Then he left again. She could hear the coffee machine working. Something sizzled. The smell of bacon cooking made her stomach grumble.
But right then, she couldn’t seem to care much.
Then he came back to her, pushing her legs even wider as he ran his tongue over her entrance. He dipped it in just slightly before moving it higher to flick at her clit. By now, she was wriggling on the counter, her cries filling the room. Her thighs were tense, her need to come like nothing she’d felt before.
When he moved away this time, she let out a cry of frustration. “No, no, please!”
“Please what?” He appeared next to her head, bending over her to lick at her nipple. “Please leave you alone? Please play with your nipples? Please kiss you? You must tell me what you want.”
Right. She had to ask him. All she had to do was ask and he’d give it to her, right? As long as she wasn’t in danger.
“Please make me come!” she blurted out.
Then he kissed her mouth. “All you had to do was say so.”
Returning to the other side of the counter, he raised her legs so they were up over his shoulders then he feasted on her until she came with a scream, her orgasm so intense that tears actually leaked from her eyes.
And as he brought her down with light licks of his tongue, she felt the room spinning slightly. She was dazed. Boneless.
He drew back. A worried look filled his face. “Are you okay, Mari-girl?” He wiped away her tears.
“Yeah. Just really happy.”
“Good.” He kissed her gently. “Because so am I.”
After putting the T-shirt back on her, Linc sent her off to take her insulin. When she returned, he insisted that she sit on his lap and let him feed her. He fed them both from the one plate. Small bites of egg and bacon. Bits of toast with butter.
Maybe she should have felt self-conscious being fed this way. Instead she leaned against his chest and felt . . .
Cherished.
She’d also become all too aware of the hard cock pressing against her throughout breakfast. That had to hurt, right? He’d gotten her off several times now and hadn’t come himself. Well, except for taking himself in hand in the shower last night.
Damn, she still wished she’d seen that.
After breakfast, he wouldn’t let her help clean up.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”
“Help cook or help me?” he teased.
She blushed as she realized she’d been staring at his cock which was pressed against his pajama pants.
“Umm, both?” she managed to squeak out.
He laughed. “You are so precious.” He leaned down and cupped her chin. “Thank you for offering, but Little girls stay out of the way in the kitchen unless they’re given specific chores. And as for the other, well, as nice as the offer is, we have other things today and a hard-on never killed anyone. I hope.” He winked, making her giggle.
“Now, you go take a shower and get dressed while I clean up. You can wear panties since we’re going out to see Doc later.”
He kissed her. It was a long, hard kiss that made her want to beg him to join her in the shower.
When had she turned into such a sex fiend?
It had to be him. There was just something about him . . . it put her into overdrive. Maybe she should make that shower a cold one.
22
When she entered the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa, tapping on a tablet. “There she is.” He glanced up at her, running his gaze over her black yoga pants and the teal hoodie she was wearing.