“Trust is earned. Isn’t that something you’d say to me?” I brushed my lips across hers, enjoying the hell out of the private moment.
“Why do I still crave you?”
“I don’t know. Why do you?”
“Because we’re so much alike.” She lifted her gaze, her lower lip quivering.
“Maybe we are.”
Her eyes twinkled and, in that moment, the intensity of our closeness was even stronger. I could see how much she cared about me.
And damn it, I craved this woman.
She was careful to keep her hand away from my bandaged shoulder, but nothing else appeared to be off limits. The woman was part healer and part vixen, proved by the way she slipped her hand down my chest, under the sheets and dared tease me inside a hospital room.
“Well, well. I was right. You are a very bad girl,” I growled while she stroked the base of my cock, smiling as she did.
“Did the coma erase pertinent parts of your memory?”
“Oh, I forget nothing, little lamb. Absolutely nothing.”
“Be careful who you’re calling a lamb,” she whispered while rubbing her lips across my stubbled cheek. The way she was twisting her hand around my dick was about to drive me crazy.
“And you should be careful teasing a man like me unless you have full intention of doing something to relieve the poor man’s hunger.” I kissed her lips and just being able to capture her mouth was enough to push the desire back onto the table. There wasn’t a chance in hell she would be allowed out of my sight.
Especially not after the goddamn dream. I was a firm believer there was a reason for everything. If that was the case, my subconscious had been telling me to live the fuck the way I wanted.
Her mouth twisted into a wicked smile while she stroked up the length of my shaft, squeezing my cockhead. “I thought you hated me. You said I betrayed you.” Her hot breath cascaded across my chin.
“You did and you will face punishment.”
“What kind?”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”
After a slight roll of her eyes, she crawled her fingers to my seed sac, rolling my balls through her fingers. “Be careful, Russian. I have your… precious jewels in my hand.”
Fuck, I was about to lose my mind.
I pulled her into a deep kiss, sweeping my tongue inside. She was stiff at first, likely because she was unused to anyone claiming her inside a hospital room. But that was exactly what I had planned. With my tongue thrusting back and forth across hers,she moaned into the kiss. The moment was everything I needed to stir the fire deep within.
Devouring the woman was simply a byproduct of how I felt about her.
And how intense my hunger was.
When I finally allowed her to pull our lips apart, I was rewarded with a subtle, sweet laugh dancing across them. “You are also so bad.”
“Yes, I am. I thought you knew that. Now, I suggest very strongly that you turn off those goddamn machines, so your nurses won’t interrupt us thinking I’m in the throes of a heart attack.”
“By doing what?”
I shifted my hand once again, now fisting her hair. It felt as if I’d spent years in a coma instead of days. Whatever the timeframe, I had no intention of wasting any more. “Whatever the fuck I want.”
“Is that what you’ve been craving while taking a few days off?”
“That’s what I’ll always crave.” I dragged my tongue from one side of her mouth to the other, the sweet scent erasing the horrid stench of hospitals.
There’d been such a close connection that we’d shared that her understanding of the story I’d told about Arina and the meaning wasn’t lost as it would be with another woman.
