Page 48 of Seeking Vengeance
She pulled her eyes away from his impressive package and focused on the tattoo on his bicep. It was a breathtakingly intricate Celtic design with some sort of detailed mechanical device in the center that reminded her of a da Vinci sketch.
“Tell me about your tat,” she said.
“Family crest,” Sean answered, his voice slightly rough. “Yours?”
She wasn’t sure to which one he was referring—she had several. Last night, he had spent a considerable amount of time tracing the spiraling design over her hip with his tongue. And surely, he’d had a lovely view of the fallen angel on her back when he took her from behind.
Nicki slammed a wall down on those thoughts before the desire for an encore became unbearable. She had no intention of sharing the inspiration behind her ink; it would be impossible to explain that without explaining everything, and there was no way in hell she was going to do that. Those were memories that she had shoved to the deepest, darkest pits of her blackened heart, for her and her alone.
“Nothing so meaningful,” she said elusively. “How many brothers do you have?”
“Six. You?”
“Just Nick. Any sisters?”
“Three, by marriage.”
Interesting answer, she thought.
Most men would have just answered no or mentioned having some in-laws, but Sean considered these women to be as much a part of his family as if they had been born to it. A sharp but brief pang of envy shot through her at the thought of being part of this man’s life beyond a night or two.Would his brothers and their wives accept me quite as fully and easily?
No, she thought wryly. There wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. If what she’d seen in the hospital lobby was any indication of the type of women Callaghan men went after, she was about as far off the mark as she could get.
The minute she finished her breakfast, Sean whisked the plate away along with the silverware, glass, and mug. He hadn’t prepared one for himself, she’d noticed.
“You’re not eating anything?” she asked.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Now, baby, whatever gave you that idea?”
Sean sat down on one of the stools and patted the counter. “Come up here.”
Excitement flared through her body, but she really should be going. She shook her head, but the denial got stuck in her throat. And why couldn’t she get her legs to move?
Sean chuckled, reaching out to capture her, and then smoothly lifted her onto the countertop as if she weighed nothing. He repositioned himself on the stool between her legs, his hand bringing a resounding crack on her right bottom cheek as she fidgeted.
“Behave,” he growled, “or I’ll bind you again.”
She stilled, though the thought of restraints was incredibly arousing. She’d never seen herself as a submissive. But with Sean, sheneededto be.
He took his time with her. Spreading her legs. Rubbing juicy, chilled strawberries over her soft folds and then topping the area with whipped cream. Biting. Sucking. Licking. Kissing. Devouring her as if she were a seven-course meal. He brought her to the edge several times, only to pull back and begin the onslaught all over again.
“You know,” she panted as she tried to thrust her hips against his face and take the release she so desperately needed, “it’s not polite to play with your food.”
Sean laughed against her, and it was one of the most erotic things she’d ever felt.
“You’re right,” he agreed.
He kicked the stool away and quickly freed himself, plunging into her, filling her until she thought she would burst. He fucked her hard and fast, taking his release the same time he gave her hers.
He was still leaning over her when the doorbell rang. Sean cursed and grabbed for the remote beneath the counter as a small, mounted screen flared to life above them. Two unfamiliar men looked directly into the security camera and held badges up to the lens.
“Fuck,” he muttered, withdrawing from Nicki’s wet heat. Even if they hadn’t flashed their badges, the dark suits, white shirts, black ties, and shades screamed Feds. “Nicki, baby, go on into the bedroom. I’ve got some business to take care of.”
Nicki blinked but said nothing.Sean thought these guys were here forhim?He didn’t seem surprised by their presence, just annoyed at the timing.Just how many Feds showed up at his door anyway?
She couldn’t think about that now; she had to get the hell out and do some damage control. The fact that Fisher and Brookes were here only drove that point home. She’d stayed too long. Taken things too far. There would be consequences.
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