“Is that a serious offer?”
The sleep falls away from his expression. “Yeah. If you want me to come with for moral support, I will. It’s not a big deal. Are you forgetting that I’ve already met them?”
That’s true.
But still…
After giving it a moment of consideration, I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to put you in that kind of position.”
He reaches out and slowly strokes his fingers along the curve of my jaw. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to go.”
When I raise a brow, he smirks and amends the statement. “What I meant is that I want to be there for you.”
When his hand slides upward, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and press my cheek against the warmth of his palm. Whatever this is between us feels like it’s moving at the speed of light.
“Okay.”
He nods. “Good. Then it’s settled.”
Before I can say anything else, he slips his arms around my body and flips me over so that my back is pressed flat against the mattress as he looms over me. My heart picks up its tempo, pounding into overdrive as I stare at him with wide eyes.
“And we can move on to more pressing matters.”
I swallow thickly as my mouth turns cottony. “More pressing matters?”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Yup.”
There’s a brush of metal as he presses a kiss against my lips. Just as I open my mouth so that our tongues can tangle, he dips lower, trailing hot kisses along my jaw before sweeping over the hollow of my neck. The pulse flutters as he sucks the delicate flesh into his mouth. Pleasure ricochets through my body as I groan, baring more for him.
Instead of taking advantage of the offering, he continues to slip lower, grazing over my collarbone before nipping and licking his way to my breasts. He draws one stiff little peak into his mouth before giving the same treatment to the other side. I shiver with need each time the piercing drags across my flesh.
“I fucking love your tits,” he mutters, almost as if he’s talking more to himself than me.
He nips at the undersides before drifting further along my body and past my ribcage before arriving at the indent of my belly button. Just when I don’t think I can stand another moment of this sweet torture, he shoulders his way between my legs, pushing them apart before flicking his gaze upward.
“Eating your pussy just so happens to be one of those pressing matters.”
Even though he kept me up most of the night, forcing several orgasms from me, my body is already trembling with need.
His gaze drops to my core.
An appreciative gleam enters his eyes as a smirk curves his lips. “Mmm, so creamy. I love how greedy you are.”
Under normal circumstances, having something like that pointed out would embarrass the hell out of me, but at the moment, I don’t give a damn if he sees all the wetness glistening on my lips. The more he talks, the more arousal floods my pussy.
And just like last night, it’s a revelation of sorts.
When I writhe beneath him, eager for his touch, both hands settle on my inner thighs to pin me in place. His thumbs massage the delicate flesh, pulling my lips apart until he can see every pink inch. I’m much too aroused to be embarrassed by his intense scrutiny. All I want is for him to touch me with his tongue and lips. I want to feel the cool metal of his ring scraping across my skin.
“Hmmm. I should check to make sure you’re ready.”
He swirls one thick finger around the plush opening. Instead of dipping inside, he continues his lazy strokes until my body is a tightly wound ball of pent-up agitation. I spread my legs further, arching off the mattress, silently begging for more.
“So impatient.” He taps my clit with the tips of his fingers.
It’s just enough to get my attention and my eyes widen. I gasp as a strange mixture of pleasure-infused pain explodes inside me. That’s all it takes for my pussy to flood with more arousal. By the low chuckle that slides from his lips, he understands the effect the little slap had.
“You like that, don’t you?”
When he strikes me for a second time, I nearly come off the bed. I press a hand over my mouth to keep the scream buried deep inside. I have no idea if Sasha is here at the apartment, but I don’t want to find out by having her bang on my door to see if I’m all right.
“He never understood what he had, did he?” Crosby growls.
There’s no need to ask who he’s talking about.
“But I do, and I’m not going to let you get away.” He glances up at me. “Understand?”
My lower lip catches on my teeth. I’m too far gone to dwell on what he’s saying. The best I can do is tuck the words away to pull out at a later time.