Chapter 12
Lucas
When my lips moved to her neck, she let out a happy sigh, her hands delving into my hair. I nipped my way down to her exposed collarbone, tracing it with my tongue. “Jesus, that feels good,” she breathed.
I chuckled and settled back, taking in her flushed expression. “I don’t want to fuck you on this couch. I want you spread out before me like a feast on the bed.”
Her eyes lit up with the same heat I was feeling. “Then what are you waiting for, Lucas?” she cooed. “We don’t have all day.”
I picked her up as I stood, carrying her into the cramped bedroom that we had been given for the time being. As much as I wanted her in my king-sized bed back at the penthouse or at my personal retreat, this would have to do for now.
Not that I thought she cared.
I deposited her on the bed, and she rose up on her elbows, watching as I took off her shoes one by one. “I keep trying to control you,” I murmured, my hand sliding up her legging-covered calf to her knee. “And you won’t let me.”
“I don’t want you to control me,” she answered as my hand rose higher. “I just want you to love me.”
And I did, far too much. That was my fucking problem.
Reaching the hem of her shirt, I pulled it up, and Leda helped me get it over her head, my eyes feasting on her breasts. “I swear those have gotten bigger,” I stated, watching them nearly spill out of the bra she was wearing.
“God, I hope not,” Leda choked out. “They don’t need to get any bigger.”
My finger caught the strap and I pulled it down, exposing one rosy nipple. “I don’t mind.” Leda drew in a breath, but I was already leaning forward, snagging the nipple with my lips and sucking hard like I knew she liked. Once I had her writhing in bed, I moved to the other, giving it the same lavish treatment it deserved.
“Lucas,” she breathed, her hands in my hair but not moving me away from her body. My hand moved to her waistband, and I pushed her leggings down, my lips kissing the path down to her abdomen. Leda had all the curves that I needed, and though I felt like I knew every one of them, I took my time tracing them with my lips and my hands.
By the time I reached the top of her mound, her breathing was ragged. “There’s no one here,” I reminded her, her arousal strong. “So, feel free to be as loud as you want.”
“Oh,” she said before I lowered my lips to her nether lips, tracing them with my tongue. She was already soaking wet, just the way I liked her, but though my cock was desperate for some action, I wanted to enjoy my feast first.
Finally, I took my fingers and parted the pink lips, finding the hard clit buried inside. One kiss and Leda cried out, her body trembling. She was close to an orgasm, but I was going to draw this out for as long as possible.
This was my time.
I dragged a finger down her slit and inserted it quickly as my teeth grazed her clit, not enough pressure to hurt her, but enough to have her attempt to dislodge me. My other hand went up to grasp her nipple, rolling it around between my fingers as I pushed my finger in and out of her. She was growing wetter by the moment, and hell, I was going to lose myself in my pants if I didn’t think about something other than how tight and wet she was around my finger.
Fuck, she drove me wild.
“Lucas,” she panted, her hips angling to meet the thrusts of my hand. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I lowered my head and feasted on her then, my tongue rubbing across her swollen clit the way I knew she preferred. That was what I couldn’t begin to understand about Leda or our relationship. In a quick matter of weeks, I had known what she liked and now strove to give her that every time. No other bed partner would have driven me wild like she did, wanting me to be a better lover. I knew all the tricks, all the ways to make women drench the bedsheets, but none of that mattered with her.
I genuinely wanted her pleasure and was a better man for it.
When she came, it was hard and fast, my name echoing in the bedroom as I brought her to her peak. Thank the fuck that the Wongs weren’t here because I felt like the neighbors had just heard her orgasm.
She was still recovering when I removed my finger from her tight warmth and pulled off my clothing, my eyes on her naked body. Leda was mine. Every glorious inch of her had my scent imprinted on it, my touch. She could never leave me and find this again.
Neither could I. Even if I pushed her away, forced her to leave, it would be her taste, her smile, her fucking pussy that I would want. No one would ever come close to this.
I couldn’t leave her even if I tried.
I took my cock in my hand and crawled onto the bed, feeling the springs pressing into my knees as I did so. The first fucking thing I was going to do when I got my title back was buy the Wongs a new fucking bed. This thing was shit, and they deserved so much more.
Leda’s heavy-lidded gaze caught my attention, and I stroked my cock, watching as she soaked it in. “You want this?” I asked.
“Always,” she murmured, reaching down to join me. I let her lead my hand in tracing my cock, her light pressure nearly driving me to the brink. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I was going to come all over her body.