Wrecked.
I was wrecked.
Lord pulled out, climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom, and then slid back in beside me and wrapped me in his arms.
“We’re gonna be really fucking late, because I’m not leaving until I get a repeat performance,” he said, his breath tickling my ear.
I twisted in his arms so I was facing him, my head resting on his thickly muscled chest.
“Mmkay.”
After round two—Lord was a cuddler, who knew—he lifted my limp body off the bed and carried me to the bathroom. “Come on, we need to clean up, and then we gotta go.”
When he set me down, my legs barely worked. I was pretty sure my bones were some kind of liquid now. I was going to have to work on my stamina to be up to the test of this relationship.
My knees wobbled. Relationship?
Lord studied me as he reached into the shower and turned on the water. “Everything good?”
I nodded, my head bobbing like a moron.
“You sure?”
Apparently my amazing bobblehead action didn’t look too convincing.
“Just fine. Still recovering.” From whatever spell you’ve worked over me. But am I really recovering or slipping deeper? And then the man turned and stepped into the tub.
Fuck me.
That ass? It was sublime now that I had it up close and personal and in the light. I couldn’t stop my questing fingers from reaching out and cupping it.
Go ahead and laugh, but you would’ve done the same damn thing if you were faced with this kind of perfection.
Lord stilled, and he was probably staring down at my trespassing hand, but I didn’t even care.
He twisted toward me, and all of a sudden my hand wasn’t cupping his ass; it was connecting with his once-again hard, and still very perfect, cock.
“You’re killing me.”
Lord’s booming laughter filled the small bathroom. To the room in general he said, “You’d think she didn’t just have a handful of orgasms.” He grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on, you’re getting in the shower.”
“But—”
“My dick ain’t going anywhere,” he said. “Hell, with as much as I want to fuck you, you’ll probably be sick of the thing in a few days.”
I climbed into the shower, mumbling, “Unlikely,” as the steam hit my face and the water sluiced off my skin and hair. “I can’t help it that your body is ridiculous. It’s not even fair.”
Lord’s hands slid up my hips. “If it works for you, I’m sure not complaining.” He lowered his head and his lips—and then his teeth—skimmed along my ear lobe.
As he’d just said, it was like I hadn’t just had a handful of orgasms. My nipples puckered, and Lord didn’t miss them. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked my nipples before pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
A shameless moan broke free from my lips. I had no defenses against him. He was going to own my body, and from there it was only a short hop, skip, and a jump to more guarded parts.
When he released me, I slid to my knees, my hands gripping his thickly muscled thighs.
“You shouldn’t be going to your knees for me, woman. You shouldn’t be going to your knees for any man.”
His words threw me, but not before his hands gripped under my armpits and pulled me up. “But—”
“You want to suck my dick, you do it while you’re kneeling above me. I don’t ever want to see you on the ground on your knees.”
“But you did it for me,” I protested.
“Because you deserve to be worshipped.”
I released a harsh breath as tears sprang to my eyes. I blinked them back, still staring up at him.
Speechless. That’s what I was. Speechless.
“I don’t know why it surprises you so damn much. That’s your due. It’s what you deserve, and I’m sure as fuck gonna give it to you.”
I failed at blinking back the tears, because one tipped over the edge onto my cheek. I couldn’t even claim it was the water from the shower, because it beat against my back.
Lord lifted a hand, and caught it on his thumb. “I don’t like tears, and I really hate them on you. You’ve got nothing to cry about, sweet thing.”
I reached up and dashed away any remaining stragglers. “Sorry. I don’t know what that was. I just—” I sucked in a breath as I seemed to be running out of both air and words. “I just.”
“Hush, woman. No apologies. Let’s get you cleaned up. If you still want to suck my cock by the time we’re out of the shower, we’ll see about it then.”
My mouth instantly watered, and heat and moisture flooded between my legs.
“Hurry up,” was all I could think to say.
I wanted to kiss the cute little pout off her face. I couldn’t help it.
“I’ve never met a woman so put out that she didn’t get to suck dick. If I didn’t already want to tie you to my bed and never let you leave, you’d be straight fucked right now.”
She threw an angry glance at me from the passenger side of the ’Cuda where she had her arms crossed and pushing up those perfect tits. “What kind of guy doesn’t want a blow job? Seriously?”
“You ever heard anticipation makes things sweeter? I’ve already gotten so much fucking sweetness from you this morning, I want to save a little for later.”
Elle huffed and it just made me smile wider. We were headed to the appointment I had scheduled with a guy who had a collection of antiques I couldn’t pass up the chance to see. Might make me a pervert, but in this town, what he wanted to sell could actually turn a nice profit.