“It’s stunning.”
“Thank you.” He glides his palm across my stomach. “It’s not done.”
“Doesn’t matter. I love it.” He flexes his fingers, lightly kneading.
“I wanted to thank you for thinking of me.” I motion toward the picture. “I regretted not bringing my supplies.”
“No need for thanks.” He moves his other hand, brushing my hair over my shoulder, and places his mouth against my cheek. “All I want is your pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” I ask weakly. We aren’t thinking of the same kind of pleasure, but my body is ready for his touch. There is a burning in my belly.
He takes a deep breath. “There is another way you can thank me.” He can smell my need, and I’m not embarrassed.
“Oh?” I lick my lips, ready for the game.
“Let me touch you,” he demands, teasing the waistband of my sweats.
“Yes,” I rasp, leaning against him.
“Stay still,” he orders, his fingers crawling beneath the fabric. “You will take what I give you.”
“Whatever you want,” I groan. His fingers whisper over the fabric of my underwear.
“Dangerous,” he says roughly. “Giving me that much freedom.” I gasp when he pulls my clothing aside and slides his finger inside me.
I drop my head back and close my eyes. His hands are big and hot. His palm rubs against my clit as he moves, and my toes curl. He bites my ear and then licks away the sting. I fight the urge to thrust my hips, wanting harder, faster, but I know he will stop. He wants me to let him guide, and I want to give him control. I know he won’t take advantage of my submission, but treat me with care.
“Bane,” I whimper, the burning expanding.
He slides his other hand over my mouth. “Quiet, baby,” he commands. “You don’t want Rylee to hear you.” His action causes more wetness to cover his hand. “I’ll share your sounds with my brothers, but no one else.” I grit my teeth when I want to cry out at the picture he evokes. “You like that,” he whispers in my ear, and I nod lightly. “Good.”
He stretches me further with another finger, and my eyes roll. His scent surrounds me, and the heat from his chest seeps into my skin. Everything about him turns me on, even the prospect of others hearing what he's doing to me. I open my eyes and stare at the image of him. It’s as if he's in front of me, behind me, inside me, and it brings me higher.
“Get there, baby,” he grits out. He moves faster, harder, and the stool rocks.
I bite his palm as the pressure expands, tipping over the edge. I try to hold in my moans as it floods over me, yet I don’t know if I’m successful. My ears are ringing. He slows, dragging his fingers lovingly and then all movement stops. I breathe in deeply through my nose. He removes his hand from my mouth and holds me close, waiting as my heartbeat settles.
“I feel like that was a thank you to me, not you,” I say softly.
“Feeling your heat. Watching you come apart in my arms.” He kisses my shoulder. “Definitely for me.” He slides his hand out of my pants and uses his other hand to push on my knee, turning me to face him. I stare at him as he lifts the fingers that were inside me and licks them. I bite my lip watching the desire and pleasure on his features.
“Shit,” I breathe, my hand gripping the edge of my seat.
“Tasting you is a bonus,” he says, dropping his arm. We stare at each other for a moment. “Remy is almost done cooking.” I blink. “Clean up and come and eat.” He kisses me lightly. “I’m honored.” He nods behind me. “That you would share your gift of art with me.”
I watch him leave the room, shutting the door softly. I’m not sure how long I remain seated, staring at the door. Shaking my head, I look down and realize I’m still holding the paintbrush.
I laugh abruptly.
Hopping up, I continue to smile as I clean up and get in the shower.
I have a feeling it’s not going to take much convincing to make me want to live forever with my jaguars.
Rylee is still grinning. She heard or, at the very least, knew what was happening in the bedroom. Of course, she hasn’t said a word. I showered quickly, dressed in tight jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, and joined everyone. The conversation didn’t slow as I entered the kitchen. Remy is moving around the stove, confident, and winked at me. Hunter seated me between him and Lawson. Apparently, hours had passed while I was in my bedroom, and my stomach is ready to eat.
“Any problems today?” Hunter asks, and I follow his gaze to Bane.
“No.” He glances at me and then at Lawson. “Heath is working on a lead.” I sense the tension emanating from Lawson.
