Until the Sun Falls from the Sky(80)

He grinned, rolled me away and his hand went to the drawstring on my pajama bottoms.

“I’ve decided I want you to come while I’m feeding.” He said this like it was some sort of tender challenge.

I was okay with that. Way okay.

“Okay,” I whispered.

His grin spread into an arrogant smile.

He swept the covers aside and my bottoms and panties were gone in the blink of an eye. He pulled me over him, yanking my knees so I was astride him, open and bared.

I felt extreme discomfort at this exposure.

For about two seconds.

Then he was kissing me and his hand was between my legs.

This kiss was a ravenous duel, both of us taking which meant, weirdly, both of us giving.

Then I thought nothing at all and everything I felt was beautiful.

His mouth went to my neck. I felt his tongue as I registered my own mouth was tingling.

Then he was feeding and his fingers were inside me, his thumb manipulating me and it built fast. My heart started tripping, blood singing through my veins. My head tilted back to give him better access, my hips rocked into his hand demanding more of what he was giving me and all of it was good.

It built fast, it built huge, before it happened I knew it was going to be overwhelming.

But it wasn’t. It was consuming.

My climax was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was beyond beautiful. Better than even the night before, straight to life-altering.

I gasped then stopped breathing, my neck arching back, my hips grinding into his hand as it hit me in a wave of pure, perfect, toe-curling, breasts-swelling, moan-inducing bliss.

I felt his hand in my hair position my head but I didn’t know he watched until the pleasure slowly subsided and my eyes refocused.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze soft on my face.

Yes, there were definitely flaws in my plan.

So I didn’t have to look at his handsome face gazing at me with such rapt attention, I gave a gentle yank against his fingers in my hair. I didn’t try to escape but settled on top of him, my forehead in his neck as his hand carefully moved out from between my legs and both his arms circled me.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?”

Clearly, he wasn’t going to do me the favor of not calling me endearments.

I decided to let this go and nodded. I mean, the answer was obvious.

“Good,” he murmured as his arms grew tighter.

It occurred to me my body was exposed and I didn’t like it much about a nanosecond before he rolled me to my back, yanking the covers over the both of us.

He put his head in his hand, his elbow in the pillow and shifted his weight so it was resting against my side but he tangled his heavy legs with mine. I looked up at him as his other hand came up, fingers curling around my neck, thumb stroking against the now numb wound.

“What would you like to do today?” he asked quietly.

His eyes were both languid and alert, as if he liked what just happened but he needed to be prepared for whatever happened next. I thought this was strange but I was focused on his question.

Lucien was asking me what I wanted to do that day? Was this another test?

Clearly, I’d passed the last one but I didn’t want to try my luck. I’d always been terrible with tests.

“I’m not sure,” I answered. “What are my choices?”

His response was immediate. “Anything you want as long as it includes me.”

No man would do anything a woman wanted. He might say he would then you’d somehow end up drinking beer, eating hot wings and watching a game at a bar where the waitresses wore short-shorts and skintight tank tops.

“Um…” I thought about it, my eyes sliding to the side. I felt his body start moving so my eyes slid back to see he was silently laughing, his lips tilted up in an attractive smile. “What’s funny?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head, didn’t answer and still grinning, he repeated, “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know,” I answered.

“What’s the first thing that comes to mind?”

“Um…”

“Leah, think. The first thing.”

“Um…”

His voice dipped low, sultry and amused, an effective combination. “It isn’t hard, sweetheart.”

“Books,” I blurted and he blinked slowly.

“Books?”

“Yes, books,” I replied. “My stuff isn’t here yet and without a telephone or internet or a house to clean or a car and with Edwina gone, there wasn’t much to do yesterday. I don’t like TV, nothing’s ever on and whenever I sit in front of one I start eating like my stomach’s a bottomless pit so I need to go buy some books.”

His face changed. The amusement fled, it went blank and I wondered if this was an overshare. His eyes shifted away and stared unfocused at my pillow. This would have been all right except I saw close up a muscle jump in his cheek.