Page 143 of House of Lilith

And she wraps the sheet around herself and my breathing’s only starting to go back to normal, but expecting to be thrown out immediately, as per the ‘rules’, I move to start getting up.

But instead of pulling back to let me, she just shifts a little, as if to make herself more comfortable. And then she just keeps sitting there, in my lap, looking down as she starts playing with the folds in the sheet on her lap.

It makes my eyebrows pull down, but I sure as hell won’t be complaining.

So I just push myself up a little, making sure I keep her on me, and I lean back against the pillow, putting one hand behind my head and the other casually on her waist.

I clear my throat. “So, Romanov,” I start, my voice still a little unsteady.

She quirks an eyebrow at me and I decide to do it, to sniff around this little thing I couldn’t put out of my head while I was back home. “I was gone for two whole weeks and you didn’t reach for another fuck toy?” I ask teasingly. “Should I be flattered?”

“Glad to see you’re the same arrogant ass,” she drawls, but she does roll her eyes at me, her lips tugging into a little smile.

“Lemme guess,” I say as I throw her a smirk, “I’m also an idiot.”

To my surprise, that earns me a suspicious little squint.

“What?” I demand, smiling and not letting her look away. “You think you have to say it for me to hear it?”

And I give her waist a little pinch, making her squirm and slap my hand away.

But then she turns serious, my ears immediately pricking up.

“Whywereyou gone?” she asks, flatly, as she looks down at the fabric she’s playing with.

“Had some stuff to take care of,” I say as I start stroking the smooth skin of her arm.

“Could youbeany vaguer?”

That makes me turn my eyes back up to her, my eyebrows pulling down.

She’s a little flushed as she says, “It’s just… ‘Stuff to take care of’ could mean anything from doing your annual checkups to spending time with an old flame.” She pauses for a second before she adds, a little breathlessly, “For example.”

Old flame?

Frowning, I open my mouth to ask what she’s talking about.

But the next thing I know, she’s shifting in my lap, and I have her arms around my shoulders and her lips pressed to mine.

For a second, it makes my frown grow deeper, but then my mind goes blank and I’m sliding my tongue inside her mouth and wrapping my arms around her, all my focus back on her lips, her waist, her skin.

And she doesn’t stop kissing me, but now she’s touching me as well, her fingers brushing and her palms stroking the skin of my chest, my arms, my neck. It feels so good, what she’s doing to me, that it makes my heart throb and my muscles go limp all at the same time.

And what I need right now is to get rid of that sheet and feel her naked against me again, but I never get a second round so I can’t be getting my hopes up like that.

Not until I feel it out.

“You keep that up, Romanov,” I say as I pull away a little, and my voice is low and rough, but I make my tone as nonchalant as possible, “you’ll just get yourself another pounding.”

And I can see by the look in her eyes and the flush on her face that she was into it, but she just pulls away and frowns a little, seemingly snapping out of it.

Damnit, I think as I move my hands down to her waist.

Still, she doesn’t get off me. And she doesn’t stop tracing lines on my chest with her fingers, keeping my muscles limp and my skin rippling with pleasure.

“What’s this?” she asks when she reaches the scar above my hip. And she doesn’t look up. She just keeps tracing little circles around it.

“A bad memory,” I say, teasingly, as I try to pull her to me.

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