Part 39 (1/2)
This was Apollo and my eyes stopped drooping mostly because I didn't know what he was talking about.
This time, I spoke.
”Sorry?”
His arms tightened. ”Our play, Maddie, was rough. Very much so. And you liked it. Also very much so.”
He could say that again.
But how embarra.s.sing was this?
”Well...uh...the adela tea-”
”Yes, I sense this opened even more doors for us than I earlier imagined.”
I tipped my head back to look at him again.
”Sorry?”
”You took my c.o.c.k yourself. And I could feel your excitement grow when you were spanked. Further, you kept yourself spread for me at my command,” he stopped. I was certain I blushed. His eyes narrowed slightly and he went on almost musingly. ”In fact, you did everything I commanded.”
Oh boy.
”Apollo-”
”And your climax was very long.”
Yes. I was blus.h.i.+ng.
”Ap-”
His arms gave me a squeeze and he continued while his hand drifted up my back to cup my head and press my face in his throat. ”We will explore this.”
Oh boy!
”Deeply,” he decreed.
Oh my.
He pulled me even closer and tangled his heavy legs with mine, murmuring, ”I will enjoy taking you on your knees, seeing your a.r.s.e red from my hand.”
G.o.d.
I was no longer blus.h.i.+ng, but I was exhausted, mortified and still, he was totally turning me on.
”Now we sleep,” he announced.
Thank G.o.d.
I burrowed in closer and set about faking falling asleep fast so he couldn't do or say anything more to freak me out.
This mission failed.
And it did when he whispered, his voice gruff, on another squeeze of his arms, this one fierce, ”You are a lioness.”
I closed my eyes tight and said nothing.
He did.
”This pleases me.”
I pressed closer and sighed.
Oh boy.
Chapter Fourteen.
Heart Too Soft for a Soldier Apollo sat on the side of the bed, s.h.i.+fted the weight of Maddie's auburn mane from her neck and curled his hand there.
He bent close and urged gently, ”Wake, Madeleine.”
She didn't, until he carefully pressed his fingers into her neck. Then her eyes slowly fluttered open and she turned her head on the pillow, focusing sleepily on him.
”Hey,” she murmured.
He felt his gut tighten.
How could a single syllable be so sweet?
”You do not need to rouse,” he whispered. ”I just wished to inform you that I'm away to breakfast with my children.”
”Okay, honey,” she replied.
He'd heard this endearment used by the other women of her world with their men. It never occurred to him he would one day have it.
And if it did, he could not have known how much he would like it.
”I'll likely be busy throughout the day but I'll take dinner with you,” he told her.
”All right,” she agreed drowsily.
”Go back to sleep, dove,” he finished.
”Right, baby,” she murmured.
And this endearment, he had no idea why, he felt in his c.o.c.k. Every time. Even when she gave it to him while he was searching a dead man's pockets.