Page 41 of Lyon

“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered against my ear, her breath warm, enticing.

“Where’s Holly?” I asked, my voice already rough with need.

“I sent her home for the night.” She grinned mischievously. “Because my sweetheart is staying with me.”

Desire surged through me, but reality tugged at the back of my mind.

“When do you have to leave?” she asked, running her fingers over my jaw.

“Early.” I exhaled, fighting the pull of her. “Let me grab the Chinese food from the truck.”

She pouted but kissed me anyway. “We can heat it later. If you have to leave early… we need to make the most of tonight.” Her voice dipped into something sultry. “We’ve waited long enough.”

Hell.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

After tossingthe food in the kitchen, I lifted her into my arms and carried her straight to the bedroom.

No more waiting.

She wore a simple T-shirt dress—something that took no effort at all to remove. I pulled it over her head, and she stood naked before me, her body perfect, soft, and mine.

I ran my hands over her skin, careful of the smaller cast still on her arm. But Niki was impatient. She reached for my shirt, trying to pull it over my head, but her cast kept bumping my nose.

I laughed. “You trying to knock me out, sweetheart?”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, determined.

I ripped the shirt off myself before she could try again, then picked her up and laid her across the bed.

Her fingers skimmed over my waistband. “Take them off,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to see all of you. I’ve waited for this moment since I first saw you in thatdamndesert.”

I was burning up, seconds from losing control.

Apparently, I wasn’t moving fast enough.

Niki took matters into her own hands, shoving my pants down. I kicked them the rest of the way off, my eyes locked on hers.

The second I touched her, she gasped, her body arching. My mouth traced the inside of her thigh, savoring the way she trembled beneath me. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.

Her moans filled the room as I devoured her, my hands memorizing every inch of her.

I wanted to hear her scream my name.

I wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

Our bodies moved in sync, desperate, hungry,right.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting in a dance that mirrored what was to come. My hands tangled in herthick, gorgeous hair, and hers roamed my body like she was memorizing me.

I slid my mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple as she gasped and gripped my shoulders.

God, I wasstarvingfor her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

She didn’t have to ask twice.

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