Page 89 of A Forgotten Promise

I blink and look away, covering my face, feeling strangely exposed. More than I was when he went down on me, or fucked me on the stairs.

My heart hammers in my chest, looking for ways to escape. When he’s satisfied, something rattles, and I hear liquid sloshing. I lift my arm, peeking.

“This will sting a bit.” His voice is almost apologetic.

He sprays something on my knee and, fuck, it smarts. He uses the towel to gently dab around my knee. I sit up, and shit, my skin is chafed.

“How did you even notice?” I lean forward and blow on it. I didn’t even know I was scratched.

“I see you.” He shrugs, throws the towel to the floor, and dives into the mattress.

Wrapping his arms around me, he arranges me by his side and takes my lips. Oh my.

I see you.

I don’t know what to do with that simple statement, so I channel my shock into the kiss. Corm’s hands roam up my rib cage, and I moan into his mouth as he cups my breast. I have small breasts, and his hand is huge, but somehow, it’s a perfect fit.

He dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. And while he ravishes my breasts, taking his time, I let my hands discover his body, his sculpted back, his brawny biceps, his firm ass.

This man is perfection. There is a lot to hate about him, but his body is a thing to admire.

“Oh,” I moan as he bites me playfully.

“Are you sore, The Morrigan?”

Jesus, that Irish accent. “Not enough yet.” I smile at him.

“Well then, let’s correct that.”

“I miss Coco,” I murmur into his chest. We’ve fucked so many times, I’ve lost count already. I’m thoroughly dazed and relaxed.

“Who is Coco?”

“The kitten.”

“You held her for half an hour and you miss her?” And there we go with his tone again.

“I had your cock inside me five minutes ago, and I miss that already.”

He slaps me playfully. “You can have my cock anytime.”

“Can I have the kitten?”

“No.” The answer is so resolute, I push away from him.

“Why not?” I lie on my back, folding my arms across my chest.

“Ethel said she is too young.” He turns to his side, propping his head on his hand.

“How do you know? You were out with Betsy when she said that.”

“I asked her during the tour.” He bites my shoulder.

“Why did you ask her?” I turn to him, all excited.

“Do you really want a kitten? We need to ask Livia if she is okay with that.”

“I will take care of her, not Livia.” I rake my fingers through his hair above his ear, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

---