A Bad Day for Sunshine (Sunshine Vicram #1) - Darynda Jones Page 0,114
the glare he gave her should have sent her up in flames. “Don’t you remember?”
What the hell? Blood leached through the bandages from three distinct wounds at an alarming rate. She covered them and applied pressure, but it only seeped through her fingers.
“I’ll—I’ll get a doctor.”
He caught her wrist to stop her. “It’s too late.”
“What?” She didn’t understand.
The lights flickered again. When they came back on, his entire demeanor had changed. He seemed lost. Mesmerized. Quite possibly drunk, though she didn’t smell alcohol. He let his gaze wander the length of her.
“Levi, you’re hurt.” She looked down, but the bandages were gone. In their stead was the wide chest and rock-hard abs she’d dreamed of more times than she could count. “I—I don’t understand.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer. “You have to remember to understand,” he said.
Her gaze wandered past the expanse of his chest to the fullness of his mouth. The very one that sent tiny quakes shooting through her body like a freak electrical storm every time he was near.
He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue to explore her more fully.
She sank against him. Wrapped her arms around his neck. Let her head fall back when he seared her throat with kisses.
When he pulled her onto the bed, she tried to protest. Not very hard, but still.
“Wait,” she said, panting into his hair. “We can’t do this here.”
He lifted her shirt and trailed scalding kisses over her midsection, before saying, “Where should we go?”
The heat of his mouth was something she never wanted to lose. “Never mind. Here’s good. Should we close the door?” She tried to raise onto her elbows, but he pushed her back down and spread her knees with his shoulders.
“Hush. I’m concentrating.”
The sound of his voice created a warmth that rushed through her veins and pooled in her abdomen. And while she should have been wondering what happened to her pants, she was instead marveling at the sensations rocketing through her.
His mere presence did things to her. Things she only dwelled upon when she was very much alone.
Only she wasn’t alone. At least she hadn’t been.
She looked into the empty hall. “Where did Deleon go?”
“I need these off.” He tugged at her underwear.
“Oh. Okay.” She lifted her bottom so he could slide her panties off. “You know, there are nurses up and down these halls all night.”
“They’ll have to wait their turn.”
It made perfect sense at the time. As did his tongue on her clit.
Her gasp echoed down the hall, and she covered her mouth with both hands, but only for a moment before she grabbed his hair. His tongue stroked the most sensitive area of her being. The feather-light touch caused wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure that soaked into her like rain on a parched desert.
“Who am I?” he asked.
She caught her breath, confused. “What?”
He climbed on top of her. Balancing himself on an elbow, he pushed two fingers inside her. “Who are you with?”
She caught his wrist and sucked in a lungful of air. “I don’t understand.”
“Sure you do.” He pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing her clit with his thumb, the friction spiraling through her. “Who am I?”
“Levi,” she said breathlessly. “Levi Ravinder.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want you to forget again.” His lashes dipped as he studied her, then he wrapped a hand behind her knee and lifted her leg, sliding back down and reapplying himself to the task at hand. His efforts were valiant. His tongue sent tiny quakes of delight shuddering to her core.
She twisted her fingers in the blanket underneath her as the pressure in her abdomen grew. Like a rising tide, the promise of orgasm pulsated and swelled until it exploded and flooded her entire body in sweet, sharp spasms of unimaginable pleasure.
She couldn’t help it. She cried out, riding the waves crashing into her until she jerked awake. Coffee spilled over her hand, and she’d dropped what was left of her sandwich.
“Crap,” she said, bolting to her feet. But the orgasm was still rocketing through her. She stilled and let the climax run its course. When the currents subsided, she turned to see both the state officer and Marshal Deleon watching her with something akin to shock and awe.
“Sorry,” she said, but they both shook their heads.
Deleon stood to steady her. “I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but I’d like to place my order now.”