Maybe I’ll find more oatmeal in the fridge that I can heat.
“Is the patient sleeping?” Gideon asks me as I enter the kitchen.
“He is.”
“In all the years I have known him, I have never known him to sleep this much.”
“To be honest, before this, I would have thought him an evil vampire who never slept.”
“He just feeds off the blood of innocents.”
“More like feeds off the blood of his enemies.”
“That sounds more like him.”
We both laugh.
“What’s to eat around this place?”
“I can have someone make you food. We’re pretty short on staff right now as we had everyone go on vacation and are operating with merely a skeleton crew for safety reasons, but I’m sure someone can cook.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can cook. I’ll just make myself at home.”
“You do that.”
Gideon stands from the table and makes his way out the door. I walk over to the stainless-steel fridge, open it, and start to rummage through all the food in an attempt to figure out what I’m going to eat. I settle on eggs. Those are easy, and I can’t possibly screw it up and burn down the house.
Pulling out the carton and a stick of butter, I then search for a pan.
This kitchen is huge. It could hold five of my kitchens within it. It takes me a full five minutes to find the pan and figure out how to turn the stove on. Apparently, the panel is hidden.
High-maintenance much?
Luckily, no one was here to see me fussing about. Although I am quite positive there are security cameras, something tells me they are probably not watching me cook. Or at least one can hope.
I crack the eggs and get to work.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I feel a presence behind me.
At first, my breath catches in my chest, but when his cologne wafts in the air, I relax as he steps up behind me.
This whole time he’s been sleeping, I wasn’t sure if he’d still remember what happened before he crashed or if it would be forgotten as just something that happened under the pressure and pain of being shot. But as his lips find my neck and he places a kiss there, I know he didn’t. Tiny goose bumps break out across my skin, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He takes that opportunity to move back and look down at me.
“Thank you for yesterday and this morning.”
“Of course.”
“Are they almost done?” He gestures to the stove.
“Yeah, only a few more seconds.”
“I’ll get you a plate.” From behind me, I hear him moving around, and when the eggs are ready, there is a fork and plate beside me.
“Thank you.” I place the food on the plate and head toward the table.
“Now eat your eggs,” he orders playfully, sitting down in the chair beside me.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you some?” I move to stand, but he places his hand on mine and shakes his head.
“No.”
“But you just said . . . ?” I trail off, eyebrows lifted in confusion.
“I know what I said, Skye, but that’s not at all what I’m hungry for.”
My lips form an O.
“Eat. I’m not a patient man. And I have been waiting over twenty-four hours to finish what I started.”
“It’s not my fault you fell asleep.”
“Skye . . .” he warns. “Eat.”
I take one bite, but as I swallow, I find that I don’t want eggs, either. “I’m no longer hungry.”
“Good answer.”
Then his lips are on mine.
40
Tobias
Pulling away, I look down at her, silently asking a question. She nods at my unspoken words. I take her hand in mine and lead her toward my room. Once inside, I pull her toward me once again.
“I need you,” she says, her voice merely a whisper. I lift her shirt off. She kicks her pants down desperately. Once she’s fully naked, she stands before me, beautiful and proud and absolutely fucking delicious.
“Fuck.”
She’s gorgeous.
My cock jumps to attention as I trail a path up her body with my gaze.
Looking at her should be illegal. Then again, I do have a passion for playing on the wrong side of the law.
She’s the type of woman that wars are started for. Men would kill to protect her.
I already have.
I’d do anything for Skye, including die.
“You have too many clothes on,” she grins, and I move to remove my pants. My shirt is already gone.
Now naked, I reach over to my side table and pull out a condom.
Skye watches my every move. She swallows, then licks her lips as I run my hand up my cock, then slide the condom on.
Sliding my hand up her bare leg, I part her and rub circles on her clit.
Knowing what she needs, I push one finger inside her. She’s warm and wet, and I can’t wait to fuck her.
She whimpers.
“You like that?”
She doesn’t answer, but her hips lift.
“Words, Skye.” With each deep thrust of my finger, her breathing becomes heavier.
“Do you want to come on my hand . . . or my cock?”
A desperate plea escapes her lips at my question, and I capture the sound with my mouth, sliding my tongue across hers as she whimpers. She is close, her muscles squeezing the shit out of my finger, and I don’t know how someone so tight can take my entire cock. Then before she does, I remove my hand, lift it to my mouth, and lick it clean.
“Bed. Now.”
Stepping forward, I push Skye back with my body until she hits the bed and falls backward. Her lips part. I climb on top of her and rub the head of my cock against her slit.
She answers by lifting her hips, trying to get me inside her.
With one sudden thrust, I’m fully engulfed in her heat. I push all the way inside her to the hilt. Her grip tightens around me as I retract and then push back in. I keep up a slow, leisurely pace, pleasure rippling through my body. Fuck, she feels good. She tightens her arms around me, her nails biting into my skin with each thrust.
Time has no meaning. I don’t know how much has passed, but I’m lost to the sensation of being inside her. Our bodies are so tightly entwined, I don’t know where she ends, and I begin. She claws at my back each time I retract from her, and each time I drive back in, she gasps.
She begs and pants. Pleading me with her sighs to fuck her harder.
I pick up my pace. I pull out, then slam back in.
Hard. Fast. I give her exactly what she needs and wants. My pace is brutal. The slapping of our bodies is primal. I feel desperate, as if I waited my whole fucking life for this. It’s as if I’m lost. I’m the goddamn paper airplane, flying, and she’s the fucking sky.
That’s when it happens, the telltale clenching of her inner walls, and sensation takes root inside me. I try to hold back and wait for her to find release.
“Let it go, baby. Come on my cock.”
And when she does, I let go at the same time.
“So good,” I rasp.
I lose myself completely, finishing inside her. We both lie back, breathing heavily as we catch our breaths, fully satisfied, and sated. Together, entwined in each other’s arms, neither of us moves.