And after this, she wouldn’t be able to.
My tongue swept into her mouth, and she moaned, gripping my shoulders as if she was afraid she might fall. She should have known better. I wouldn’t let her hit the floor. She tasted like cotton candy and wine, and it was an intoxicating combination. If I was a different type of man, I could easily become addicted to her taste.
Luckily for both of us, I wasn’t.
Backing her against the wall, I let my hands roam over every square inch of her, like I’d wanted to do earlier in her bar when she’d kissed me. It had taken every ounce of my control to keep myself in check that time, and I didn’t have any of it left. But this time, I didn’t need any of that control. This time . . .
She was mine.
Growling low in my throat, I slid my hand over her flat stomach, going lower and lower until I cupped her wet *. She moaned into my mouth, the sound desperate, and needy, and hot as hell. Just like her. Her hips rolled against my hand urgently, trying to find the release that she instinctively knew I could easily give her, and I pulled back.
She started to turn her head, likely to yell at me for stopping, but when I undid the button of her shorts and slid my hand inside, she stopped.
And she yanked me even closer.
Pulling me closer like that, her nails digging into my shoulders as if she didn’t want to let go, it did weird things to me. It was like the feeling you get after coming inside from a long day out in the snow and standing in front of a fireplace. You hold your hands out to the fire, and eventually . . . you thaw out.
Slowly, the pain, numbness, and cold you felt dissipates until you’re filled with glowing warmth, spreading to the tips of your fingers. That’s how she made me feel.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
Knowing my time was running out, I thrust my hand inside her panties, grunting when I felt her heat. And softness. She was shaved with a small landing strip, and was so wet it killed me that I wasn’t going to bury my cock inside her tonight.
But a challenge won easily wasn’t much of a challenge at all.
I jammed my leg in between hers and spread her thighs, giving me better access to what I wanted. As soon as she gasped, I thrust my tongue inside her mouth while I inserted a finger inside of her. Her tight walls clamped down on my finger, and when I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, curses exploded from her lips.
Breaking the kiss off, I lowered my mouth to the gentle curve of her throat, biting down just enough to hurt so good. “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart. Scream for me. I need to hear you scream . . .”
“Oh my God. Lucas.”
After withdrawing my finger, I thrust two fingers inside of her and kissed her again, my lips hard and urgent over hers. Her entire body surged with need and then she cried out into my mouth. I moved my fingers inside her, pressing my thumb even tighter against her. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
Her nails scraped over my chest, digging in through the thin cotton of the T-shirt I’d thrown on before meeting up with her tonight, and then her muscles seized up. “Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Her * tightened on my fingers, and then she sagged against the wall, her breaths coming hard and fast.
I dropped my forehead on hers, my own breathing less than steady. I’d started this whole thing to prove a point. And I’d wanted to see what she felt like in my arms, what it was like when she came apart. Turned out? She felt pretty fucking amazing.
I wanted more, but my time was up. I’d asked for a minute, and she’d given it to me. The challenge was over, and I’d won. Forcing myself to let her go, I stepped back, slipping a grin into place. It wouldn’t do to let her know that I’d been as affected—if not more so—as she had been by that one minute in heaven.
More affected than I wanted to admit. Or ever would.
“Now, that was hot, darlin’.”
Her cheeks turned bright red. “You . . . how . . .?”
“You want to know how?” I cocked a brow. “Okay, I can walk you through it, if that’s what gets you off.”
If anything, her cheeks got even redder. It was adorable. No one should be so adorable with their shorts undone and their lips swollen from my kisses. “Lucas.”
“Well, first, I kissed you. And then I opened your shorts and thrust my fingers inside of your hot little p—”
Lurching forward, she slammed a hand over my mouth. “Oh my God, stop it.”
“What? I was only—” Realizing my words came out more like Whe? I wav oooney, I flicked my tongue over her palm, and she snatched her hand back as if I’d bitten her. I almost had. That had been next on my list. “I was only trying to help. You did ask me how I—”