“Baby, as long as you’re interested, I’m ready.”
Persephone’s smile went all slow and sultry, like she was already thinking dirty thoughts. He swallowed a groan. She had no idea what she could do to him with just a look, just a single word. He retreated, though, and moved away so he could deal with the condom and clean her up a bit first. She watched him, more curious than anything, but her eyes softened when he returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth so he could wipe her thighs.
He got a little distracted with swiping over her slit and teasing her clit with the rougher texture of the washcloth. She squirmed and sighed and her legs fell open in invitation. Dodge grinned and climbed on the mattress over her, already thinking of the new ways they could join. There weren’t enough hours in the night to feel complete or sated, but he’d do his best to wear her out and make sure she knew how much he loved her.
Chapter 27
Percy
Ilost track of how many times I came. It was like being in bed with a machine. I could glance in his direction and he was immediately hard, even if he’d just finished a few minutes before. I could hardly move, limp and exhausted from orgasm after orgasm, by the time we dozed in a tangle of damp sheets.
Dodge curled up around me, a warm and slightly sweaty blanket, as I sank into a deep sleep.
No dreams bothered me, but it was too soon that a phone rang and Dodge answered with an annoyed growl. He listened for a while, then dropped the phone without another word. I tried to sit up but my abs ached from the workout they’d gotten over the previous few hours. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, wanting to curl back up and get more sleep. Or maybe tease Dodge into an interlude in the shower, since we both needed to get clean. “What is it?”
He rolled toward me and flopped an arm and leg over me, dragging me under him. He nuzzled into my hair and exhaled a huff of air. “Evershaw. Detective has something to talk about.”
“Then, uh, should we get up?” His arm was a dead weight across my chest. I might as well have had a tree trunk pinning me down.
“Not yet.” Dodge grumbled and pulled me even more underneath him, trying to surround me with his body. “Sleep.”
“When is she going to be here?”
“Dunno.”
I rolled my eyes and swallowed my exasperation. “You aren’t a morning person, hm?”
“Not when someone keeps me up all night with their hollering and thrashing around.”
I laughed, managing to smack his shoulder. “Come on,youdid quite a bit of hollering, too.”
He kissed my shoulder but put his head back down on the pillow. “Not how I remember it at all.”
I bit my lip and adjusted how I lay under him, moving just enough that...
His body reacted immediately, his cock hardening against my hip, though his eyes remained closed. A slow smile spread across Dodge’s face, and he sighed. “Naughty girl. Are you trying to kill me?”
“You’re the one who’s talking a big game,” I murmured. It didn’t take much to reach down and stroke him. Dodge lifted his hips and moved to help me get access, and that low rumble started in his chest. It reminded me of purring, the wolf version of it.
His arm tightened around me and his weight shifted until he was all the way over me, his elbows pressing into the mattress next to my shoulders. I arched an eyebrow as he finally opened his eyes. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning,” he grumbled. His hips dipped and the length of his cock slid between my thighs in a delicious thrust that put just the right friction on the most sensitive spots.
I sighed and arched my back, working my fingers into his already wild hair, and dragged his mouth down to my breasts. I’d learned he didn’t mind being told what to do or put right where I wanted him to be. He seemed to enjoy it, even, since the volume and intensity of his growls increased when I put his hand on the right spot and told him exactly how to touch my breasts. And he sure as hell enjoyed the dirty talk, narrating how much he liked what I did, how beautiful I was, how he wanted to fuck me every hour of every day for the rest of his life. He offered no critique, no suggestions on what to do differently. Just wild enthusiasm no matter what I did.
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning too loudly, since the rest of the house was awake. I couldn’t think too long about whether anyone else had heard us without getting shy and embarrassed, and Dodge would grumble and do his best to distract me. I drew my knees up so his hips settled closer, his cock nudging at just the right spot, and I sighed and moved to meet him.
Dodge moved slow and easy, murmuring every dirty thought he had about me in my ear as he thrust and withdrew. Heat built between us and raced through me as he paused to rotate his hips, driving himself into every inch of my sheath, and my head fell back against the pillow. He dragged his teeth down my throat and said in a thick voice, “You offer me such a gift.”
It didn’t make sense but I didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out what the hell he meant. Waves of ecstasy built low in my stomach and began to spread. My toes curled and I lifted to meet Dodge’s leisurely pace. Raking my nails down his sides had convinced him to go faster the night before, and it worked the same in the morning.
We tangled together and strained to climax, managing to peak at almost the same time, though Dodge kept moving after I went limp on the bed. He liked to ride out every last bit of his climax, maybe trying to encourage more for me, and slowly lowered himself back down on me. My fingers worked into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he turned into the caress with another grumble. “Now we’re going to be late.”
“If you weren’t so easily distractible, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
He snorted and started to roll away. “Not my fault you can’t keep your hands off me, you greedy girl. You’ll just have to – ah, shit.”
I blinked, since I hadn’t expected the teasing to end there, and once more tried to sit. “What?”
