I know its early and there’s a large age difference between us, but we’re both consenting adults so I don’t see what age has to do with anything if it’s what we both want.
I glance in the mirror one last time as the chimes of the doorbell fills my apartment. Fear races up and down my spine and my hands begin to shake with nervousness.
Quickly fluffing my long mahogany curls, I take a deep breath, open the door and meet Lucien’s gaze. He’s a handsome man with short, dark hair that occasionally falls into his eyes, a strong chiseled face that, at the moment, is rocking the five o’clock shadow. His deep blue eyes are boring into mine as I stay, unmoving, in the doorway. “You planning on making me stay outside all night?”
“Oh, God. Sorry. Come in.”
I shuffle backwards and out of the way so he can come in. His scent wraps around me as he walks into my apartment, causing a weakness in my knees. Every bit of him is delicious and makes my panties wet with just one of his looks thrown in my direction.
I’ve been slowly combusting since I first met him and he turned that smile on me before it became a frown.
Watching him walk around my apartment adds to my discomfort and my nerves dance on the edge. I feel like my body is ready to fight or flee. He’s large as life and always makes my heart pound hard in my chest.
“Can I get you a drink or something?” I ask, swallowing the nerves that are plaguing me.
He turns giving me his full attention.
“I make you nervous,” he observes.
“No,” I lie, and then start laughing. “Okay. I guess you do. I don’t know what you want with me. I got the feeling the other morning that you couldn’t wait to get me out of there, but didn’t really want me to leave,” I tell him honestly as I start to relax, not fully, but some.
His gaze stays hot on me as he prowls towards me like a lion free of its cage for the first time. And I’ve probably just described Lucien perfectly—at least for right now.
“I don’t know what the hell to do with you,” he whispers when he reaches me, just before his mouth descends on my neck.
My arms reach for him and my fingers slide into his hair to keep him close.
“Kiss me, Lucien.”
He does as I beg. His tongue assaulting my mouth in a way that makes my * clench with need. I can’t get enough of this man.
I whimper when I feel his fingers at my zipper, and then sigh as he pushes my jeans and panties down my legs. I struggle to kick them free but they’re wrapped around my knees and before I can free myself, Lucien’s fingers cup my wet *. He’s obviously impatient and can’t wait to touch me because I feel his fingers stroking me, seeking my core before he plunges two fingers inside…massaging my walls.
My whole body is awash with pleasure. Reaching for his zipper, I yank it down and shove my hand inside. Lucien hisses when my fingers wrap around him. I bring his cock out and rub around the crown, where he’s slick with excitement.
Needing to be free of my jeans and panties, I wiggle them further down my legs to get them off, but all that does is increase the pressure building inside me as Lucien’s fingers match the rhythm of my movement. Driving his fingers deeper inside me as I rock my hips against his hand.
“Help me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, yes.”
He withdraws his fingers and grabbing my hips, swings me around. My hands fly out, bracing my body as he shoves me face first over the back of the sofa.
Christ!
I can’t breathe with the lust coursing through my body. Nobody has ever treated me as though they can’t wait to get inside me. Lucien might keep denying he wants me, might keep denying that we have this connection, but our bodies know what we want.
And that’s each other.
Chapter Two
Lucien
I’m going to blow my load in my pants if I don’t get inside her soon. I have six years of fuckin’ to get out of my system now that my dick has come back to life.
I just wish it had taken a liking to someone else, and not someone who I can’t get out of my head. I close my eyes and she’s there. Her delicate face twisting in passion as her hazel shaped eyes fill with desire for me. Her mouth red, plump and kiss bruised from the force of my passion. And her sweet *—damn, the thought of that * almost makes me come on the spot. I only have to think about going down on her—which is pretty much all the time—to be able to taste her on my tongue.
I’m losing my fuckin’ mind.
“Lucien. God. I need you.”
Fuck!
“Don’t move.”
I bend and wince when my dick scrapes against my zipper. Quickly kicking my shoes off, I yank my pants off and toss them over a chair. Bending again, I pull her jeans and panties free from her legs, tossing them behind me. Spreading her thighs open to my gaze, I open her neither lips and dive in with my mouth, feeling on top of the world when she comes straightaway on my tongue.