Settling back on her feet, she wrapped one delicate hand around the base of his cock, angling it down to her mouth. A drop of precum seeped from the tip. If he’d thought she’d be hesitant or shy about something so visceral, he’d have been wrong. Instead, a hunger gleamed in her storm-gray eyes as she lapped up the bead in one long lick. He hissed in a breath, the feel of her silken tongue combined with seeing her—not just any woman, but his woman—on her knees in front of him rating as the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
At last she opened that sweet mouth of hers and encased him as far as she could go, her tongue swirling and massaging, her cheeks hollowing from the suction she made with her ruby lips with every retreat before sinking over him again.
The next minutes shattered into fragments of eternity as she worked him over with the sweetest kind of torture. Her hot mouth and sinful tongue had all six hundred and forty of his muscles strung tight as a bow. At one point he feared snapping her bedposts in half, but was unable to relinquish his white-knuckle hold for fear she’d stop and he’d lose what little sanity he had left.
The ecstasy she gave him was like someone dropping a match into a room full of fireworks. It started with only one or two little flares, but those in turn set off the ones next to them, and so on and so on, until his entire body felt like a fucking Fourth of July finale.
His climax hit him so fast and hard that he had no chance of warning her. He tried to do the gentlemanly thing and pull back, but she grabbed his ass and dug her fingers in as she swallowed him deep. Any polite inclinations he’d had went up in smoke with the bite of her nails in his flesh and, throwing his head back and his hips forward, he roared as he came until she’d taken every little bit he had to give.
As the stars disappeared from his vision, Lucie stood and backed away slowly, running her fingers over the open throat of the shirt she wore.
“What are up to now, woman?”
“I took care of you.” She sat demurely on the upholstered bench for the vanity that sat directly across from her bed. “Now I’m going to take care of me.”
“I believe that’s my privilege,” he said, releasing the posts.
Before he could advance she ticked a finger back and forth. “Ah-ah-ah. Be a good boy and stay right where you are.”
“Boy?” he scoffed. “Let me come over there and I’ll show you just how much of a man I really am, sweetheart.”
She undid fingers the lowest button on the shirt. Then the next, revealing her blue silk panties. She gave him a wicked smile and said, “If you want to prove to me just how much of a man you are, then you’ll fight the instincts gnawing at you and stay right. Where. You. Are.”
Fucking smart. Now if he moved he was branding himself a *. And all because he wanted hers more than he wanted to breathe in that moment. When this was over he was telling her in no uncertain terms that he’d be the one doing the seducing from now on. As hot as it was to watch her in this role, he was too much of a control freak when it came to sex. After this, he’d be calling the shots during their hot interludes. He could hardly wait.
Then it hit him. There wasn’t much time left to make love to her. Depending on their schedules they’d have a few more times together, tops. The realization hit him like a blow to the solar plexus, damn near knocking the wind right out of him.
Don’t think of that right now. He didn’t want anything to taint what precious time he did have with her. He was going to make every second count until the final bell rang.
“As you wish, princess.”
Another button was released, as was a warm laugh. “I love that movie. So now you’re my farm boy, is that it?” He waggled a brow in answer making her chuckle again, but then she cocked her head to the side and sobered again. “You know, as cute and heroic as Wesley is, I can’t bring myself to pretend you’re anyone else.” The last button holding the shirt together slipped through its hole and the sides fell open to reveal her perfect breasts. “You, Reid Andrews, are exactly who I want.”
Although his brain tried to tell him she only meant here and now—because it wasn’t a secret who she truly wanted for the long haul—he couldn’t stop his heart from leaping in his chest.
“That’s good, Luce. ‘Cause you’re exactly who I want, too.” Now, and every day after that.
Shit, he had to stop thinking like that. He had to stop thinking period and give himself over to the moment. To the woman he had in this moment.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “How much?”
His eyes were glued to her breasts as she continued to stroke and fondle them. “How much what?” he croaked.
She leaned back against the wall. One hand slid down her flat stomach to her * and rubbed over the thin, blue material. “How much do you want me?”