He drops his hand to cup my thigh and goes still, his forehead pressing into mine as he twists his head to look at where his hand is on me over the lace band of my hold-ups.
‘Fuck, Evangeline... You’re too sexy.’
I laugh, almost delirious at hearing those words come from his lips. I’m dreaming, surely. But his hardness, his heat, his breath as it sweeps over my chest in ragged gusts is all real. Erotic, carnal and happening.
He grabs my other leg and hauls me up against him, wrapping them around his waist. Then he’s moving, his mouth back on mine and his eyes on the direction in which we’re travelling. He strides across the room into the adjacent bathroom and presses me up against the cold tiles. My body shivers at the chill even as I worship the sensation: the cold at my back, his heat at my front...
He reaches out to mess with a dial.
Water pounds the marble floor, the sound blending with the rush of blood in my ears and the moans of sheer abandon that I’m barely aware of making. I hold his face in my hands. Gripping him to me. My mouth, my tongue are unable to get enough of this. And then he sets me down and tears his lips away to trace a searing path along my jaw, down my throat.
I lean back against the wall, my body trembling with need as I arch into him, encouraging him lower, needing him lower, running my hands over his shoulders, down his back.
He undoes the clasp of my bra and my breasts bloom, heat rushing to their tips as he eases the cups aside and the straps down. It falls to our feet as his hands roughly cup me, his mouth claiming one pleading bud, moving tantalisingly over it, his tongue flicking before drawing it in deep.
Christ.
I claw at his shoulders, my desire mounting, out of control
. ‘I need you.’
He takes in the other nipple, his hands turning more urgent, his mouth unrelenting. We move against one another, our bodies building into a crazed rhythm.
I reach for him, desperate to feel him, to ride him. My fingers close around his cock, its heat feeding into my palm as I draw my hand upwards. He hisses, throwing his head back, and I repeat the move, watching his efforts to fend off his climax so clearly building.
And then he grabs at my wrist, pulling away. ‘Not again,’ he bites out, his fingers rough as he yanks my thong down.
I step out of it and he turns to my high heels, stripping them off so swiftly I’m sent off balance. But his palm is there, on my torso, pinning me against the wall as he drops to his knees. The heat of his touch contends with the intense heat swelling out of control just beneath, and then his mouth is there, at the heart of it all, his tongue sweeping over my clit and making me buck, making me cry.
His fingers smooth around my thighs, slipping beneath the tops of my hold-ups. He rolls them down, and all the while his tongue is circling my clit, gently goading me, driving me crazy.
He lifts one foot to pull the nylon free, then the other, but he doesn’t stand. He’s too busy feasting off me, his hands coming up to part me, to give his mouth, his tongue, deeper access, and I know I’m going to come. I can feel it building in my limbs.
But I want him inside me. I want all of him when I do.
I pull at him, my nails running up his shoulders. ‘No, not like this.’
His voice rumbles over me. He doesn’t agree.
‘Lucas.’
Something in my voice makes him pause and he leans back on his haunches, looking up at me. I’m wondering why the hell I stopped him, but...
‘I need you inside me.’
The pulse works in his jaw and then he’s on his feet, striding away.
What the fuck?
He’s back in seconds, sheathing himself, and the sight of his fingers moving masterfully over his erection is so fucking erotic, even as I acknowledge that he’s had the sense to get protection when I didn’t.
I start backing into the shower, pulling the pins from my hair, undoing my hair tie, dropping them to the floor. All the while my eyes are fixed on his, taunting him to come and get me.
Water rushes over my body and I tilt my head back, lifting my fingers to comb through my hair. And then his own are upon mine, completing the move. His lips claim me, hard and demanding. Water runs between us, slips into our mouths, our eyes. His cock presses against my stomach, stoking the fierce ache within.
‘Please, now,’ I beg.
He runs his hands down my body in answer, cupping my thighs to lift me against him.