Page 188 of Savage Empire
His lips spread into a filthy, suggestive grin. “I know exactly what I want to snack on while we wait.”
Thighs clenching, I have to muster up all of my strength to fight his implication. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy…”
“I have been taking it easy, fordays,” he drawls, leaning down to drag his nose up my neck. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me while you’re cleaning my wounds, love. You’ve been gnawing your pretty little bottom lip to bits every time my shirt comes off. It’s been hell not acting on the desire to give you exactly what you’ve been thinking about.”
“I wouldn’t have let you,” I whisper. “You needed rest.”
“Which is exactly why I didn’t even try,” he agrees, humming. “My stubborn wife wouldn’t put me at risk of ripping my stitches just to get herself off. No, she’s much too selfless, my sweetmicina.”
“I couldn’t risk making it worse. You needed?—”
“Exactly, love. Ineeded, past tense. I’ve healed plenty. Now the only thing I need is to make you come.”
“O-oh God,” I stutter.
He smirks, knowing he’s got me.
Leaning down, he makes the first move and our lips crash. The meeting of our mouths is electric, and we kiss each other like we haven’t in years. We yearn for it, panting as our tonguesintertwine and fight for dominance. His touch is hypnotic, and his smell, fuck, I’ll never get enough of his scent.
So manly and woodsy, so spicy but sweet.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, into my mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I missed this,” I admit in a whimper. My hands latch around his biceps, holding on as tight to keep him close.
“Me too, love. Me fucking too.”
His lips move off of mine to kiss my chin, and then all the way down my neck. He pulls a moan out of me as he teases the sensitive skin of my throat.
“Apollo, we’re in the kitchen,” I protest softly, even as lust rushes through me. I feel like I go from zero to one hundred as soon as he touches me now, and I don’t know whether to blame the pregnancy or how hot my husband is.
“A room we haven’t broken in yet,” he points out, his voice coming out as smooth as silk. “Seems like we should remedy that.”
“We haven’t broken it in for good reason,” I moan, barely able to object. “We share this house, you know? We can go upstairs…”
“And leave your cakes all alone unsupervised?” he tsks. “That’s not very safe, now is it, baby?” Apollo cradles me close, grabbing me by my ass to grind his front against mine. His knee splits between my legs and I moan.
“This is a horrible idea,” I croak, exhaling through my nose.
“Then why are you humping my thigh?”
My face burns as I realize that my hips are rolling slowly, grinding my jean-covered pussy over his leg. I don’t have a moment to defend myself before his tongue is parting my lips and his hands are groping me. One squeezing my breast tightly, and the other cupping my ass.
I lose all ability to think, accepting the pleasure he offers greedily. He feels so good every single time, and I’ve been craving this connection for days. There’s a feral side of me that wants to tear our pants off and get his cock inside me as fast as possible. The stretch would be delicious after going so long without it.
“I fucking love the way you kiss, baby,” he praises, one hand lifting up to caress the side of my face. His thumb drags over my wet lips. as he looks down at me, eyes full of heat. “You’re incredible.”
“I feel like I could come just like this,” I admit, drunk on desire.
“Yeah?” he asks, rocking his thigh between my legs. “Want to find out if you can? Can you feel this right on your sensitive little clit, love?”
A shudder rolls up my back and I whimper.
“Apollo, I?—”
“Ahhhh!” a scream comes from behind and startles me out of my haze. “My eyes! Oh my God, we eat here!”
Mortification hits me like an ice bucket of water being poured over my head. I look over my shoulder to find my brother with his hands over his eyes and his jaw hanging open.
