Page 63 of Desperate Victory
I came against the covers and my chest. But Adam was still pulsing away in me, his orgasm following mine. The heat of him filling me, everything I’d ever wanted and then we were collapsing together.
Filthy. Hot. Sweaty.
“That was almost too quick,” I muttered.
“Are you complaining?” The warning there dared me to take it further.
I mean, if he wanted me to, I could. Except… “No,” I whispered. “That was perfect.”
“Eh,” he grunted and I twisted to find him leaning over me and then his mouth was on mine. A hot bruising kiss he ended with a bite. Pushy bastard. “Not perfect, pretty close. But we have all night to figure it out…”
We had all night to…
Struck mute, I stared up at him as a slow smile crossed his face, even his eyes softened.
“Well, I finally found a way to shut you up that didn’t involve you choking on my dick.” He winked, then kissed me again before he wrapped his arms around me and just held me close.
I kind of wanted to argue, but he was right. I had nothing to say to that.
“Good boy,” Adam soothed and I shuddered all over again. “We need to clean up and then you’re going to teach me how to suck your cock the way you like it.”
Yep. I could do that.
He laughed again and I grinned. I really wasn’t going to argue against any of that.
Ever.
Chapter
Nineteen
LAINEY
The smell of coffee proved too tempting an allure to sleep through. Coupled with the sizzle of bacon from the kitchen area below, and my stomach was awake before the rest of me processed my eyes were open. The combination was a decadent tease for my senses. My body was one long, sensual ache and as I pushed myself up on my elbows, I got my first real look at the loft apartment.
The “bedroom” was upstairs. The absolute lack of walls seemed almost too exposed. Yet, the low railing overlooking the living area below with its warm wooden floors and rich colored furnishings promised a cozier welcome. Then that wall of windows gazing at the park was exquisite.
A king in his castle— No, not a king. Bodhi didn’t want to rule over everything and everyone. He just wanted information to identify our enemies and then use his skills to end them before they were a real threat. In his blood, Bodhi was every bit the knight his mother used to weave into her stories.
I had no memories of Isla. I don’t think I’d ever met her or if I had, it was when I was far too young to remember. Her influence on Bodhi made me think I would have liked her. Who was I kidding, I would have loved her.
Below, the scent of toast and eggs began to thread through the twin temptations of bacon and coffee. Savoring the ache, I rolled to the edge and slid out. My clothes from the night before were all hung neatly next to an open closet door. Bodhi’s clothes were folded over each other in a semi-neat, if disheveled, stack. I claimed the button down shirt and slid it on.
The whole apartment smelled like Bodhi to me. So did the shirt. Leaving it open I rolled up the sleeves before slipping into the bathroom. Once I’d dealt with emptying my bladder and washing my face, I finger combed out my hair. The rough and tumble of bed head seemed to give me large, poofy hair.
The effort to groom it didn’t do me any favors. But I was well and truly sated, I kind of liked the look, especially with my puffy lips and the hickeys drawing a heart around my left breast.
I wondered what it would take to mirror that with a tattoo. The desire to see Bodhi and have coffee hurried me along. I moved at a languid pace. My cunt was aching and stretched in all the right ways. My ass was a bit sore, not pained but definitely feeling his efforts. Glancing up, I grinned at the hook in the ceiling. It wasn’t the only hook present. There were a few and I’d spent half my night suspended over that bed.
A shudder rolled through me. Trapped with my vision muffled and then when he closed off my ears, I’d only been able to savor his scent, his touch, and his taste.
“I want to take all but one away,” he whispered against my ear, one hand cupping my cunt when we’d cuddled in bed in the earlier hours after he’d spent himself and purged whatever demons speaking to Hans had provoked. “Strip them all away until you know nothing but my touch. I want you to lose yourself to the only thing you can feel, experience, and know.”
He’d traced my earlobe with his tongue as those words sank under the haze of pleasure I floated on.
“Anything you want,” I whispered and he’d wrapped me up even tighter. The hand on my cunt flexed, one finger sliding into me like he needed to be a part of me. With his free hand, he spread it over one breast. Maybe I’d get his hand tattooed there instead of the hickeys… all of their hands.
That might take hours though.