I slump against the kitchen counter, barely able to hold myself up.
Lucas drops to his knees and tugs my panties down to my ankles, barely allowing me to catch my breath. He lifts one foot, then the other, tossing the lace to the floor and exposing me to his hungry gaze.
"Fuck." He palms my thighs, kneading as he pulls them apart. "I need to taste you."
I should be exhausted from the last orgasm, but a jolt of anticipation curls my belly, my body greedy for more.
He stands and grips my hips, hoisting me onto the granite countertop. Cold slams onto the back of my thighs and bare ass, but Lucas's fingers are hot and demanding on my knees, spreading them wide.
He doesn't take his eyes off my thighs, staring like a man possessed. His thumbs drag between my dripping lips in long, reverent strokes, slowly peeling me open and drinking in the evidence of his effect on me.
He looks up from beneath his lashes, eyes dark and grin wicked as he leans forward, flattens his tongue, and licks.
Fire ignites in my core. His tongue is soft strokes one moment and hard, punishing lashes the next. This kiss drives me insane, but it's a kiss I can handle.
My nipples strain against my dress, the tips hard and desperate to be pinched. I rip at the straps until my arms pull free and shove the lace bra down, so my breasts spill out. I paw at my fleshy skin, squeezing until I reach my nipples, then pinching until I cry out.
He latches onto my clit and sucks.
The orgasm hits me faster than the last but leaves me just as breathless.
The sound of a zipper peeling open drags my lust-hazed eyes to Lucas. He stands before me, muscles on display. I've seen him shirtless before, but we were always surrounded by other people splashing in a pool or grilling burgers.
Never alone.
My heart beats faster, suddenly nervous, but Lucas looks as cocky as ever, biting his bottom lip as he slowly pushes his jeans down.
CHAPTER3
He won’t fit.
It’s the only thought running through my head as I stare at the monster saluting me, but the slickness growing between my thighs promises he will.
Lucas grips his erection, squeezing once before he starts a slow, decadent rhythm up and down.
He pumps his cock like a man about to take what he wants.
Me.
I slip from the counter, my toes landing on the floor with a soft thud.
Lucas’s grip tightens on his shaft, and his eyes flare, knowing what I’m about to do without saying, but he stalks toward me and grips my waist. My dress is still bunched around my middle, a barrier between our skin, but his body heat burns through the fabric so hot I feel naked.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and drops me back onto the counter.
I open my mouth to protest, but his eyes are almost black, and his hands are so tight on my waist that it feels like he will lose control if he lets me go.
His confession at the bar comes rushing back to me.I won’t stop. I’ll take everything you offer, even what you don’t.
Instead of feeling alarm, his words weave through my body like a promise, increasing the anticipation his tongue started between my thighs.
I wiggle my hips, needing more than a cold counter beneath me.
Reading my body like a book, he steps between my thighs, grips his shaft, and runs the length of his cock between my slick folds.
He rocks against me, sliding his thickness up and down, lubricating himself with my juices. Coils tighten low in my belly with each teasing stroke until he pushes, burying his entire length inside me in one quick thrust.
My surprise gasp quickly becomes a moan of relief as warmth blooms outward from my belly in one long, euphoric wave.