Page 38 of Bad Guys Need Love Too

That’s when she gave up trying to keep her weight off him (thank God) and ground her hips down on his face. Straining againstthe cuffs and rope, he swiped his tongue up her center, circling her clit with the tip.

Lark jerked above him, crying out, rocking restlessly against him. “Oh, please,” she groaned.

“Please, what, baby?” He sucked her clit into his mouth, doing his best to ignore the ache in his cock. This night wasn’t about him. It was about letting Lark take control of her own pleasure. Besides, making her come on his tongue would undoubtedly be the greatest privilege of his life. He couldn’t think of a single fucking thing he’d ever done to deserve this honor.

But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to take it.

She shifted her hands from the headboard into his hair. “Oh…fuck…please make me…”

He could only assume she’d been about to saycome, because that’s when her body stiffened against him. Her thighs clamped around his head, and she wailed his name, long and loud enough that anyone listening would think he was killing her.

In that moment, the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her…it was his air. She was the only thing he needed to survive.

That’s when he realized he’d miscalculated. He thought he’d be able to give her pleasure and keep emotions out of it. He thought if she wanted nothing to do with him when this whole mess was sorted out, he’d be strong enough to let her go.

What a joke.

He’d had one taste of her. That was all he’d needed to know the truth.

There was no walking away. Not for either of them.

Mine.

Lark collapsed, panting and sweating, on the bed next to Ren.

She’d had orgasms before. They were always pleasant. Especially the ones she’d given herself. But what she’d just experienced? What Ren had just given her?

Life altering.

She’d come so hard that every muscle in her body had clamped down. She’d come so hard she was pretty sure she was dehydrated. Could she even feel her legs anymore? Maybe. But only a little.

Ruined. That’s what she was. She was officially ruined for all other men. That thought should probably scare the crap out of her.

But it didn’t. Not in the slightest.

“What’s next, baby?” he asked.

She wasn’t normally a fan of nicknames. Neal calling her doodlebug had made sure of that. But she liked it when Ren called her baby.

She liked ita lot.

Which didn’t necessarily mean she was ready to give up control just yet. Not when she was having so much fun.

Instead, under hisverywatchful eyes, she got up and slowly untied his ankles. The hitch in his breath when she shifted to unbutton his jeans made her own breathing quicken in response.

Then it stalled out entirely when she tugged his pants down and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Holy. Fuck.

She busied herself with getting the pants off his ankles and tossing them onto the floor while she gathered her courage. Could she really do this? Could she leave him cuffed to the bed and have her way with him?

Glancing up—and up and up—the length of thick thighs, she finally got her first look at his cock.

Yep. She could definitely do this. The only question was whether she could take all of that into her body without it rearranging her uterus.

But that was a risk she was ready to take.

Very,veryready.

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