Oh man.
“Lahn,” I breathed as he rolled on top of me, I was already turned on because I suddenly found myself naked under my king’s fantastic, heavy, warm body and from the hot look in his eyes.
His big hands trailed swiftly down the backs of my thighs then they yanked up. “You forgive me,” he growled.
“Uh… yeah, awhile ago. I’m just a –”
I didn’t finish because his mouth took mine in a searing kiss, a wet one, a deep one, a long one and a very, very hot one.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He tore his mouth from mine and I finished my sentence on a dazed, breathless, “Dork.”
“I do not know what that is, my doe, but I do not care,” he whispered against my lips as his fingers slid through the wetness gathering between my legs and then his lips slid to my ear. “I will
try to be gentle but since I took my first at the age of twelve, I have never waited this long. Nowhere near. I do not think I can.”
I pressed into his hand, tugged at the ties on his hides, turned my head and whispered in his ear, “Don’t bother with gentle, honey, I just want to feel you again.”
He didn’t wait to be asked twice and there he was.
Oh yeah.
God, I loved the feel of my husband.
“Yes,” I whispered and that was all I could say, his mouth came back to mine, his hips drove in, hard, fast, uncontrolled, my thighs pressed tight to his sides as one arm held fast around his muscled back and the other hand pulled out his plait and slid into his my gorgeous hair.
I knew he struggled, I felt it but my Lahn, like always, held on until it hit me, hot, hard and piercing, and I cried out into his mouth, my limbs tightening then he let go, his growled release mingling with mine.
Oh yeah.
I was right there, right where I needed to be.
I was home.
After we both recovered, Lahn stayed planted deep as his mouth trailed to my ear.
“You love me,” he whispered there and my limbs tightened.
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
“Say it,” he growled and I closed my eyes and turned my head so my lips were at his ear.
“I love you, baby.”
I barely got the words out before his head came up and his mouth came back down on mine. This kiss was slow, gentle and sweet as well as wet and deep.
When he broke the connection of our mouths, he rested his forehead on mine and my hand slid from his hair to cup his bearded jaw.
“I’m sorry, honey,” I said quietly and he closed his eyes, the pads of my fingers dug in and he opened them again. “I left it too long and the longer I left it, the harder –”
“Okay, my Circe,” he cut me off, tipped his chin to touch his mouth to mine, he rolled to his back so I was on top and his arms were tight around me. “Okay,” he whispered in my ear.
Okay.
Man, I loved it when he said that.
Yep, I was a dork.
But I could not let it go at that. He was my Lahn and he deserved more so I lifted my head and one of his hands came up to pull my hair back and hold it bunched at the back of my head.
“I’m glad you think it’s okay, baby, but I need to know you understand I’m sorry,” I said softly.
“I understand,” Lahn returned, his voice as gentle as his handsome face.
I licked my lips and shared, “I missed you,” I closed my eyes, tipped my head and dropped it so my forehead was on his and then I opened them, saw the warm softness in his dark ones and continued,
“I missed you when I was gone and I missed you when you brought me back.”
Lahn didn’t reply but his arm around me squeezed.
My hand still at his jaw, I swept my thumb over his beautiful lips as I said quietly, “I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”
His eyes closed slowly and his hand in my hair tipped my face so I would touch my mouth against his then he released me and I lifted my head away just an inch.
“Are we good?” I whispered.
