Page 22 of Deceitful Oath
She strokes my hair, praising me for listening so well, and my cock twitches. Without any sense of urgency, she spreads her legs and leans back on her elbows. I shuffle forward on my knees, sliding my hands over her silky thighs.
Her moan spurs me on, and I trail light kisses across them. Her fingers curl into my hair, pulling me closer. My lips hover over her pussy, my hot, ragged breath making her squirm. I breathe her in and my mouth waters.
I lose all control, unable to follow her unhurried pace anymore. She gasps as my face sinks between her thighs. Moving like a madman, I lick and tease her, swirling my tongue around her most sensitive spots. I slip a finger inside her, then another, and my cock jumps impatiently.
Her breath is coming hard and fast, her hips bucking wildly. I rip my face away, and she protests, trying to pull me back.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, pushing her higher onto the bed. “It’s a matter of life and death right now.”
Her surprised laugh turns into a deep moan as I sink into her. I go still, savoring the moment, the feeling of her clenching and gripping me. She pouts and bucks her hips, making me smile.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, pulling out and sinking back in harder. She gasps, nodding her head, her wild golden hair fanning out across the pillow. I commit the image to memory and repeat the movement, thrusting myself in deeper.
Her moans mix with mine as we find a steady rhythm. She meets each of my thrusts until we’re both riding the same wave of pleasure, searching for release. She lets go first, her legs shaking, her hands clawing at my back.
When she arches up and bites down on my shoulder, nearly breaking the skin, I explode inside of her. Stars cloud my vision,my body buzzing with electricity. She falls back on the bed, breathing heavily.
I gaze down at her face for a second. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips curved into a satisfied smile, and her thick, dark lashes are resting on her cheeks.
Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Helen of Troy—everyone got it wrong. Lux Davis is the most beautiful woman in the world.
It’s going to be such a shame to kill her.
Chapter Eight
Lux
I wake up to Dominic’s hot chocolate eyes gazing down at me.
His dark hair is tousled, a thin ray of sunshine illuminating him from behind. It casts a warm glow across his golden skin, as well as his strong, broad shoulders and thick arms. I note a smattering of hair across his granite-like chest.
I pull the covers up to my eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden.Who was I last night?
I’ve never taken control in the bedroom like that, but with him, it felt right. He chuckles at my shyness, trying to pull the blanket back.
When he leans in and kisses me, deep and hard, I forget everything and wrap my arms around his neck. I breathe in the rich, smoky scent of him, sliding my hand down the hard planes of his back.
“Morning,” he whispers into my neck. His hand is already tracing the curves of my waist, gliding down my hips, curlingover one thigh. I moan, sparks shooting through me, and spread my thighs further for him.
He trails kisses down my collarbone as his hand slips between my legs, circling the wetness. I arch, whispering his name, needing him again. His breath is hot against my skin, sending swirls of desire through my belly.
I’m so focused on my pleasure that I barely hear my phone ringing in my purse. Suddenly, I connect the sound with the meaning and spring forward, pushing him away.
“Shit!” I cry, climbing out of bed and searching for my purse. “What time is it?”
Dominic rolls over, glancing at his watch. “Just after six.”
“Oh no, no, no.” I start madly pulling on my clothes, hopping on one foot, my sock twisted.
“It’s early,” he says with a sleepy smile. “Come back to bed.”
“I’m late for work!”
I manage to get myself dressed and climb across the bed to give him a deep, lingering kiss. He tries to pull me down, seduce me back into those silky sheets, but I pull back.
“When can I see you again?” He leans up on his elbow, and goddamn, he looks beautiful. “Better yet, call in sick and let me take you out for breakfast.”
I consider the invitation, wanting so badly to ditch my responsibilities and spend the day with him. All my current problems and money woes come flooding in, bringing me back to reality.