pillow out from beneath my hips and tossed it to the ground, turning to my side. “I’d rather lay down. Someone tired me out.”
“Of course,” he said, pride filling his tone. “But only if you promise to take another nap afterward.”
“I promise,” I replied, sighing to myself, knowing full well if the opportunity presented itself I’d swap the nap out in a heartbeat for something much morewicked.
Chapter22
Oakley
Adisgusted hiss followed by a few coughs came from the other room. “Something lethal happened in that diaper.”
I cackled at Lynx’s expense, unable to stop myself.
The sound of their laughs, along with the attaching and reattaching of Velcro, filtered from the other room, followed by theswooshof the diaper being disposed of.
It was nice he was trying. Amazing, actually.
I could get used to this.
And that scared me most of all.
Temporary,I reminded myself.Casual.
Slipping out from under the sheets, I shuffled to the dresser, pulling on a nursing bra and stuffing it with a pair of cloth pads. Then I threw on an oversized Winter’s Revenge concert tee and boy shorts. When I turned around, Lynx was bopping along with Aspen, holding his hand between his fingers and swaying him back and forth. Wrangling my hair into a messy bun and securing it with a scrunchie, I grabbed my eye pencil and mascara, applying it quickly so I looked a little more alert. Then I walked over and took Aspen, kissing his button nose before resting him on my side. “Thanks. But you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know that,” Lynx said, lips pressing into a line as he eyed me curiously.
“How long was I out for?”
