Page 90 of Retribution

He groans. “Again?”

“Can I talk you into it?” I murmur against his chest.

“Talking probably isn’t going to do it.”

Rolling on top of him, I straddle him. “Well,” I purr, flicking my tongue across the skin under his ear, “let’s see what else these lips can do.”

Lorcan grips my waist. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

“You do, do you, big guy?”

“All I heard was the word big. Go on.” His amusement is clear.

I slither along his chest. “I guess we’ll see how big those ideas are.”

“Bigger than average.”

“Your ego certainly is,” I say against his stomach.

“And other parts to match. A perfect set.”

A laugh escapes me.

“I love that sound.”

I glance up. “You do?”

“Yeah. Feels like I’ve won something when you laugh.” He threads his hands through my hair, spreading it across his stomach. “It’s so rare it’s like a prize.”

My heart thuds in my chest. “I like the idea of being a prize.”

“You are. To me.”

I crawl back up his body and push my lips against his. He meets my kiss and weaves his hands into my hair. Then we’re falling again, sinking deeper into each other. I’m already so far down, I’m not sure how I’ll see my way out.

Chapter Thirty

The shrieking alarms are deafening. I wake with my heart thumping in my chest, adrenaline rushing through me. Lorcan’s already out of bed, putting on his pants.

“What is that?” I ask.

“Alarm system. An intruder.”

“Could Finn have set it off by accident? Someone else?” I don’t want him to go downstairs. It’s 3:10 a.m. They might still be there.

“Have you heard it go off even once since you’ve been here?” Lorcan’s voice is impatient as he strides to the walk-in closet and parts his clothes.

Climbing out of bed, I yank on my shirt and pants to follow him. He’s unlocked a gun safe and is taking out guns, adding ammunition to pockets like we’re going into battle. “I want you to stay here.”

“If you’re going, I’m going.”

His worried gaze meets mine. “I don’t want you caught up in this.”

“If you stay, I’ll stay. If you go, I’m going.” I rub my thumb over the dimple that’s almost concealed by his goatee. “I don’t want you caught up in this either.” Same words, a different meaning.

He kisses my forehead. Then, he presses a gun and ammunition into my chest. “You understand how to use those?”

I glance at what I’m holding. “Yes.” Nothing unusual.