I run my hands over his shoulders and down to his biceps, then easing my hands underneath to curl around his waist to the solid muscles of his back. “Is that okay?”
“More.”
A wash of heat hits my neck as I ease my hands down to the top of his ass. There’s a sharp curve where his back gives way to the round softness of his butt, and I like it. I ease my fingers over him and then back up. “Where else do you want me to touch you?”
I realize it’s a stupid question once I’ve asked it. Where do I think he wants me to touch him? The evidence of his need is very thick and very much poking into my belly. “If you want me to touch you there, you’ll have to move off me.”
He carefully eases away and settles into the pillow, one knee propped up, his hardness leaning against his rock-solid abs. I take my time looking at him before crawling closer and settling next to his hip.
He curls his hand around my thigh, watching me. “Touch me.” This time his voice is gentle, the edge of a plea, but not quite so far as all that. I reach out and grip him hard, remembering he likes me to squeeze him. He drops his head back on the pillow and lets his eyes drift shut. Once I tear my gaze away from his face, I focus on my task.
Tonight, he’s giving me the gift of time, of space, and I should thank him for it. I ease closer and stare down at him, trying to figure out how to do what I have in mind. But I can’t figure it out, so I shrug, hunch over, and lap at the dark purple crown above my grip.
He hisses out a breath and jerks his head up to stare at me. When he doesn’t make a move to stop me, I lick him again, turning my face so I can see his reactions.
“Take me between your lips, Angel. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I do as directed and slide my mouth around his thick cock. He tastes salty, but not in a bad way, and I spend a minute testing how far I can ease him into the back of my throat. It’s not far until the weight of his hand tangles in my curls, and he urges me a little farther.
He groans, and tears spring to my eyes, but I let him take control. He fists my hair and drags my head up and down, up and down. I grab his thighs for something to hold while he uses me for his pleasure. It’s filthy, a little bit painful, and so damn hot I can feel my answering wetness between my thighs.
He groans again, and the sound shoots through me in a new way. I focus on keeping my teeth out of the way while he increases his tempo. When his next thrust makes me gag, he gives one more hard push into my mouth, and then he comes. It surprises me, and I only swallow a little before the rest drizzles out of my lips and down my chin.
With the weight of his hand gone, I lift up and wipe my face with the back of my hand. His eyes are closed, and his chest is heaving like he just ran a marathon.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He pops one eye open, snags me around the waist, and draws me into the curve of his arm. “I’m wonderful, Angel. Lie here and get some rest for now.”
I curl up against him, and for the first time in hours, my mind is blissfully calm and clear. I’m asleep before the lights even go out.
12
ADRIAN
I know I shouldn’t be around my team today. Not touching her, not taking her has grated my nerves raw. When she cries, though, I can’t resist comforting her and watching the light come back into her eyes. Nor can I stand the thought of being the one who finally extinguishes that light.
I’m thankful none of my men offer any smart-ass remarks as I take my seat at the table. Kai, dressed to kill as usual, throws himself into the chair beside me. “Nothing yet.”
They all know why I’m here when I should be enjoying myself between my new wife’s thighs right now. “Not even any leads?”
Kai pulls out his phone and passes it to me. “I have eyes on everything and everywhere he might want to go.”
I squeeze the phone and then hand it back before I crush it. “The bastard can’t hide forever. I want him flushed out and locked down so I can deal with him.” Kai knows the terms of my marriage, but none of the others do…yet. I’m not in the mood to enlighten them.