Lukas watches me, a needy growl ripping its way out of his throat. He reaches back and yanks his shirt off. I hear a couple stitches pop and I’m half surprised he didn’t just rip it off like the Hulk. He shoves his jeans and boxers down with zero shame.
Not that he has anything to be ashamed of. Jesus, God in heaven.
I was supposed to be doing something, but I am completely distracted by the erection he just unleashed in this tiny room. He’s thick and hard, veins winding up the length to a broad head.
“So… do you need a special license to operate that thing?” I ask breathlessly.
Lukas runs his fingers through his hair. He’s trying to contain the smug smile playing at the edge of his lips but losing the battle.
“Get in the shower, smart ass.”
“Okay, bossy,” I say as I reach back to unhook my bra slowly, still eyeing his package. I lick my lips, wondering how it would feel against my tongue. Would he make that growly sound when I took him in my mouth? I’ve never done it before… but now I really want to. At least, I want to with him.
“You’re fucking killing me with that look,” he says. Without warning, he ducks down and presses into my middle, throwing me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise as he carries me into the shower. I’m still wearing my bra and panties when he steps under the hot water. It’s shocking as it runs down my back, sending little pinpricks over my skin. Lukas sets me on my feet, rubbing my arms like he’s trying to erase the goosebumps that dot my skin.
I grab his bicep and pull him closer, sharing the hot water. It runs between our bodies; the spray beading up on his face as he looks down at me. Lukas slides a hand to the back of my neck as he takes me in. There’s a predatory heat in his eyes that makes it hard for me to breathe.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” His voice rumbles through me, eliciting an entirely different kind of shiver before his lips crash into mine. There’s nothing gentle in the way he kisses me. His tongue pushes past my parted lips, teasing mine. I kiss him back, surrendering to his hold over me. It feels too good to fight, anyway.
Lukas bites my lower lip, pulling on it and sending a tingle of awareness through my body. I never thought I’d like that, but my clit throbs in response, and I moan against his lips. His erection flexes against my belly, begging to be touched. Tentatively, I reach down and run my fingers up the length of it. He’s hot and heavy and I love the feel of his veins. I can feel the blood throbbing just under the surface and it’s so flipping sexy. Closing my fist around him, I slide my hand up and down, slicked by the water.
He groans my name and I can just imagine him making that sound as he sinks into me. Lukas reaches around me and unhooks my bra with a flick of his fingers before sliding it down my arms. It hits the floor of the shower with a wet thud and a nervous giggle bubbles up in my throat. I feel a flash of vulnerability, but it’s washed away when Lukas cups my breast, the pad of his thumb rasping over my nipple, rolling and circling. His breathing is ragged as his mouth moves down my neck, warm breath mixing with the steam of the shower. The passionate kisses are peppered with sharp little bites and licks and it all swirls together in mind-numbing pleasure.
His warm lips close around my nipple, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue.
“Lukas!” I gasp. Holy mother that feels good. His cock throbs in my hand and his teeth scrape the tip of my nipple. “Oh my God,” I whimper. My heart is pounding in my chest, fueled by pleasure and lust.
Lukas presses my back to the wall and sinks to his knees in front of me, kissing and biting my hip. He grips my panties at one side, shredding them. “Holy hell,” I whisper as his fists grip the other side, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he destroys the fabric and throws my ruined panties across the shower.
He gazes up at me, his eyes dark and clouded with lust as he runs his fingertips from the back of my ankle and up my calf.
“You ever let a man eat this pretty pussy, Parker?” he asks, his voice gruff.
I lick my lips and swallow hard. I’m shaking and I can’t breathe or speak, but I give my head a jerky shake. I might as well just admit that I’m probably one of the most inexperienced women he’ll ever meet. My entire sexual history could probably be replayed, in real-time, in under nine minutes.
“Are you going to let me?” Lukas gives me a devilish grin as he runs a finger over the curls shielding my pussy. He barely touches me, but it sends sparks to every nerve ending in my body and I nod, a little frantically. I always assumed that was something men only did in books, but I’m sure as hell not going to complain. I think I’d let him do anything he wants right now.
Lukas grasps the back of my knee in his hand and lifts it over his shoulder, watching my face the whole time. I feel like a deer in the headlights, frozen and waiting to see what’s coming. Me. Oh God, I hope it’s me.
He wraps his arm around my thigh, holding me in place and exposed as his gaze sweeps down my body. He leans in, nuzzles his nose into my curls, and I realize I’m trembling in anticipation. I feel a finger stroke over me before parting my folds. I’m so wet that it’s embarrassing. I’m praying he’ll just assume it’s from the shower. I mean, I know the difference, but I don’t know if he can tell.
Lukas slicks his fingers through the moisture and circles my clit. My breathing stutters as the warmth flows through me. It feels so good. So much better than when I touch myself. He slips a finger inside me as his tongue drags over my clit and I moan, grabbing his hair. I need something to anchor me or I might just float away on that feeling. He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through my aching clit. His tongue circles and flicks as his thick finger thrusts in and out of me, stirring desire deep in my core.
I lean against the tiled wall, letting it support me as I roll my hips against his mouth. Lukas seems to like that because he growls against my clit, his grip tightening on my thigh. A second finger presses inside me, filling and stretching me with blinding pleasure.