Chapters (47)
- Cover
- From This Moment
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- A Promise Of Home
- Lani’s Books
- About the Author
“How long do we have?” He looked at her through the steam, hair wet and plastered to his head. Hot and sexy, she thought. Dangerous.
“N-not long,” Piper managed. “They’ll come looking soon.”
His lips moved down her body, finding her breast, stopping to feast on it. Piper couldn’t hold back another moan as an arrow of desire spiked through her.
“This time is to slake the need, next time—”
“No.” Piper shook her head. “Don’t talk of more than this.”
He looked up at her, but said nothing further, and for that she was grateful because this was already too much. Any more and she’d give him anything he asked for. Any promise he wanted to extract from her at that moment, she would likely concede.
Chapter 16
Dylan looked at the woman before him. Her hair was jet black now it was wet, eyes half closed, and he felt it again, that fierce kick to his gut he’d never experienced before.
“I need time to worship these.” He leaned in to run his tongue down the slope of her breast, then took the nipple into his mouth.
“Lord, that’s so good.”
An understatement as far as Dylan was concerned. It was fucking amazing, so he did it again and again until she was breathing hard. Her hand fisted in his hair and held his mouth right where she wanted it..., which happened to be exactly where he wanted it too.
He lavished precious seconds on her breasts, biting down softly on the hard twin peaks before soothing them with his tongue.
Water rained down on his back, steam heated the small space, and Dylan lost every thought but one. Piper, and the need to please her.
“Dylan.” She tugged his hair hard, but he ignored it and dropped to his knees. There would be more than this one time, but if there wasn’t he wanted to taste her... all of her.
Gripping her thighs, he leaned in and licked the wet folds between. Her knees buckled, so he placed a hand on her stomach and held her there while he continued the subtle torture. She was responsive; each lick drew a sweet moan, her hips soon thrusting forward as she urged him to take more of her, give her more.
Dylan found that hard bud and licked, and sucked. He felt Piper’s tension, felt that she was close.
“Let go.”
“Don’t order me... oh shit!” She erupted, shuddering into her climax as he thrust two fingers inside her.
He couldn’t find a smile as he stood; all he could think about was being inside her. Feeling her encasing him.
“Lift a leg and wrap it around me.”
She did as he asked. Dylan cupped her face, pushing damp tangles of hair off her cheeks, then he kissed her as he eased inside.
This time they both moaned.