He moaned. She turned.
“Morning,” she said, smiling. Fuck, she looked so sexy and sated—a well-fucked woman. He was the first guy to put that look on her face. Him. Life surged into his cock, an almost desperate need to fuck her again.
“Are you okay?” She angled her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she eyed him. He wanted to fist that hair, curl it around his hand and tug until her mouth was open to his.
“Yeah,” he lied.
What the fuck is this girl doing to me?
She tugged on the collar of his shirt. “I forgot pajamas. I found this in your closet. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mind? Hell no, he didn’t mind. If he had his way, he’d rip every pair of pajamas she owned to shreds, just to see her in his clothes. Jesus, she was perfect, and he wanted more, wanted her to surrender to him completely so he could give her everything she’d ever wanted…ever needed.
She pointed to the coffee pot. “Grab yourself a cup.” Forcing his legs to work, he walked past her, reached into the cupboard, and pulled out a mug. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.
“Starved.” He stepped up behind her to place a soft kiss on her neck. He set the mug down, and gripped her hips. His hands spanned her waist as she trembled. “But not for pancakes.”
“Oh,” she whispered, going up on her toes as he pressed his cock into the small of her back. She wiggled slightly, and his body grew tight with the memories of the ways he’d taken her. “After last night I didn’t think…”
“Didn’t think what?” he growled into her hair.
“That you’d still be…you know.”
He laughed. “No, I don’t know.”
She spun to face him, and his breath caught as her hair flared around her face. Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. She tipped her nose up, one hand on her hip. “You just want me to say it don’t you?”
He tried for sober but couldn’t keep the grin from his face. He felt like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when he was with her. “I don’t live in your head, Lauren. I have no idea what it is you didn’t think I’d be.”
“Horny,” she blurted out, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “I didn’t think you’d be horny.”
No longer able to hold it in, he laughed. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“You’re going to pay for that.” She reached for the spatula, holding it up like she was going to whack him with it. He jumped back and held his hands up.
“Okay, I confess. I did want to hear you say it.” He stepped back into her and pushed a knee between her legs to widen them. Leaning in, he drew in her sweet scent, tossed her spatula away and brushed his lips over hers. “And now I want to fuck you.”
Her hot hands went to his chest and her lips parted, heat flushing her cheeks. He put his hand between her legs, and brushed her sex through her lace panties, needing to make sure she could handle what he was offering after taking her hard last night. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
Her hips moved, and his finger slid along the seam of her sex. He pulled her panties to the side, and dipped into her sweet pussy. Jesus Christ. She was so fucking wet. His arousal sharpened as he ran her moisture over her clit. He growled. She moaned.
“Do you want me again?”
She wet her bottom lip, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Yes.”
He gripped her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She blinked and pointed to the burner. “But the pancakes—”
“Fuck the pancakes.”
She angled her head, a sexy grin playing on her mouth. “I’d rather fuck you.”
His cock jumped. Shit, if she kept saying things like that he was going to lose it. “That’s a filthy little mouth you’ve got there,” he said.
“That’s because I have a good—or rather, bad—teacher.”
“Well, maybe that teacher should put something in that sweet mouth of yours to stop you from saying things that are going to make him forget he’s a gentleman.”
“Will that be before or after you fuck me hard?”
Christ…
His cock throbbed against his zipper as he positioned her on the counter. She widened her legs, granting him entrance.
He tapped her outer thighs. “Lift.”
She braced her hands on the counter to push herself up, and he dragged her panties from her hips, practically ripping them from her body. He stepped back into her, forcing her legs open.
“Mine,” he murmured, focusing in on her sex.
Looking powerful and powerless at the same time, Lauren palmed his chest. Linc placed his hands on her thighs, the look in her eyes intensifying as he dragged his fingers over her soft flesh, going higher and higher until he found the spot he craved the most. His thumb circled her nub, slicking over her wetness. She moaned, and grabby hands snaked around his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his. He pushed a finger in her and drew in a quick breath as she clenched around him.