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CHAPTER THREE

Morning Light

ROLLING FAST, I pinned her beneath me, expecting her to scream, fight… tell me to get the hell off. Instead—her hands cupped either side of my jaw as her legs fell open, letting my hips slide closer. I hovered a breath above her growling, “mine” like a man possessed. I don’t even know why I said it… the word just erupted from the deepest part of me.

She moaned as my lips took hers. Sighed, as she kissed me back, hands roaming over the thick muscles of my back as her lips and tongue mate with mine. Our lips and mouths pushed and pulled. Sucked and nipped. I pulled back giving her air, becoming mesmerized by the burn across her cheeks. “I’ve never done that.”

“Kiss? You’re too good at it, sweets.”

“What we did yesterday… never with a man I just met—without even knowing his name… I lied to Dev. She wanted to know what happened between us in the woods. I-I couldn’t admit to her what we did. I just felt like I didn’t want anyone to know.”

She’s adorable. The size of my pinkie, with a hot mouth that I’m already picturing wrapped around my dick again. My hands skimmed under her shirt cupping the front of her breasts. I tasted her yesterday. I took more than I should’ve. But I’m playing dirty. I know I want this woman. One night will never be enough when I’m already addicted to her taste.

I didn’t give her time to think. One hand pinned her arms over her head as the DOM in me came out to play.

“Burn for me, sweetheart. I’m the only man who’s gonna see you like this,” I murmured, freeing her breasts for my mouth to claim.

“This is madness…”

“Let it happen, baby. Go mad for me, I want to feel you come all over my face. Mine,” I growled, heading south, sliding a hand through to move aside the scrap of lace covering her hot slit. “Christ, kitten, you’re soaked for me.”

“It’s been a while,” she confessed, biting her lip.

“Then let me make you feel good.”

No more words were spoken between us as my mouth replaced my hands. I closed my eyes inhaling her sweet scent. My dick—on fucking fire as my nose nuzzled through her soft curls and my lips closed around her clit. She tasted sweeter than she did the day before. Her hands clutched the sheets by my head as I lapped and licked her folds. She moaned as my tongue entered her.

“Are you gonna come for me again, baby? Harder than yesterday?” I murmured against her. I fucked her with my mouth as her hips bucked. It wasn’t long before her throaty moans filled the cabin. When she came back down from her high, I rolled off. “Coffee?”

She surprised me by straddling my hips. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as her tiny hands snaked inside my briefs, pulling me out. I hissed through my teeth, eyes clenching shut. “Christ, it’s been so long since a woman has touched me. And damn, baby, it already feels sublime.”

Her hot little hands ran up and down my hard length. Her lips closed over me and now I was the one groaning while my hips bucked on the bed.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.” She milked me with her hands and mouth, and I came so fierce—fireworks went off behind my closed eyes. She took all of it, swallowing every last drop. I grabbed her by her hips and rolled; pulling her back to my front. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this.”

“Me too,” she whispered as we fell back under the covers.

I woke up a few hours later, horny again, wanting to be inside Luce. Messing around with her wasn’t nearly enough. My dick wanted to own her. I nudged my thick girth against her ass, hissing as I prodded against hot, bare, skin.

“Best baby-sittin’ gig ever,” I grunted, my engorged cock nestled up against her backside.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” I grumbled, kissing the back of her neck while my palms cupped her breasts.

She turned in my arms. “Spill. Now.”

I groaned, rolling back and crossed my arms behind my head. “One night and she’s already making demands. Ow!” I hissed, feeling her tiny fists had made contact under my ribs.

“Jesus, woman.”

“Spill. Now.”

“Nothing. It was just a stupid comment. Rog wanted me to take care of you is all.” I moved to take her back into my embrace but caught empty air. She got outta bed as if it was on fire. The slamming of the bathroom door made me wince.

“Well, shit. She’s a little spitfire,” I grumbled. In desperate need of coffee, I got out of bed and stepped into my jeans. I padded over to the bathroom door in bare feet. “Luce, baby. Come on, don’t be like this.”

“Get out!” She hissed from the other side.

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