“Oh my God,” she breathed, dropping her head against the wall. Her breaths came out in spurts, and I pressed my tongue against her one more time before I rose to my feet. Once she realized I’d stopped, she snapped her head back up and glared at me. “No. Lucas, I—”
I yanked her close by the back of the neck and kissed her, my tongue entwining with hers perfectly. She tasted like herself and appletini—and her scent of peaches permeated my senses. It was a combination I’d never forget.
Not even once she was gone.
A moan escaped her, and she ran her hands down my chest and over my abs, stopping right above my belt. Her hands hovered for a second before she dipped lower, gripping my hard cock. I pressed into her hand, growling low. When she rubbed her palm against me, hard and slow, I backed her against the wall again.
She collapsed against it and grabbed my belt, undoing it with trembling hands. She kept trying to take control from me, and I wasn’t about to let her. This was my game to play. I’d been waiting for her to give herself to me, and she had.
Stepping back, I shook my finger at her and grinned. Then I took another step back, because she reached out for me and almost caught me. “Uh-uh. Not yet.”
“Lucas.” She pressed her palms flat against the wall and bit down on her swollen lower lip. “You said no more games. Stop playing, and take me.”
“Or . . .?” I cocked my head. “You’ll kick my ass?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I’d like that.” I gripped my shirt and lifted it slightly. Her gaze dipped down immediately, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Maybe I like it rough.”
She licked her lips, and her nostrils flared. “Take it off for me.” After darting a glance up at me, she bit down on her lower lip seductively and added, “Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely . . .” I pulled it over my head and tossed it over my shoulder. “Sure thing, darlin’.”
When I turned back to her, her eyes were wide. “Holy . . .” She didn’t finish that statement. Instead, she took a step toward me, then two. Slowly, she reached out and traced one of my tattoos. I had them from my shoulders down to below my belt. They all mingled together into one big canvas. She traced the one that had my ma’s birthdate on it. “I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.”
I shrugged. “I have more you can’t see.”
“Show me.” She touched the star tattoo on my opposite shoulder. “I’d love to know what they all mean.”
When she touched my skin, her fingers featherlight, I forced a noncommittal laugh and remained completely still. “Some other time?”
“Yeah.” She ran her fingers over my nipple piercing. “Some other time.”
Shivering from her gentle touch, I pressed her hand more firmly against my skin. “You have ten seconds to be in my bed, naked, and waiting for me.”
She blinked at me. “Excuse me?”
“Ten.” I cocked a brow, because she hadn’t moved yet. “Nine. Eight.”
“Seriously?” Her fingers twitched under mine. “You’re going to count down for me like I’m a—?”
I stroked my jaw. “Seven. Six.”
“Fine, I’m going.”
“Five. Four—”
Tossing a look over her shoulder, she ran for the bedroom. I watched her go, admiring the view for a split second before continuing on. “Three. Two. One.”
I heard her hit the mattress just as I finished counting. “That was way faster at the end. Cheater.”
I did my best to hide my amusement at the surly tone in her voice. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I undid my belt as I walked. As I entered the room, I switched the light on. She’d followed instructions well. She lay in the middle of my bed, completely naked. Her red thong was on the floor, and she rested her weight on her elbows. Her knee was bent and folded over her other leg. Her blond hair fell over her shoulders to the pillows and curled angelically.
It was easily the most seductive pose I’d ever seen, hands down.
“Now who’s staring?” she teased.
“What man wouldn’t at the sight of you?”
I yanked my belt out and dropped it. Walking over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and grabbed a condom. After tossing it on the bed, I undid my pants but didn’t take them off.
She watched me intently, her gaze never wavering from me as she shifted on the bed, her thighs rubbing against each other. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to self-combust before you even touch me.”
My pants hit the floor. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh my . . .” She crawled across the bed, completely naked and sexy as hell. Once she reached the edge, she knelt and ran her fingers over my abs. “I knew you were muscular, but damn, Lucas. This is insane.”
I glanced down at her, watching her expression as she watched her hand on me. It was intoxicating as hell. Usually she did her best to conceal her expressions, so the fact that she relaxed her guard with me was a gift. I could see what she felt, as she felt it.
That meant more to me than it should have.