“Demanding, aren’t you?”
I forced myself to step back, severing the connection between us. “I can be when I want something.”
“Don’t let me be the one to make you wait then,” he murmured, undoing his jeans as he stepped out of his shoes.
When he pushed them down off his hips, it felt like I’d forgotten how to breathe.
Perfection.
Even with the scars, Lucas was pure perfection. From his broad shoulders to his perfectly formed abs that ended in a plunging V towards his cock, he was every woman’s dirty fantasy.
And that cock. It jutted out from his body, hard and heavy in the dim evening air. The part of his body I was intimately familiar with.
Lucas stalked toward me, and I held my ground as his hand brushed my hair off my face.
“Your turn, Princess.”
Though he had seen my body numerous times, I still felt the blush rising as I placed my hands on the coat he’d draped over me. This was new territory for me. His niceness had thrown me for a loop, so I wondered where this was going to go from here.
I had started this, and I wasn’t about to leave any time soon. The coat puddled at my feet. Cool night breeze caressed my skin. It didn’t take long for me to be as naked as he was, and I shivered when Lucas’s eyes slowly slipped over my body.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, finding my gaze. “Leda, I—”
I didn’t want to talk any longer. Something inside me broke, and I was closing the distance between us before the next word could pass his lips. Lucas murmured before he kissed me passionately, his hands entangled in my hair. I could feel the insistent way his cock was pressing into my stomach, my body flooding with wetness at the thought of having him inside me again.
That was the only thing that mattered right now.
Lucas tore his lips from mine and his hands found my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. “I’ve dreamed of having you a hundred different ways,” he admitted, tweaking one of them and eliciting a whimper from me.
Before I could respond, Lucas picked me up and took me into his bedroom. Gingerly, he placed me on the cool silk sheets. His hands found my hips and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, one hand sliding down my leg. “Put your legs on my shoulder,” he rasped.
My entire body trembled as I did as he asked, and I gasped when he lowered himself to his knees, eye level with my thighs. “You will scream my name, Leda,” he murmured, his lips trailing from my knee to my inner thigh. “Now tell me, who do you belong to?”
“You…”
I barely had time to say that single word before his mouth covered my mound. His tongue drew wicked circles around my throbbing clit. I tried to push him away, but Lucas grasped my thighs and pulled them apart for better access.
Never before had I let anyone do something like this. And with Lucas, it felt right.
Oh God, it felt like this was what I was made for.
His name bubbled on my lips as his tongue teased apart my folds, giving him better access to my core as he lapped at my wetness. My fingers bunched in his hair, urging him closer. But torturously, he held back, layering pleasure upon pleasure in delicious agony.
When he pressed a finger into me, I cried out his name, my body rising off the silken sheets as pleasure pooled, surged, and then crashed through my entire being.
When Lucas lifted his head, I met him through half-lidded eyes.
“Told you,” he said, standing.
I couldn’t even get my mouth to work, but I didn’t have to.
Lucas positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes on mine. “Tell me this is what you want,” he rasped as his strong hands found my waist. My sex ached with hungry need, missing the warmth of his presence against it.
“Yes,” I answered, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Lucas, don’t stop.”
If he did so now, I might not ever recover.
Some unknown emotion crossed Lucas’s face as he pushed himself into me, filling me to my core. I arched my back at the familiar intrusion, but this time there was no pain, only the heightened burn of pleasure that I never wanted to stop.