A dark knot twisted in my stomach. “Fuck you, Lucas. Don’t make everything about your shitty past life.”
His nostrils flared. “My shitty past life will do everything it can to destroy everything wonderful in my life now, Ronnie. Don’t you know that by now?”
“So?” I shot back, my heart wild. “We’re having this argument now, are we? In the shower? Me naked, you half undressed? Both of us horny and angry and wet?”
His nostrils flared again and he slowly shook his head, his thigh once again rubbing against my folds and clit. “Oh no, babe.” His low murmur turned my nipples to hard points. The pit of my stomach fluttered. My sex contracted. “What’s happening now is, I’m going to make you pay for freaking me the fuck out. And when we’re finished, then I’m going to punish you for freaking me the fuck out. And then we can have the argument.”
I swallowed. I didn’t need to ask how he was going to make me pay.
God help me, I knew. And it made me so wet, so ripe, so ready to come…
The corners of his lips curled. He knew it. He knew I knew.
“Lucas…” I whispered, straining for what was to come.
He slid his hand from my boob, down over my ribs, over my hip and to the junction of my thighs, shifting his leg just enough to allow his fingers access to my sex. He parted my folds, exposing my clit to his touch.
“Every time you’re about to come, babe, I’m going to stop doing whatever it is I’m doing.” He rolled his fingertips over my sensitive button. Shards of delicious tension shot through me. “Until the wave subsides just enough to take you away from eruption, and then I’ll do it all over again.”
I whimpered. Sheer sexual torture. Oh boy. Oh boy…yes. Yes…
“Oh yes,” I breathed, arching into his hand.
He chuckled, the sound dark and smug and full of strained control, and proceeded to slowly sink two fingers into my sex.
Penetrating me.
Raw pleasure radiated through me. I tangled my hands in his hair and nipped at his bottom lip. He allowed me the aggressive kiss—for a few delicious seconds—and then withdrew his fingers from inside me.
“Reach up and grab the shower, babe,” he ordered, teasing my clit with wicked little strokes of his fingertip as he pressed my back to the wet tiled wall beneath the showerhead.
A tight shudder rocked through me. My pussy contracted. I did as instructed, moaning as he latched onto one of my nipples and sucked.
He continued to play with my clit, his mouth and fingers an exquisite harmony on my flesh. I gripped the cool metal above my head, the position one of submission and offering.
When it came to Lucas, everything I was, every inch of my body, was available to him. Even when I was pissed at his overprotectiveness.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he plunged his fingers back into my pussy, scissoring them inside me as he gazed down into my upturned face. Water streamed over him, cascading over his shoulders, down his chest and arms. His drenched shirt, molded to his body by the shower, was now almost transparent, the tattoos on his torso ghosts I wanted to lick and trace with my own fingers.
At the slight shift in my body as I went to do just that, Lucas shook his head, his hand on my breast growing firm, his fingers in my sex growing still. “You don’t move, babe. Not until I tell you otherwise. You stay exactly this way, where I want you. There. For me. Mine.”
A hot rush of liquid lust pooled in my core. A ragged moan fell from me. I should be furious. I knew exactly what was going on.
Where I want you.
Where Lucas wanted me was safe, from his past life and all the shit in it.
I should be angry at what he was trying to do, trying to prove. And I was. On a separate level. But I was also so damn horny, the wetness at the junction of my thighs had nothing to do with being in a running shower and everything to do with impatient sexual greed.
I wanted Lucas to use sex to punish me. Wanted it so fucking much I was on the cusp of coming already.
“Do not move,” he repeated, resuming his slow torment of my breast. He licked a path up the side of my neck to my ear as he did so, nipped my earlobe, rubbed his thumb over the point of my nipple.
I moaned, the sound low and husky.
Cupping my breast completely in his hand, he sucked hard on the side of my neck as he buried his fingers back into my pussy.