“I know,” Lucy said, immediately sobering at the reminder of how lucky they were to make their way to each other at all. Leaning forward, she dropped a kiss on his forehead, smoothing back the dark curls that seemed to have a mind of their own. “I’m serious though. I’m running out of clothes.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. Pointing at the discarded pile of shirts on the bed, he let out a sigh. “The green one is the one that calls my attention the least when it comes to your breasts, so that should be the safest one for you to wear this evening.”
“Oh, it should be the safest huh?” she teased, whipping off the red sweater and replacing it with the green long-sleeved shirt he suggested. Ignoring the sound of his tortured groan the entire time it took her to make the change.
Which was just a tad longer than normal.
“You’re killing me, mate!” Sparx fell back dramatically on the bed, his arms flopping to the side.
“Oh, stop it,” she laughed, leaning over to smack the hard belly he’d bared.
Moving so fast she was unable to stop the scream of surprise from erupting out of her throat, Sparx grabbed her and pulled her down into his arms. Rolling over until he was poised above her, he ran a hand up her hip.
“I like these,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His fingers teased the waistband of her leggings, tugging on the elastic.
“Thanks,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at his attempt to lure her into bed again. “We’re going to be late.”
“We don’t have to go,” he argued again, his hand leaving her waistband. Stroking her hip, he tried to tempt her some more. “In fact, they’re not even expecting us to show up. We’re newly mated. New mates normally don’t come out of their rooms for days—sometimes weeks—after they first meet. And your ankle needs to rest longer. You’re barely able to walk around.”
“First, you’ve already told me that you’re going to be carrying me the moment we leave here, so I think it’s safe to say my ankle won’t be a problem. Second, if we stay in here any longer, my vagina is going to break.”
Lucy bit her lip to stop a laugh from escaping at Sparx’s reaction to her words. The way he was frowning, she would have thought she’d run over his dog. And then backed up and ran over it again.
“I’ll—”
“Babe,” Lucy cut him off. Having already been talked back into bed not once, but twice already. “My nether regions have been miffed at me since the third time we let you sweet talk me. Let’s just say that whatever action she saw before we met you was infrequent and not nearly as noteworthy.”
Sparx growled above her, dropping his hips possessively against her own as if he were physically going to block any other dicks from having her.
Lucy sucked in a breath of air at the tempting contact before smacking his shoulder with the palm of her hand. “See! That’s exactly what I mean. I know my willpower when it comes to that smile and your abs. Staying in here with you would kill me.”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to feed you any more of my cock until you’ve had a chance to recover,” Sparx shot back. His gorgeous eyes twinkled in her plain hazel ones as he teased her.
“Feed me?” she sputtered before snapping her lips closed at the visual he’d created. The idea made her mouth water before she was able to shake it out of her head. “If that’s not the case, you should probably let your little friend know.” Raising her hips, she bumped the thick erection that was nudging her thigh. “He’s knocking at my door ready to serve me some sausage, if ya know what I mean.”
Sparx gave her a startled look before letting out a frustrated breath of his own. “He’s not anywhere near little, and your sore pussy can attest to that. I just—” He looked away, his eyes darting to the sheets beside her head. As if he were embarrassed about what he was about to say.
“I want to keep you to myself for just a little while longer. Right here in this room, it’s just the two of us. I don’t want to share you just yet.” Thick fingers smoothed back the hair around her temples as he explained. Touching her tenderly as if she were some sort of treasure he needed to tend to. “I know that if I take you out there, everyone will be asking questions. The men, the women. They will all be curious about the new Lady of Fyeir. I just—I’m not ready for all of that to happen just yet. I’m greedy for you.”
“Oh, well, that’s swee—”
“Plus,” he interrupted, his smile going from innocent to wicked in a heartbeat, “even if I didn’t plan on letting you have any more of my dick, I still was going to feast on that sweet pussy the rest of the day.”
Lucy’s mouth fell open in shock at the speed of which Sparx went from zero to sixty.
“What?” he asked, his big body shrugging over hers. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought of getting my mouth on that set of pretty lips you have between your legs.”
“Dear Lord,” she groaned, closing her eyes. She didn’t think her heart could take it. “He’s a dirty talker. I don’t think I can handle it.”
“Huh?”
Lucy opened her eyes to stare at the confused man above her. “You’re too much, you know that? That body, your delicious smell,” she said, taking an exaggerated sniff of the chest above her. “Walking around looking like that, smelling like fresh snickerdoodles. It should be illegal.” She rubbed her nose along his neck, drinking in the scent that she’d quickly become addicted to. “I can barely handle you as it is, and you go and add talking dirty to me?”
“Do you like it?” He teased her with his words,
