The Price (House of Sin #5) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,41
the aftershocks echoed through me, groaning at the way she continued to rock up against me, rubbing my cock so deep inside her. Just when I thought it was over, her sweet little pussy contracted around me again, and she trembled through another small orgasm beneath me. And just knowing she was coming again set off a second firestorm inside me, one that erupted in my balls and milked me of every last drop of pleasure.
“Santo Dio,” I breathed against her chest, unable to get up, to move, to do anything but breathe. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
“Me?” She chuckled and ran her fingers through my hair. “I think that was all you. And wow. I’m not sure I can walk after that.”
I pushed up on one hand and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her lips plump, her damp hair wild and tangled around her pretty face. And her eyes were glazed and sated and staring at me as if I were a god.
“Two?” Her lips curled. “Did you have two there?”
“I-I think so.” My brain still wasn’t working right. I only knew whatever that was, I wanted to do it again.
Her grin widened, then she bit her lip, pushed up on her elbows, and kissed me. “Mm. That’s so hot. I’m going to make you come twice as hard next time—both times. But first, we really need food.”
I knew she was right. But as I groaned and pushed off her, I already missed her slick, tight heat.
Tucking myself back in my sweats, I watched as she sat up and pulled her T-shirt down, hiding that sexy place between her legs. It hit me then that I hadn’t been a very generous lover. I hadn’t touched her or kissed her or licked her there. I’d just shoved myself inside her both times and fucked her until I was delirious.
She climbed down off the table and fluffed her hair. Before she could moved back to the stove, I caught her hand and brought it to my lips.
“What’s that for?” she asked with a sweet smile.
“For you.” I kissed her knuckles one by one. “I promise that next time, I’ll do better.”
“Better?” Her brow wrinkled. “Than that? I don’t think you can.”
“Oh, I can.” I pulled her into me, lowered my lips to hers, and kissed her. “I can do a lot better.” And to prove it, I slid my hand between her legs and grazed her clit with my fingers.
She sucked in a breath and shivered. “Oh...well...”
“I promise I’ll make you come several times with my fingers and my mouth before I lose control again.”
She pushed to her toes, wrapped her hand around my nape, and pulled my mouth down to hers for a scorching kiss that made me hard all over again. “Forget about food,” she whispered. “Take me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me, Luc. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”
As I pushed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her, I knew she was mine. I knew she would always be mine.
Just as I knew that no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, I would never be good enough to deserve her.
8
Natalie
I managed to get Luc to eat. After he had his way with me right there on the kitchen floor.
He didn’t eat a lot—half the omelet I made him and a piece of toast—but I was pretty sure that was more than he’d eaten in a week, so I didn’t push him to eat more.
After we cleaned the dishes together, we stretched out on the couch and watched a movie. Some action flick that had recently moved to cable. I didn’t really pay attention to it and neither did Luc. I was too busy running my fingers through his hair, and he was too busy sleeping with his head on my chest and his big body wrapped around mine like a blanket.
He slept a lot over the next few days, and I had a sinking suspicion he was making up for lost time, that he hadn’t slept much at all without me. I realized rather quickly that he couldn’t sleep unless some part of his body was touching mine. If I tried to get up during the day when he was napping wrapped around me, or if I moved at all in the night, he’d startle, come full awake, even have a moment of panic that made my heart race because it was so unlike him.