I lean back on my hands again, deciding to go with it. He puts a finger inside of me, then two, curling them as he pushes them in and out, all while he continues to rub his tongue against me.
I see stars a moment before everything snaps. And when it does, I don’t hold back anymore. I moan uncontrollably as I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, grinding against his face. The pleasure is so good I don’t know which way is up anymore. I’m simply floating.
“Fuck,” I say breathlessly as he continues to lick my center, and the waves of pleasure slow down to faint pulses. My legs twitch and clench around him as he licks me one last time, the spot now incredibly sensitive in the wake of the release.
He puts my now ruined undergarments back in place, kisses the insides of my thighs slowly, then lifts my dress off his head. His cheeks look flushed as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, and then he grins and takes a deep breath.
He sits back on his ankles, still positioned between my legs, and looks up at me through his lashes.
“Sorry,” he says, shrugging. “You’re a terrible actress. I had to make it believable.”
I laugh and push his solid shoulder. He doesn’t budge as he flashes a teasing smile at me.
“You’re not sorry,” I say softly, batting my eyelashes at him. “You’ve been dying to do that. Just admit it.”
He chuckles and looks down for a moment, then shifts forward on his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. He places a soft kiss on the swells of both of my breasts just above the fabric.
My body ignites all over again. I wrap my arms around his neck, resting them gently on his shoulders.
“That is a very small taste of what I’ve been dying to do to you, love.”
I press my mouth to his gently. Several moments pass as we breathe each other in, lazily exploring each other’s mouths. I can taste myself on him, but that only turns me on more, knowing what he did to me, knowing that it turned him on just as much.
“I like when you call me that,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Good.”
He presses another kiss against my lips.
“Do you think we should try to sneak out of here now?” I whisper.
He looks like he wants to do anything but that as he ignores my question and gently plays with the strings that tie between my breasts. “I guess,” he finally says, leaning his forehead against my chest. “Can’t I just stay here though?” he mumbles.
I take a moment to play with his soft, wild brown hair, then release a sigh. “No. We can’t.”
Finally, he pulls back and rises to his feet. He stands over me—tall, strong, and confident—then takes my hands and helps me up. I want to remember the way he’s looking at me forever. I don’t know everything he’s thinking, exactly, but that’s okay. His eyes tell me enough. “Let me check. Wait here.”
He slowly peeks his head out the curtain, then completely disappears for a moment. I don’t like it. It’s a moment too long, so I go after him.
We almost bump into each other as I go to pull the curtain back at the same time he does from the other side.
“All clear,” he says. His no-bullshit expression back in place.
We make our way down the stairs and out the front exit this time, increasingly aware of all our surroundings. Unfortunately, that means I saw more than my fair share of naked bodies doing all kinds of things. There was thrusting, slapping, and objects being put in places I’d rather unsee. A few female gazes lingered on Daegan as we walked through, but that wasn’t out of suspicion. He’s just hot.
I’d like to not think about what’s been done in the room Daegan and I came from, but it’s hard not to imagine with all of this going on. Hopefully I can get a bath tonight.
Emerging outside onto the dark streets, we realize it’s nighttime already. Not a single guard is in sight, but we travel carefully through alleys until we reach our horse again, then head back to the inn. We narrowly avoid two more sets of guards on the way who appear to still be searching, but we make it back to the inn unnoticed.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Raef is waiting for us in the dining area as soon as we return.
“Pleasure house,” I answer.
His mouth drops. “And you didn’t invite me?”
“Why the fuck would we invite you?” Daegan asks.
“Like that time when we were y—”
