“Do I get the feeling you don’t want to go to the beach for a walk?”
I dragged in a slow breath at her question. Something told me this wasn’t going to go well.
“What if I order in pizza?” I suggested, trying like hell to keep my voice calm. “And we can find the worst movie ever made on Netflix?”
Her eyes narrowed. She contemplated me for a long moment, head tilted to the side a little. “What do you think is going to happen to me if we venture beyond the walls of this compound?”
Compound? A hot lump filled my throat. Yeah, this wasn’t going well.
“I have no idea what will happen beyond the walls of this compound.” I met her steady gaze, forcing a languid looseness to my body as I moved to the bed. I pressed one knee to the mattress, pausing long enough to hook my fingers beneath the hem of my shirt. “But I know exactly what’s going to happen if we stay inside it.”
Ronnie did exactly what I wanted her to do—look down at the strip of my stomach I’d exposed to her. “Stop trying to distract me with sex, Lucas,” she complained. Her gaze, however, didn’t return to my face. Instead, she watched as I slowly inched my shirt up over my abs.
A hitching sigh fell from her. Her lips parted. Her breasts—those glorious tits I worshipped nightly—heaved.
At the sight, my already semi-hard cock turned into a full-blown raging boner. Hard. Rigid. Engorged with blood and hungry for her.
Ronnie always had this effect on me. The very first time I saw her I’d fallen in lust with her. Instant lust. Fuck-my-hand-raw-every-night lust. It was the day my mom moved into the house beside hers, when I was seventeen and Ronnie was sixteen and about to go to a Halloween party dressed as Harley Quinn from the Batman comics and looking like every sexual fantasy I’d ever had.
A few days after that, we’d actually spoken, and I knew there and then it was so much more than lust. Looking at Ronnie, her emotions playing over her face, real and true and honest… Fuck, she turned me on. In every way.
Watching her now, reacting to my underhanded distraction, the tip of her pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip as I pulled my shirt higher up my torso… Watching her squirm on the bed as I yanked it over my head, her hands moving between her thighs to press against the heat of her fucking incredible pussy… Watching her catch her bottom lip with her teeth as I tossed the shirt aside, her gaze roaming my now bare upper body…
“You don’t play fair, Lucas Pratt,” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to me as I began to crawl towards her.
“Never have,” I answered, snatching one of her ankles with a firm grip to spread her legs apart. “Never will.”
She let out a breathy squeal as I swooped between her now-parted thighs and swiped my tongue over the seam of her pussy.
“Lucas,” she protested, even as she buried her fingers in my hair and clung to me.
I sought out the button of her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking at it with teasing pressure a few times before raising my head. “What?” I asked, turning the melodramatic innocence up to ten.
“We can’t stay locked away for—”
I didn’t let her finish the word forever. Instead, I sank my middle finger into her tight slit and stroked her inner walls.
A raw groan fell from her. Her eyelids fluttered closed. She dropped back her head, widening her parted thighs as she did so.
“Tell me you want me to stop, Ronnie,” I said, knowing damn well she wasn’t going to. When it came to sex, to pleasure, she was insatiable.
“B-beach…” she stammered, the word little more than a whimper.
I chuckled, dipping my head to torment her clit with my tongue once again.
She moaned, thrusting her hips upward. An unspoken demand for more that turned my already hard cock harder.
Fuck, I’d never get enough of her.
With a gentle nip at her clit, I lifted my head to look at her again. “What did you want to do, babe?” I asked, twisting my wrist just enough to slid my index finger inside her. I scissored my two fingers together, seeking out the spot I knew would bring her the greatest sensation.
“Tell me you want to go to the beach—” I watched her face contort with pleasure, “—and we will.”
“V…vitamin…D…” she moaned, arching her spine as I wriggled my fingers deeper inside her.
I made a noncommittal noise before stroking my tongue once more over her clit.
She moaned again, wrapping one long bare leg around my back to hold me where I was.