“Aw-wite!” Lyon whooped, calling the dogs to follow him inside.
Nasa dropped a kiss on her hair and tugged her into motion. “I'll call for reinforcements on these little monsters, and then I'll run you a bath, no problem.”
Dillon slid her arm around him and bit back the urge to tell him she could run herself a bath, understanding he was insisting because he had every intention of following through on his promises. Making sure she wasn't in pain was important to him.
*****
After getting Lyon set up with his game, Nasa tagged Roar for the hand off so he could take care of Dillon.
Despite the fact a shit ton of work waited for him, Nasa couldn't pass up the opportunity to give her his complete focus.
She needed a bath to soothe her aches, and of course, he wanted her as relaxed as possible.
“C'mere, Tiger Lily,” he murmured, reeling her in by the grip he had on her ass, curling his other hand around her jaw to hold her steady for a kiss.
He kept at it until Dillon sagged against him, gripping at his cut with both hands.
“Now, scale of one to ten, how sore are you? Be honest.”
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him in a daze, her voice husky with desire. “Um… a uh... like a five. Maybe a seven if I sneeze.”
“Poor baby,” he crooned. “I should definitely kiss it better before your bath, hmm?” Nasa could see the anticipation light up her eyes, making the gold surrounding her irises flare brighter.
“Yes, please.” That breathless little please was sure to get her whatever the hell she wanted, anytime, anywhere. He sank back into her kiss as he walked her backward toward the bed, urging her to kick off her sneakers.
All it took to get her naked was to push the tiny straps down her shoulders, and her romper dropped to the floor in a heap. He made a mental note to buy more rompers for her. Lots more.
The dark blue lace of her bra looked gorgeous against the muted gold of her sun-kissed skin, but it looked even better framing her naked breasts when he pulled the fabric down.
He growled at her when Dillon reached around to undo the clasp, shaking his head as he bent to lick the tight buds of her swollen nipples.
“Leave it on. I like the way it looks.”
“Mmhm, kay.” She sighed, cradling him to her chest while he suckled gently, soaking up the sweet murmurs she gave in answer.
She hadn't worn the panties that matched her bra, and when he eased her down on the mattress, kissing his way down the center of her body, he discovered why.
The delicate petals of her pussy were swollen, still flushed with blood from all they'd done together last night.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, rubbing his thumbs into the tendons of her inner thighs, gently slicing his tongue between her flushed folds.
“Nope! No! Definitely not!” She gasped, giving a long, beautiful moan, and drew her feet up to the mattress, opening herself to him.
Nasa closed his lips around the swollen knot of her clit, painting circles across and around it until her moans turned to soft, mewling little Oh's.
He relinquished his treat only long enough to command her to pull her knees up to her chest.
The moment she obeyed, Nasa pushed his tongue into her soft, silky opening. He worshiped her with his mouth, fucked her, made love to her.
He watched her come apart, the sound of his name the last thing she said before the orgasm swept over her and left her shuddering, limp on the bed.
Nasa let her go with one last lick, thoroughly pleased with the way her body twitched and jumped beneath his nipping kisses as he crawled up to lay over her.
More than an orgasm, more than the pleasure of sinking inside her, the feeling of Dillon softening under his weight with a purring sigh was the best thing he'd experienced with her thus far.
It was trust and intimacy wrapped up in the most beautiful bow, cinched tight around his heart. When he pushed up on his elbow to look down at her, Dillon had a soft, sleepy smile on her face.
She looked like a rumpled kitten, her tiger eyes glimmering without a single shadow to dim their shine.
“I want you to stay.” The words rolled off his tongue with ease comfortably, without hesitation or regret.
She gave a lazy blink, her smile deepening as she slipped her palms beneath his shirt, drawing aimless circles across the skin of his back. “With all of you on top of me, I'm not in a hurry to get up.”
“That makes me happier than I can say, but not what I meant.” He brushed his finger down the slope of her jaw, feeling a rush of excitement and a hot pulse of anxiety flood through his veins.
“The idea of you going back to Dallas makes me want to toss your ass in my bunker and throw away the key. Which sounds so much worse when I say it out loud.”
Nasa winced at what memories his idiotic slip-up might have caused, but it must have been his lucky day, because she didn’t flinch or stop drawing circles on his back.
Nasa took that as a good sign and hurried to speed past that dangerously insensitive declaration, and tried again.
“I want you to stay here with me. Having you here, being together last night, watching you sleep, and waking up with you felt like the most natural goddamn thing in the universe.”
When she didn't immediately say yes, Nasa realized she might say no. “Once all this shit with Ghost is over, you can do everything here that you've done in Dallas, and I know plenty of investors willing to donate to the foundation.
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