“In the bar, you said you only had a few hours. How many?” Godric questioned.
“Maybe two.” I wiggled beneath him. I unhooked my bra and let it fall off the side of the bed. “Maybe less.”
“Let’s make the best of it then,” Godric purred.
There was a slight draft coming from the air conditioner overhead, but the cool air would feel wonderful in just a few minutes. His muscles clenched as he pulled my pants down, my panties going with them. They were tossed aside, and I was naked before him.
Godric rose to his knees on the bed and gradually unbuckled his black belt. Hungry golden eyes stared down at my skin, eating up every secret spot on my body. His lips curved up at the edges, a hint of sensual delight. He was enjoying the view as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dress slacks.
I grinned in appreciation and sat up, pressing my palms to his chest. His warm pecs were dark compared to my porcelain skin. The pads of my fingers dipped over his hardened muscles; they were glorious and lethal, pure power all in one man. I peered up into his eyes as I played with one of his tiny brown nipples.
I whispered with honesty, “You are gorgeous.”
He pressed his lips lightly on my forehead, before removing the rest of his clothing. “The same could be said for you.”
I wasn’t prepared when he placed his right hand on the center of my chest and shoved me back flat on the bed. A shocked grunt escaped, and I stared at him wide-eyed. But he was already dipping his head to my breasts. He may have been right. He may be too much for me.
Except the man had a fantastic tongue. Godric’s mouth captured my left breast and sucked without remorse while one of his hands cupped my right one. His mouth and tongue tortured me on one side, and on the other, he was gentle and careful as he molded my flesh. His resulting groan had my eyes rolling up in my head, the cadence of his voice just as stimulating.
My hands lifted and my fingers threaded through his tawny hair. It was soft but not as soft as mine. Each fine strand had a coarseness to it that matched this man’s wicked ways. I hissed as his teeth latched onto my nipple with enough bite to make my muscles clench. Then he ran his pink tongue over the sting and sucked my nipple softly into his mouth.
I spread my legs and wrapped them around his body as his mouth traveled south down my stomach. His tongue circled my belly button three times before he nipped at the soft skin there. I giggled from the touch, a ticklish spot, and he fluttered his fingers over it while his face dipped between my thighs. I was stuck between wiggling and laughing or tossing my head back in a pleasured shout.
It came out as a choked groan, loud and long.
He snickered gently.
I smacked his forehead softly. “Mean.”
“More than you know,” he whispered.
Then his sinful mouth was on my core, and I couldn’t speak any longer. No complaints passed my lips. Every lap of his tongue, each moan rumbled from his chest, every flick of his finger against my clit elicited a shouting, shivering mess.
So much for being quiet.
His large, strong hands gripped my thighs and held them apart with ease when my legs clamped down on the sides of his head. My fingers clenched his hair, but he didn’t care. He only groaned more fiercely when I yanked his face closer, tightening my grip even further on his tawny curls.
“Quit teasing, Godric,” I panted.
His lips curved against my intimate flesh.
My body bowed hard off the bed, his mouth sucking fiercely on my clit and two of his fingers spearing up into my vaginal opening. The world ceased to exist, all noise disappeared as fire shot through my system, igniting pleasure in every cell of my body. My entire being shook as wave after wave of bliss pulled me under into the most enjoyable sated warmth.
My eyes opened wide when he abruptly lifted my body, as if I weighed nothing, and bashed my back against his headboard. I opened my mouth on a keening cry as he drove his cock—his thick and long as hell cock—up into my tight core. One thrust. Two. Three, and he was totally seated inside me.
He tensed to move, holding me close.
I smacked at his shoulder. And with a rapid breath, I sputtered, “Just a second. Wait, wait!”
Golden eyes full of lust pinned me in place—not like his huge cock wasn’t already. All of his beautiful muscles froze, barely constraining his need to keep going.
His nostrils flared, and he hissed as he said, “Are you shitting me, pet?”
I blinked my gaze of desire and shook my head quickly. I whispered as quietly as I could, “I’m not stopping-stopping you.” I jerked my head toward his door behind him, sensual sweat causing our bodies to slide against each other. A small amount of light from the hallway was peeking inside his room from the ajar door. “Your door is cracked open.”
CHAPTER FIVE
His striking eyes narrowed.
I froze like a mouse hunted by a cat.
Whoever had opened his door…
Well, I was glad I wasn’t that person.
He turned his head to the side, and barked, “What the fuck do you want, Jonathan?”
A throat cleared from outside. “Sir, we’ve been informed your meeting is finally scheduled; it’s in five minutes.”
Godric kept his attention turned to the side, glaring at the wall—no longer at me. He ground his teeth together even as his gripping arms around my legs pulled me closer, his cock pushing deeper into my channel. “Tell that goddamn asshole he can wait. And shut my door. Now.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. His cock was just the right size that the sensation was between pleasure and pain. Perfectly proportioned for my body.
Jonathan argued, “Sir, he stated—”
“I don’t give two fucks what he said.” Godric shouted, “Shut my damn door. Or I will bury your furry, motherfucking, unloyal, shit-for-brains ass so far in the ocean, no one will ever find you!”
The door clicked shut—quickly.