Page 66 of Lorcan's Obsession

At last, coated in sweat and arousal, we both settled back down under the covers. I cuddled her as we fell into a deeply refreshing slumber. When the sun peeked over the rosy dunes, I awoke first. I ordered us both breakfast in bed, then woke her up by nosing a freshly brewed espresso in front of her nostrils.

“Wakey, wakey, beautiful.”

Tristen groaned, holding the covers tighter around her lithe body. “I’m all shagged out, Lorcan.’’

“You brought it up, not me,” I answered innocently. “I was just bringing my gorgeous sleepyhead a cuppa joe.” I kissed her temple and she turned to face me. "It's almost midday. Did you want to go sightseeing today?"

She brushed her chocolate twirls from her face before saying, "I was thinking we should stay an extra night. I want you to myself for a little while longer."

The cuppa joe nearly met its fate on the floor. I carefully placed the tiny cup on the nightstand before the espresso slipped from my hand in surprise. This was progress. Great progress. Sitting next to her on the bed, I wrapped my arm around her and tipped her chin.

“Our story doesn't end here, you know that. I want to see you again soon or talk before our next wild getaway. Can we make that happen?”

She nodded in agreement, handing me her unlocked phone to input my number. Once I confirmed I had her real number (couldn't be too careful), I saved my contact on her phone. With a grin, I passed it to her.

“‘My Future Boyfriend’? Lorcan!” She swatted my arm playfully. “I don’t do boyfriends, remember?”

“The word ‘future’ mean anything to you?”

“Yes. But even then, it won’t happen.”

I couldn’t push my luck. Her expression had turned from playful to serious in two sentences. Better to cash my win and return to this little game later.

The rest of our getaway was dreamy. We spent the next day making love, eating food off of each other, and fucking as deeply as Tristen’s sore pussy would allow. On the day of our departure, Tristen said she was too exhausted to freshen up or walk to the car. The image of her carrying my cum and wearing my scent made me hard all over again. "Wanna go to my place or yours?" I asked.

Maybe she would tell me to drop her home, then I could have her address under my belt. Obviously, that was too much to hope for. Instead, Tris asked me to drop her off at her friend Kora’s apartment, as they "had a mani-pedi date."

She was blowing me off. Subtly, politely, but it was there. But I could handle the soft rebuff. I’d already scored a great fuck and a phone number from a woman who "didn’t do boyfriends" in one weekend. As far as I was concerned, I was the cat that got the cream. Besides, knowing where one of her best friends lived was something that could come in handy down the line.

Looks like today wouldn’t be the day I found out everything about Tristen Morgana.

But I was definitely three steps closer.

25

DIVERGENCE

When Lorcan dropped me off at Kora’s apartment, I couldn’t help but draw out the moment. He was the embodiment of power and seduction, and the man had just given me the best shag of my life.

“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” I cooed, brushing my pink, swollen lips against his and getting drunk on his heady scent.

“That makes the two of us,” Lorcan answered, winding his fingers through my hair and tugging on the caramel locks.

I groaned and tilted back my head, exposing my neck for more hot kisses, waiting for him to mark me up and—

“You two! My neighbors have kids,” Kora yelled. “If you gotta get it on, do it in my guest room, and change the sheets!”

The pitter-patter of her bare feet faded as she walked away from her open-plan kitchen to the living room.

“I should probably go,” Lorcan whispered, carnal hunger still twinkling in his eyes. “I want your friends to like me, not resent me.”

“Kora can fuck herself for a minute. Don’t worry about her,” I answered, running my hands along his stone-hard abs. I wasn’t rushing this goodbye. “She can be scary every once in a while, but her heart and brain are a damn bowl of Jell-O.”

"I heard that!"

We chuckled at Kora’s grumblings, our faces touching tenderly.

“I’ll call you tonight, babe.”

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