Jesus, her ass rubbed right on my dick, reminding me how good it had felt to sleep next to her.
“Uncle Bastian,” a little voice whispered. I snapped my attention to my little niece who stared at us with stars in her eyes.
“She’s your princess.” Ivy’s chin rested on the back of her threaded hands as she sighed at what she thought she was witnessing. “I love her with you.”
Then the little girl plopped back down on the floor and pulled the covers up to her shoulders.
“Fuck me.” I groaned just as Cade came and scooped Ivy from the floor.
“I’ll take her to the spare and take your bed, considering you two don’t seem to be moving any time soon.”
“Fuck you,” I grumbled but Cade was already laughing his ass down the hallway with our niece in his arms.
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.
It might have been minutes or hours later when I felt her slide and pull me down with her. My eyes shot open, hands at her hips immediately. Those sapphire gems sparkled in the night’s dim light as she stared at me, biting her lower lip.
“Morina,” I warned, my voice low.
“Yes?”
“Don’t tempt me, ragazza. Our marriage contract is too important for that.”
“Your cock is the thing tempting me right now, Bastian.” She arched and her ass pressed against my sweatpants. “Plus I don't think the company has to get mixed up with our pleasure. I’m too wound up and used to getting some somewhere. You think we’re just going to hold out for six months? We could…you know…just this once or twice. It’s not like we haven’t before.”
“Morina Bailey.”
This time she smiled, a mischievous languid look in her eye. She was still a mixture of subconscious sleep and reality. She’d fallen victim to what she thought the dark could hide.
“You’ll regret this in the morning.” I closed my eyes and attempted to go to sleep.
Rustling made me open my eyes again. Her hand was between her thighs, her night shirt had ridden up, and suddenly I needed to know what was under it.
“Fuck, woman,” I ground out.
She didn’t stop, just arched her back and pushed her ass into my hard dick as she rode her own hand. Her gaze, blue as the deep water, locked over her shoulder onto mine. “Bastian, please…”
She might have been lost in her own ecstasy and dark dreams but now I was lost to her, a siren of beauty in the dim light who had hooked me. I gripped her hips but she slid my two fingers into her wet pussy.
“So wet for me, Morina?” I whispered.
She gasped but didn’t answer.
“Tell me it’s for me now so I can let you come.” I needed to hear it.
“Only for you.” She turned and whimpered into my neck as I slid another finger into her. I let her ride me as I stroked her clit and she bit my neck when she got off on my hand.
When she finally came down from her high, I don’t think she wanted to lift her head to meet my gaze. I saw the blush staining her cheeks even in the dark, even though she tried to hide just below my chin.
I slowly removed my hand. “Ragazza, look at me.”
She sighed, her breath small and soft before she did.
I made sure she caught how I put the fingers that got her off in my mouth. I tasted her finish on my skin, salty and sweet and fucking perfection. “You taste divine, love. Don’t ever be ashamed of that.”
Then I kissed her forehead.
“Bastian, I…”
I shook my head, my resolve about to snap. “I’m not sleeping with you, Morina. You need to go to bed.”
“You don’t want to get off too?”
Fuck me. “I want slide in and out of you over and over again. I want you to scream my name instead of you muffling your gasps against my neck. But I need you to trust me, ragazza. Now go to bed. Please.”
With that, I closed my eyes and pulled her thigh up around me. I’d sleep as close as possible to the woman I wanted but couldn’t have.
If I tempted myself enough, maybe I’d become immune.
Maybe in the morning, I’d rethink my plan of staying here. Morina was turning into the damn storm I’d been trying to avoid.
The morning would come and wake me from the fairytale of Morina’s little world.
We’d be back to reality very soon.
19
Morina
I snuggled into his chest even as I heard a little voice squealing from the kitchen area.
Chest?
Snuggled?
I snapped one eye open and realized I was tangled up on the couch with Bastian.
His strong tattooed arms held my waist like a vise, and his scruff nestled into my neck.
Goosebumps flew across my skin as he exhaled right on a sensitive spot near my collar bone.
My God, the man smelled good even in the morning and he felt even better with all his muscles up against mine.
He must have covered us up because thankfully, the warmth of a blanket was draped all the way up to my shoulders. It hid what was happening underneath which was a win, considering Ivy might have seen my thigh wrapped right around Bastian’s midsection. The way his hand was gripping it right near my ass was a little too X-rated for a four-year-old.
In the kitchen, Ivy squealed at Cade, who seemed to be putting together breakfast as I tried to quietly extricate myself from Bastian.
How could I have fallen asleep on him and then climbed him like that in the middle of the night?
And I’d lost my mind completely, trying to get myself off.
Except, God, I’d needed it.
In my defense, the files probably pushed my subconscious to its limits. It needed an outlet. I hadn’t surfed or hooked up with Bradley or done anything to relieve stress in days.
So, I’d done this instead. He could have indulged too. I wouldn’t have minded.
My thigh brushed up against Bastian’s length and I found myself biting my lip. I hadn’t forgotten how that felt inside me.
I whimpered a little at the thought of him licking his fingers clean last night and knowing I’d have to be around him for six months without any relief.
Bastian’s hand squeezed my thigh, and his eyes snapped open. All honey and molasses and caramel colored goodness.
“Whimpering when your body is against me, Morina, is asking for me to give you something to whimper about.”
Jesus. His voice. “Oh, my God. This is unfair,” I whispered and poked him in the chest.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t ever have to wake up to a man when I’m not getting all of him. And why does the man have to be you with your voice dripping in sex first thing in the morning?”
A rumble that must have been a laugh came from him.
I licked my lips, even more frustrated that his laugh sounded as good as it did. I shifted, ready to push off him and get up, but his hand squeezed my thigh again, signaling for me not to move.
I stared at him and then my eyes bounced between the kitchen and him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to sift through the part of my brain that is screaming that I need to take you to my room for a second alone with my fiancé.”