“I’m the reason behind your tears. I don’t ever want to be the reason you cry.”
One minute, she’s seated, and the next, her plush mouth is on mine. I tangle my fingers in her hair, thrusting my tongue between her sweet lips.
She tastes of heaven and my tailor-made addiction, of life and reasons to fight.
We break apart, her heavy gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes. I bump my nose against hers and whisper, “I didn’t dream a lot, but when I did, it was of you.”
She beams, her eyes twinkling with happiness, and we kiss again to the soundtrack of the heartbeat monitor and fading conversations in the hallway. Cecilia moans into my mouth, causing my cock to twitch at the sound despite my current state. When I break away, I’m breathing heavily.
Fuck me. This woman drives me insane. I could be at death’s door and still want to fill her up and make her scream my name.
She bites her lip to stop grinning. “If you hadn’t woken up from a coma mere minutes ago…” Her voice takes on a flirtatious edge. “I would climb on top of you and ride that fat cock of yours.”
Little tease.
I groan, my dick aching at the playful smile on her lips and the filthy promise behind her words. “I’m fine. Look at me. I’m practically brand new.”
She pats my cheek, smiling even wider. “Be a good boy and rest up, and I might reward you later.”
“Fine. I’ll entertain this game of yours for now,” I reply with sigh, “but as soon as we leave this place, I’ll show you who’s in charge.”
“Ooh,” she teases, leaning in to hover with her tempting lips inches from mine. “So bossy.”
I grind my teeth, equally loving and hating how she has the upper hand. I like to exert dominance, to make my subject bend to my will, yet here I am, ready to do just about anything to make her happy. The way she’s smiling at me is sexier than any skimpy little outfit she could wear. If I believed in fairytales, I’d call her a siren because my dick just needs me to simply lay eyes on her to stand at attention. It’s almost humiliating.
“I think,” she starts, taking pity on me, “that you deserve a treat.”
“Yeah?” My heart rate accelerates.
“Yeah,” Cecilia whispers, reaching down and plunging her hand into her joggers. She watches me closely as she fingers herself. “After all, you did kill someone for me and nearly got yourself beaten to death.”
“I would die for you any day,” I reply, eyes riveted on her slick fingers when she pulls them out from her joggers and sucks them clean.
My heart sinks with disappointment, but then her lips are on mine, and I lose all train of thought when I taste her arousal on her tongue. I kiss her harder, groaning into her mouth. No other woman tastes as fucking sweet as her. No other woman drives me this crazy. I’m famished.
“Let me eat your cunt,” I beg—yes, beg—pulling her back to my hungry mouth when she tries to move away. “Let me fuck you with my tongue.”
“Baby,” she says, her voice breathy with laughter. “You’ve just woken up from a coma. You need to rest.”
“No…” I frantically shake my head. “Who told you that? Dr. Boring out there with the silver goatee? Ignore him and his ridiculous advice. He’s just trying to get me killed. What I need is your pussy in my face.”
Cecilia pulls away with a blush coloring her cheeks. Her eyes sparkle with happiness as she sits back in her chair.
She’s too far away for my liking. If I had it my way, she’d never leave my side—she’d have a permanent seat on my face or dick.
“Think of it as an incentive to get better.”
I flop my head back down dramatically. Sinclair enters the room with coffee in takeaway mugs and an old book tucked into his belt. He hands Cecilia a mug and gives her a warning look, which makes me frown and try to decipher their silent conversation. It’s useless.
Then he turns to me and smiles, tossing a weathered paperback onto my stomach. I pick it up and read the title, looking at him questioningly. “Kama Sutra?”
“Funny story. I found this cute little bookshelf in the cafeteria for used books. One of the elderly ladies serving coffee beamed when I complimented the wallpapered shelves. Then she scurried over on her eager little legs, surprisingly fast for a pensioner, and handed me the book. I took one look at the title and thought it could be perfect for your book club.”
“You complimented the wallpaper?” I can’t quite keep the disbelief out of my voice.
Sinclair simply smirks, slamming his hand down on my shoulder and jostling me hard enough to make my head spin. “It’s good to have you back, man. Now do some reading and rest so we can get you out of here. Your girl will start to stink up the place if she doesn’t have a shower soon.”
Cecilia flips him off, and he winks as he walks to the door, then he turns with his hand on the frame. “I mean it, Darian. Rest up.”
