“Why don’t you come to my place for dinner?” I could feel the boldness slipping away, the uncertainty sneaking in as Joshua skated toward the bench to cue the music. “I mean, if you wanted to.”
Kardok’s free hand rose, his fingertips brushing against my cheek. “What are you going to serve me for dinner, Princess?”
I flushed at the seductive lure of his growl, and felt my core pulse in memory of his touch. “Me?” I whispered.
His fingers slid around the back of my neck, gripping me, anchoring me, holding me in place as he turned to face me fully. “I’ve gone hours without tasting you, Lila.”
I whimpered, my fingers curled around his arm, pulling him toward me.
And as the music rose in the background, right there on the ice in front of our coach and whoever else might be passing by, Kardok kissed me. And me? Perfect prim andproper Lila Fairbanks, who eschewed scandal and had spent a life wrapping myself in propriety?
I kissed him right back.
Kardok
I steppedinto Lila’s apartment, and the scent hit me like a brick to the face. Something delicious and fancy wafted from the kitchen, but I didn’t give a damn about food right then. I had one thing on my mind, and it was the sweet, intoxicating scent of Lila herself.
I found her in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as I strode in. Without a word, I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder. She yelped, then laughed, her fingers still clutching the cooking spoon.
I reached out and turned off the stove before carrying her to the bedroom, because I might be primitive, but at least I wasresponsible.
I set her down on the bed, my body already humming with need. Methodically, like a male possessed, I stripped off her pants and underwear, revealing her perfect, glistening pussy.
She was still holding the sauce-covered spoon, laughing at the abruptness of it all. But when I knelt down and put my mouth on her, she stopped laughing.
The first taste of her was like heaven. I stroked her with my tongue, licking every inch of her, feeling her bodytremble beneath me. This was where I belonged; this washome. I would never get enough of her, and I thought about what the guys had said about her being my Mate, which caused myKteerto howl with need and my tongue to lap harder.
My Lila came with a cry, her hips bucking against my mouth. I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop.
I needed more of her.
I licked and sucked, my fingers joining in, stroking her, curling inside her. She came again, her body convulsing, her moans filling the room. I lost count of how many times she came, each orgasm sweeter than the last, spilling her intoxicating spend across my face.
She tasted so damn perfect, like something I could feast on forever.
MyKteerwas going wild, roaring with the need to claim her. Was this the Mating Heat, the primal urge to make her mine? I’d spent the weekend claiming her, marking her, but that was before I’d begun to suspect the truth; if we were Mates, she would have to accept me as I was.
And that uncertainty held me back from calling hermine.
So I focused on her pleasure, bringing her to the brink again and again. Her cries and gasps were like music to my ears, her body writhing beneath me. I could feel her tugging on my hair, trying to pull me away.
With a supreme force of will, I managed to lift my head, looking up at her.
She was splayed out on the bed, her cheeks flushed, herbreath coming in ragged gasps. The spoon was on the floor, forgotten.
Looking halfway between laughter and exhaustion, Lila managed to choke, “Kardok, I need water. And dinner?”
Right.
I could provide for her, whether or not she was my Mate.
Scooping her up, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the kitchen. I set her down at the table, and poured her a glass of ice water. She drank it greedily, and I nodded approvingly.
Good girl.
Then I turned back to the stove, finishing the meal she had started. The scent of the food was tempting, but not nearly as tempting as the female sitting at the table, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasms. I served the meal, setting the plate in front of her.
She looked up at me, a playful smile on her lips. “You’re awfully single-minded, aren’t you?” she teased.
