And wild.
And savage.
And so fucking incredible I forgot how to breathe for a wicked, intoxicating moment.
I curled my fingers, scraping my nails over his chest. The soles of my feet tingled, the kind of physical sensation I usually got before I was about to climax.
Oh God, the guy could kiss.
It took all my strength—and a ridiculous amount of will power—to pull my lips from his and shove at his chest.
“Lucas,” I rasped, glaring at him. “I can’t…you’re injured. Doctor Winchester told me you’re not allowed.”
“Fuck Doctor Winchester,” he murmured, a gleam in his eyes that made my pussy flutter.
“Have you?” I shot back.
He laughed, and yanked me harder to his hips with the hard hand on my backside. “Doctor Winchester is a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian.”
“So am I.”
It wasn’t until the words were out that I realized how ludicrous they were, given we were naked and mashed together, given he’d made me come numerous times already in the last twenty-four hours, given just the thought of him made me so hungry for sexual fulfillment I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Given he’d almost made me come right this very moment with his kiss alone.
I may sometimes be into girls—and some of the most amazing fucks I’ve had were with those of the same sex as myself—but I was into Lucas fucking Pratt more.
I was into him. In lust with him. Scared of him. Confused and incensed by him.
All those added up to one thing. One thing I did not want to admit to myself at all.
Nope. Not at all.
So instead, I shoved with ineffectual pretense against his chest once again.
“What are you?” I asked, trying to ignore the way his cock throbbed against my stomach. It felt so good there. So…so good…
“Your friendly neighbor,” he murmured back, dipping his head to nip at the flesh on the top of my shoulder.
A ribbon of tight heat unfurled through me. I tried not to whimper and failed. “That’s not what I mean,” I grumbled, even as I rolled my hips. Damn, his cock was impressive.
“A guy who is going to fuck senseless the girl he’s lusted after forever,” he offered, moving his lips to the base of my throat. He flicked his tongue into the shallow dip there before straightening and capturing my mouth with his for another wild, savage, hungry kiss I had no defense against. His tongue did things to mine that stole the fight right out of me, and honestly, there was little fight left in me. From the second he’d kissed me way back in my bedroom, I knew I was gone.
But still, I had to know what was going on. I had to know that at least. Before we—
He dragged his lips from mine and slowly dropped to his knees, his hands raking down my back to cup and knead my ass as he swiped his tongue between my wet thighs.
Holy. Holy. Fuck.
My legs trembled. My breath did the same. I fisted my hands in his hair, desperate to stop him. Well, not stop him, just…slow him down. At least until he told me what was going on.
“Tell me what’s going on, Lucas,” I groaned when he resisted my rather feeble attempt to remove his mouth from my pussy. “Are you a criminal? What’s in the safe? Are you a spy?”
He chuckled into my sex, his hands exploring my ass, the backs of my thighs. “Just call me Pratt,” he murmured, grinning up at me from between my legs. His breath tickled my wet flesh in a sinfully delicious caress. “Lucas Pratt.
”
Before I could tell him to be serious, he plunged his tongue back into my pussy, laving my clit over and over.