Lucas looked past me to the plates on the sideboard. “I only see three.”
My knees weakened as I took a step back, undoing the tie on my robe. “That’s because I’m the appetizer.”
The robe fell to my feet, and Lucas’s gaze was nearly feral as he raked his eyes down my body.
“And now my question to you, my Don.” I traced my finger along my collarbone. “Is will you be taking your appetizer at the table?”
Chapter 37
Leda
I could hardly contain my own desire as I walked over to the table and sat upon it, glad that I had opted to put the food on the sideboard instead. Lucas came over and stood between my open legs, his hands sliding up my sides. “Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are,” he murmured.
Despite the furious beat of my heart, I melted at his words. “You aren’t old enough to start forgetting things.”
He chuckled as his hands found my face, framing them. “At least you know that one part of me will never forget you.”
“Oh?” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he answered, giving me a gentle kiss. “My cock is aching to be inside you right now.”
I laughed and pushed at his chest, lying down on the cool wood table. “But first…”
Lucas loomed over me, his grin taking on a hard edge. “But first, my appetizer.”
He disappeared from view, and I felt his hands sliding up my calves, his lips pressing kisses to the backs of my knees, then my inner thighs, one after another. I knew he could likely smell my arousal, having thought about this for hours now, and he was going to find me soaking wet when he finally made his way to my core.
Lucas decided to take the long route, his teeth nipping at my tender skin for what seemed like forever before his tongue darted out and touched my swollen nub. “Lucas,” I breathed, the jolt nearly knocking me off the table.
“I found something,” he said against my skin, his finger sliding into my warmth.
I gasped and arched against him, his tongue doing something to my clit that had my entire body tight with anticipation. The combination of his well-placed tongue and the crook of his finger was driving me crazy, and I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from sliding off, the pressure building low in my belly.
Lucas lifted his mouth from my throbbing center, and I whimpered. “Now this,” he said roughly as he slid his finger in and out of me slowly. “Is the way I always want to have you, panting with need and waiting for the moment that I’m going to put you out of your misery. Isn’t that right, Leda?”
I didn’t dare look at him, focusing my eyes on the ceiling instead, my cheeks flushed. “I need you, Lucas.”
“Do you need me?” he asked before his tongue dragged across my wet folds. “Or my tongue?”
“B-both,” I panted. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he stated before his tongue was back on my clit, and I sobbed his name as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.
Lucas was relentless, not pulling back but continuing to torture my poor body until I had to scoot away to break the connection. “Please have mercy.”
A rumble of laughter followed, and I heard him unzip his pants. “I want you from behind, Leda.”
I didn’t think I could get myself off the table, but somehow I managed, turning around with my ass in the air.
“Gorgeous,” he said, his hand running over my ass appreciatively, even lovingly. “There’s not a part of you that I don’t fucking love.”
“Even my mouth?” I asked, gripping the table.
“Especially that,” he responded, pushing into my wet entrance. I gasped as he filled me to the core, stretching me to accommodate his length. “How does that feel, Leda?” he asked, his hand tracing my spine.
“You feel amazing,” I told him. “Exactly what I wanted.”
Lucas pressed his lips to my shoulder. “You mean exactly what you needed.”