The Mercenary Next Door (Rogues and Rescuers #2) - Lucy Leroux Page 0,22

aware on some level. He’d been too attentive after the first round, asking if she was too sore for more. Laila had wanted him too much care, so she’d told a little white lie. But when Mason took her again, he’d been gentle, his touch tender but sure. The heat had built languorously, sweet but not overwhelming—up until he brought her to another screaming orgasm.

Laila was a novice, but her heart told her that they had shared something more special than sex. It had felt like lovemaking.

Now what do I do? She was naked, lying in bed with the man of her dreams. Nothing in her short life had prepared her for this experience.

What were people supposed to do the morning after?

Breakfast. I should make him breakfast. But Laila couldn’t bring herself to move just yet. She was afraid of breaking the spell. Then Mason sighed and turned around, flipping over on his stomach. His arm moved up, putting his watch closer to his face.

Laila held her breath, waiting for him to open his eyes and say something. But he didn’t do that. His arms and leg, which had been relaxed in sleep against her, turned to corded steel. His entire body stiffened, transmitting his uneasiness as he realized where he was.

Stung, Laila pulled in her limbs. Heart sinking, she tried to decide whether to bolt out of bed or pretend to be asleep.

Just face the consequences like a big girl. This didn’t need to be a painful ordeal. She would just wait for Mason to turn around and make some excuse to leave.

But he stayed put, his head turned away while his body screamed with unspoken tension. When he didn’t shift, she began to edge away, preparing to run to the bathroom to hide until he left.

Mason’s arm shot out, grabbing her by the wrist. His silver-blue eyes ensnared her, stopping her more effectively than his restraining hand. “Do you have to go to work?”

His voice was rough with sleep, but the expression in his eyes was clear, calm. Then his gaze moved down, skimming over her naked body.

“N-no,” she whispered.

“Good.”

Shifting his hold, Mason stroked down, his large hands wrapping around her hips. A squeak escaped as she slid toward him. When he had her where he wanted her, Mason pushed her knees up, wrapping his arms around them to pin her to the bed.

Then he dived in.

Laila gasped as his lips settled between her thighs. His mouth closed over her clit like it was candy. Grazing the nub of flesh with his teeth, he licked and probed with his tongue, alternately lathing and sucking as his fingers clenched into the flesh of her hips.

Stunned, Laila writhed, moaning and gasping from the sensual onslaught. Could pleasure make people blind…because she was pretty damn close to it.

Laila had always thought descriptions of sex in print were overwrought. She should have known better after last night. Her body was engulfed with a pure squirmy sensation.

Waves of pleasure coursed through her, too intense and powerful for her to stay still. Her instinct was to get away, but Mason wouldn’t let her. He had her exactly where he wanted her—exposed and at his mercy.

“Holy shit,” she cried, bucking when his teeth closed over her clit. Mason chuckled, the sound buzzing her sensitive flesh with a deep vibration.

“I can’t stand it,” she confessed in a ragged gasp, whipping her head from side to side. “It’s too much. I can’t—”

Mason lifted his head. “Shh…” He soothed her with a hand, stroking lightly over her stomach, hips, and ass before he returned to his feast, fucking her in earnest with his tongue.

Laila’s hips rose and fell in time with the rhythm he set. Lost in the pulsing pleasure, she made sounds she never had before. Broken gasps and low moans filled the room. But her noises seemed to please Mason.

“Louder,” he urged after particularly vocal whimper. Redoubling his efforts, he moved his fingers to her clit, stroking in circles as his tongue penetrated her, working in and out.

Twisting and convulsing, Laila hurtled off the edge with a keening cry. Mason continued to stroke and lick her through the bone-rattling pulses, stopping only when she collapsed on the mattress, too weak to do anything but lie there and try to catch her breath.

Her lids flew open when Mason kissed her stomach. Their eyes met over the naked expanse of her chest. She felt more than saw the smile he pressed against her midriff. He worked his way