The air surrounding them felt thicker as she obeyed, heavy like clouds with unshed rain. A brewing storm lashed around her. Every time they made love, she felt that foreign movement of air stronger than the last.
When he brushed his thumbs along her slit, she went on tiptoe to chase after the light caress. He teased her clit, massaging in slow circles. Just when she thought she’d go insane from need, the head of his cock nudged her folds. She arched her hips to take more, but he stilled her with a hand on her hip.
“Who am I?” he asked.
Her voice was hoarse. “My fiancé.”
He slipped an inch inside, creating a delicious stretch but too little friction. “Who are you?”
“Yours.”
He gave her another inch. “Which parts of you are mine?”
“Everything.” She moaned. “All of it.”
Tilting his hips, he reciprocated by giving her the everything he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He pulled almost all the way out, and pushed back slowly. “Who do you belong to, Katherine?”
“To you.”
Finally, he started moving, giving her the pace she needed. “Come for me.”
He grew even thicker inside her. Gripping her hip in one hand, he slipped the other down the front of her body and between her legs to roll her clit between his fingers. He drew her back against him as he pivoted his hips one last time before stilling. Her orgasm ripped through her as he came with a groan. He fell over her, catching his weight on his hands on the back of the sofa.
“Are you reminded?” he asked in a low voice, planting a kiss on the shell of her ear.
“Thoroughly.” She blew out a contented sigh. “However, I may need constant reminding.”
“I’ll happily oblige.” He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I will not let Richardson get away with what he did to you, Katherine.”
She turned her face sideways to look at him. “Are you going to hurt him?”
He cupped a breast and squeezed gently. “Yes.”
“Please, don’t.”
He stilled. “Do you care if he gets hurt?”
“No, but he’s FBI. I don’t want you in trouble.”
He straightened and pulled out of her, making her regret the loss of their physical contact.
Turning her in his arms, he kissed the top of her head. “I can never deny you. You know that.”
Brioche with chocolate chips.
Kat woke up ravenous. She sat up in bed.
Lann opened his eyes, immediately awake and alert. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m dying for brioche.”
A smile tugged at his lips. The muscles of his hard abdomen rippled as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand.
“It’s not a craving,” she said as his silly smile grew and he puffed out his chest.
“Absolutely not.” He laid his palm over her bump. “Your body’s changing.” He kissed her nose and her lips, and moved down to plant soft kisses on her nipples and belly button. “You’re a miracle, Katherine.” Regretfully, he added, “We have to get ready. Eve will be waiting.”
She groaned. “I’m starving. I can’t lose three vials of blood without eating, and the gallon of sugar water Eve forces down my throat makes me want to vomit.”
He threw the covers open. “She needs to monitor your sugar levels. I’ll make you breakfast after.”
She pouted. “Tea?”
He got up, flashing her with his morning wood. “Brioche.”
Her gaze slipped to his erection.
He groaned. “As much as I’d love to, we’re already late. The way I know Eve, she’ll soon barge in here.”
She chewed her lip, considering arm-wrestling him into agreement, but he was right. Duty first. “Brioche with chocolate chips?”
“Anything you want.”
“Fine.” She sighed. “But no tea.”
He grinned. “No tea. I promise. Orange juice.”
She got out of bed and walked past him to the bathroom, swaying her hips. She grinned when he uttered a curse behind her, but her grin was quickly wiped away when he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around.
“You’re a tease, woman, and I’m going to show you what I do with teasers.”
Chapter 13
They arrived twenty minutes late at the room Eve used as a consultation room and a lab, and the doctor was irritated.
“You’re late,” she said, showing them in.
Lann lifted a brow. “Someone had a bad night.”
Eve propped her hands on her hips. “The timing is important. The tests have to be done at exactly the same time every day or it’s pointless. And yes, I didn’t sleep much.”
Lann laid his hand on her arm. “Sorry. I know you’re working hard.”
She bit her lip. “It’s nothing. I’m just suffering from cabin fever.”
Kat regarded the dark rings under Eve’s eyes. “Why don’t you take a bit of time off and get out of here?”
“Do you think I can afford a second off?” Eve asked in a harsh tone.
Lann stepped in front of Kat. “Eve, Katherine’s right. You’re working too hard.”
“Let’s just get this over and done with,” she said.
Lann didn’t budge. “No.”