“Why would you want the?—”
I closed the space between us, taking her lips in a kiss that I’d been dying for since the last time I’d tasted her. She tasted like the whiskey we’d drunk. I traced her lips with my tongue, dipping inside and rubbing alongside hers. I pulled back.
“I don’t want the fucking couch. I want you, Lyric. God, do I want you.” The admission was ripped from me.
She licked her lips. “I want you, too. So much it hurts. Are you sure? I mean, it could just be your wolf.”
“Back at my place, I felt him clawing at me, but he’s quiet now. It’s me who wants you. Is it you or your wolf who wants me?”
If she said her wolf, I wasn’t sure if I could pull back.
“Me. I mean, my wolf wanted you, too, but she’s not saying a word right now.” Her face flushed.
“Good. Hold that thought.”
I wasn’t sure how she’d react to what I did next. Years of training didn’t allow me to relax until I’d checked out the area. I did a perimeter check. Only one way in and one way out. I placed one of the barstools under the door handle as an added security measure.
Lyric stood rooted to the spot I’d left her in. “All secure, soldier?”
She stood at attention. I placed a hand on either side of her ribs and lifted. “Only as secure as you want it to be, darlin’.” When Lyric wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles at my back, I swore nothing was sexier.
“I like living dangerously.” She tugged my T-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Her beautiful, bra-less breasts were too much for me not to take into my mouth. Her intake of breath pushed her closer tomy face, and I took that as a good sign. I released her nipple with a loud pop. With her wrapped around me, I took us into the bedroom.
The bed had been done in a red, white, and black color palette. The black wood furnishings looked heavy and expensive, with a white bedspread, several red throw pillows, and other splashes of red throughout.
“I hope you like the room?” Lyric asked.
I realized I stood holding her for far too long, making her apprehensive. “Darlin’, the room could be a dirt-floored shack, and I wouldn’t notice as long as you were there.”
She blushed. “Do you realize you make me wet with your words alone?”
“Let me get you out of these sweats and see for myself.” I lay her on the bed, but when she went to remove the pants, I stopped her. “Let me. It’s like Christmas. I get to open up my present.”
Lyric tossed her hand above her head. “If you take too long, I might just start without you.”
“You know what happens to bad girls?” I tugged off one of Lyric’s shoes and then the other, before tucking my hands into her elastic waistband and pulling, knowing she had nothing on under them. She shook her head at my question. “They don’t get to come. In fact, they get spanked. Have you ever been spanked, Lyric?”
I could smell her arousal increase at my words. “No. I mean, my dad did once, but?—”
Lyric let out a gasp as I blew on her exposed pussy. I loved that she hadn’t waxed or shaved herself completely bare on top. Spreading her lips apart, I found her clit was already exposed and red, and I knew she’d come apart with only a few swipes of my tongue. Her inner thighs were soaked. I ran my fingers through her sweet cream, tracing the outer edges before testingher readiness. She bucked against me. I tapped her mound, making her still. Going back to tracing circles around her clit, I carefully avoided touching the bundle of nerves.
“Do you want to fuck my fingers, Lyric?” She squirmed at my words. I wondered if any of her previous lovers had ever talked dirty to her. Using my index finger, I scraped my nail across the top of her clit.
“Fuck me, Rowan. With anything. God, I just want to come.”
I settled down between her thighs, spreading them farther apart. I lapped at the juice running out of her pussy like a starving man. “Not yet, darlin’. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
“The fuck.” Lyric reached between her legs.
I stopped her palm from coming between me and my treat. “What did I say?” I held her hand in one of mine while I gave her mound a firmer tap. “Now, keep your hands above your head, or I’ll tie them up.”
More of her sweet arousal permeated the air. She may have never played before, but she enjoyed what I was saying and doing to her. I rewarded her by licking a long swipe from her pussy to her clit.
“Yes, oh, Rowan. Right there.” She panted.
“If you do as I instructed and be a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.” Her entire body shuddered, but her hands stayed in place.
