He kisses my cheek and then prompts softly in my ear, “With me?”
“I’ve fantasized about the way you pulled my hair for an entire year,” I whisper, my cheeks heating.
He growls low in his throat. “Me, too. I very much enjoyed pulling your hair. I’d very much like to do it again while biting your nipples.”
My breath shudders out with a hungry sigh.
His lips curve against my neck. “Not so stuffy now, am I?”
I hum in agreement, already beyond words. And then he reaches for the bottom of my sweatshirt, drawing it up and over my head, flicking a switch inside me. I tear at his sweater, the close of his pants, and then go for the top of his boxer briefs, determined to have him naked and at my mercy.
Luckily, he has similar plans.
By the time I push his briefs off his legs with my toes, I’m naked, and his mouth is already doing mind-altering things to my breasts. I arch into his lips, his tongue, his teeth, my breath coming fast as he proves that the chemistry our first night together had nothing to do with too much champagne.
I’m stone-cold sober, and his skin against mine is still intoxicating, dizzying. His touch still makes me tremble and gasp for breath, fighting to keep up with all the incredible things he makes me feel.
“I want you so much,” I say, thighs churning on either side of his as he teases me with just the lightest brushes of his hot, hard length against where I’m so ready to feel him inside me. “Now. Please. I’m still clean and on the pill.”
“I’m still clean, too.” His hand slips between us, his fingers teasing my clit with the perfect, about-to-send-me-blasting-into-outer-space pressure. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Not since you…”
“Me, either.” My eyes flicker open, and I fall into his sweet gaze. “It was special to me, too special to rush into bed with someone else.”
“It was special to me, too,” he says. “It is special.”
And then he pushes inside me, sending relief and euphoria and bone-deep gratitude for this second chance flooding through me, lighting me up from the inside out.
6
Lawrence
I try to slow down.
To make it last.
To memorize every sexy sound she makes, the way her arms and legs wrap tight around me, the feel of her hands smoothing down my back to grip my ass, pulling me deeper with every shift of my hips.
I want to drown in her, to slip the boundary of my skin and get even closer to her light.
I swear, she shines in the dark, this woman.
Lucy’s more alive than anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve missed her spark the way I miss London pubs and my friends back home and being able to hop a night bus to Paris and wake up to the Arc De Triomphe in the morning.
“I want to take you to Paris,” I say, threading my fingers into her hair.
“I just want to be naked with you forever,” she says, her nails digging into my shoulders, making my breath hitch.
“Yes, that too.” I fist my hand in the silky strands at the base of her neck and pull her head back, loving the hungry sound she makes in response. “Naked in Paris.” I drag my teeth over the skin at her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Then I’ll take you to have the best hot chocolate you’ve had in your life.”
“Yes,” she says, lifting her hips and grinding against me as I drive forward. “I’m so close, L. So close.”
“Yes, beautiful girl,” I murmur against her neck, one hand still tight in her hair as I reach down to squeeze her hip with the other. “I want to feel you come on my cock. You feel so good, Lucy. So perfect.”
She cries out as her body goes blessedly tight around me, sending me spinning out after her. I come hard, lights exploding behind my closed eyes and pleasure pulsing through me from head to toe and back again, echoes that bounce back and forth until I’m exhausted by the bliss of it.
I roll to my side, drawing her with me, conscious of not wanting to crush her but still needing her skin warm against mine.
“That was so, so wonderful.” She sighs, her breath warm on my neck.
“I’ll last longer next time. You just felt too good.”
“It was perfect.” She props up on one arm, gazing down at me in the near dark. Just enough moonlight streams through the window beside the bed for me to see the smile that curves her lips as she adds, “But I wouldn’t mind going again. Maybe with some…spanking this time?”
Heat curls through me. “Oh, yeah? You enjoy that, as well?”
“I enjoy the heck out of that,” she says with a giggle. “But first, some hot cocoa to fuel our efforts. You like yours with extra marshmallows?”