Page 61 of Kentucky Nights
She sticks out her bottom lip. “I like them though.”
Unable to help myself, I tug her lip with my thumb, growling as I imagine her mouth around my cock. Hmmmm, I bet she would feel so fucking good.
“Well, if you like’em, then I suppose that’s all that matters. Ain’t that right?” I grip her chin between my index finger and thumb, drunk on the thought of these lips wrapping around me. I haven’t been able to think about anything else.
“Your eyes are red, Cowboy.” The stale air is replaced with the sweet and spicy scent of her arousal. “Is there something you’re wanting before you start your busy day?” She sits up, allowing the blanket to fall from her body.
I’m fixated on her. Up and down, I take her in.
I can’t believe this woman is mine.
Her finger glides down my chest. If it were possible, flames would dance in the path of her touch. She swirls her fingertip, teasing me as she gets lower, only to deviate when she gets right where I want her to be.
A low growl reverberates in the chamber of my throat when she traces the dip in my hips.
“Or are you wanting to go about your morning while I go back to sleep?” She bats her eyelashes as she toys with me.
I find myself loving to be the object she plays with.
“No, ma’am. I think—” In a blur, I have her pressed against the shower wall and blast the warm water.
She gasps, surprised by the change of location.
I love that look. I’ll have to make sure I take her by surprise more often.
“—I have exactly what I want right here.” I dip my hand between her legs, my fingers pinching the tampon string.
“Wait. Let me use the restroom.”
“I don’t think so. Hold it. It will make your orgasm more intense.”
“Kentucky. I can’t. I don’t think I can do that.” She tilts her head back when my thumb presses against her clit.
“I think you can, and you will. Want to know why?” I lick the water from her lips, my tongue dragging down her neck where her vein is. Every instinct is pushing me to bite.
I can’t.
I groan the words internally, fighting every instinct.
“You can,” she whispers approval. “Bite me. I want you to.”
I scrape my fangs down her neck, pressing a single kiss to her jugular. “One day, but not right now, Beloved.” I let the word slip. Lorcan told me it is a special term vampires use for their fated mates.
Beloved.
I can’t believe I have one.
“But it can be today. You can bite me, Kentucky. I want it. I want you.”
“I want you too,” I growl, clamping onto her collarbone with very light pressure. The skin won’t break, no matter how badly I want it to. “You have no idea how deep the craving for you goes.” I fall to my knees, my hard, solid cock slapping against my stomach, and precome dribbles down my shaft. “Is this where you want me, Darlin’? On my knees for you. I’ll do it every morning and night.”
She runs her hand through my wet hair. “You do look good on your knees for me. It is a sight I could get used to.”
“Well, I haven’t ever been the praying type, but I’ll pray to you.” I lift her leg onto my shoulder, place my hands together, and peer up through wet lashes. “Bless this food for which I’m about to eat,” I snarl. “Amen.”
“Kentucky!” she giggles my name.
I pinch the string of her tampon and tug. Her hands slap against the wall, trying to gain some sort of leverage or support to hold on to.
