Page 43 of Sinful Skulls
“Yes.”
He growls before delivering the next.
I grunt, my hips bumping against the padding of the bench. That one had something new behind it.
“Another?”
“Yes, please.”
His hand meets my ass before I finish the word.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasp.
He crouches in front of my face as one of his hands continues to rub the sting from my butt. We stare into each other’s eyes.
“How are you feeling now?” he asks after several minutes.
“Wanting more.” I smile at him sleepily.
He laughs lightly and places his palm on the side of my face. “I think that’s enough for today. We need to have a few more discussions before we really get into it. Let’s eat and then get some sleep. I’m getting tired.”
My grin widens. “You’re lying. You just want me to rest.”
“Smart girl.”
Chapter Sixteen
Brody
Once she’s asleep, I slip out to the patio for a smoke. My mind drifts to the fully-clothed teaser scene we had today. Fuck, it makes me smile like a damn fool.
I’m one lucky son of a bitch. You don’t stumble across women like Daisy often, if ever.
I had a quick conversation with Jackson earlier, letting him know I’m going to be going dark for a few weeks. He gave me his blessing, so we’re all good there. I do wish Daisy would at least message her parents to let them know she’s okay. They have to be worried about her.
I’ll work on her more in the coming days.
When I’m finished smoking, I explore the cabin a little more. They have every kinky thing you can think of here. I run my hand over the leather bench I found her trying out today. It was a heart stopping discovery. My gaze roams the room, wondering what things intrigued her.
She’s still sleeping when I get back to bed. I pull her close, and she naturally curls around me. It feels so good, I’m reluctant to fall asleep. I try to stay awake, but her soft breathing lulls me, and my eyes fall closed.
It’s the best sleep of my life.
I keep my eyes closed when she begins to stir the next morning. Fuck, I don’t even want to leave this bed. The reviews were no joke. This bed is ridiculously comfortable.
Her nails rake over my stomach, and I flinch. She smiles against my skin, and her hand slides lower and lower. I’m curious to see how brave she’s going to be this morning.
She slips it into my boxers, pulling it back out when she finds me hard as a damn rock.
“Holy hell,” she whispers, but eventually her fingertips tiptoe their way back to it.
My eyes roll behind my eyelids when she wraps her fist around me. The groan I release doesn’t startle her.
“I knew you were faking,” she says, giggling, but her hand doesn’t abandon its mission.
I shove the blanket down so I can watch her hand slide over my cock. She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispers, her cheeks turning pink.
