“Wolfe called to give me shit,” he said, amusement in his voice.
“Yeah?”Turning, I peered up at him.
“Yeah.”
“So, it’s safe to say he knows I’m here?”
“He does.”
“Which means my brother probably knows I’m here.”
Lynx frowned, which made me laugh.
“Are you scared of Rhys?”
A snort came from the sexy man beside me.
I chuckled, my body warming.“Oh, wait.Lynx Caine isn’t afraid of anyone.”
He shifted, the movement forcing me onto my back.“Oh, I’m scared of someone.”
“Yeah?Who?”
“You.”
His mouth lowered to mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.“Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why’s that?”
His eyes met mine and I could tell he was contemplating saying something, but I had no idea what.However, nothing came out, but a seductive smirk tilted his lips.
Damn, the man had perfect lips.
In fact, he had perfect everything.Lips, eyes, hair, body.And his tongue.I wouldn’t even get started about that wicked tongue that had done delicious things to me.
My hand slid down his stomach, over the ridges of his abs, then lower.
“What’re you doin’, girl?”he asked, grinning at me from above.
“Who me?”I teased as my hand closed around his cock.
He had a perfect cock, too.Long, thick, and oh so hard right now.
Lynx’s eyes closed momentarily and he groaned low in his throat.It was a sexy sound, one I could listen to every day of my life and never tire of.
When he rolled onto his back, I continued to stroke him, watching the movement as I did.Peering up at his face, I watched him as he watched the action, too.
“Love that,” he whispered.“So fuckin’ much.”
“Yeah?”
I didn’t stop stroking him, certainly not when he covered my hand with his and assisted my movement, tightening my grip around his steely length.I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo inked over his heart.It was a flower.A lily, in fact, which made sense.His mother’s name was Lily.The script below read:Forever with me.Always in my heart.
As I continued to visually feast on his beauty, I noted the various other tattoos.There were so many, some of them hard to make out, but my eyes locked on one that was inked down his side.
My gaze darted up to Lynx’s face and I saw that he was watching me.I couldn’t seem to look away, my heart in my throat, even as I continued to stroke him slowly, leisurely.
