Page 132 of Blood that Burns

That makes sense. I’ve heard similar things from Law about Shante.

“She told me I can trust you,” I say, keeping my head straight.

“Well, duh. I could’ve told you that.”

I blow out a breath. “It’s always nice to be assured by others. Especially given the very sensitive information you have on Law.” Now I do peek at her out of the corner of my eye.

“What he did was a service to the greater good. I won’t betray him. It’s his truth to share when he’s ready. And he will be... soon.”

A weight lifts from my chest. Not only for her promise of silence, but that he’ll soon trust his brother. If he’s going to admit to anyone what he did, it’ll be to Julian first.

“We have a long journey ahead. All I want to do is shower and crawl into bed.”

She turns to look at me. “Where are you off to?”

“The West Coast.”

I’m panting so hard as Law runs his tongue up the inside of my leg, toying with me.

“Law,” I groan, hoping to convey that I’m losing my patience and want his tongue between my legs.

As soon as we got back to the hotel room, I shared everything Madame Solheim had said with Law. He asked a million questions that I wish I’d asked her and eventually, I grew tired and stalked toward the bathroom to shower, with Law hurling even more questions at me.

I didn’t even get my hair combed before he attacked me, practically throwing me onto my back on the bed. His mouth worked a path from just below my ear to the apex of my thighs, only to move onward, away from where I wanted him.

“Sunshine, don’t rush me,” he warns. “We have plenty of time. Our flight isn’t until eleven.”

“I need sleep,” I whine, placing my hand on top of his head and guiding it to my center.

When his tongue licks up my folds, I shudder, moaning out my satisfaction.

“Then maybe you should sleep,” he says, looking up at me so innocently, I almost wonder if he’s being sincere or just toying with me some more.

“Law,” I growl, and he chuckles against me.

The breath from his laugh tickles and tortures my most sensitive spot.

“Testy today,” he murmurs, finally getting back to the good stuff.

His tongue circles around my swollen clit as one finger runs through the moisture collecting under his ministrations. It feels so good.

He inserts one long finger inside of me and I buck at the pleasure it brings.

“Law... more.”

He adds a second finger. “What do you want, baby?”

“More,” I say, pushing his head back down. He obliges, running his tongue over my clit before adding his other hand and applying the pressure I need to climb toward orgasm.

His two fingers curl inside me and I cry out.

My body tightens with desire at his fingers’ expert work, while his mouth continues to work my clit. I push into him for the needed friction.

Pleasure rushes through me from all the sensations we’re creating together.

My orgasm builds and I tighten around his fingers. He works them faster, pumping into me until I’m falling over.

“Yes! God, yes,” I shout out.

I rock into his hand, drawing out the orgasm as Law’s fingers slow and he trails kisses down the inside of my thigh.

There’s a very real chance I’m going to fall asleep before he manages to move toward the top of the bed.

My body’s sated and the events of the day crash over me, making everything hazy and my body heavy with sleep.

“Close your eyes, sunshine,” Law instructs from somewhere close by.

My lids droop and I blink several times, but it’s no use.

Sleep pulls me under.