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A noise of surprise broke free from my throat when he abruptly grabbed my shoulders and flung me down on my back on the couch cushions. Everything moved so fast, and I didn’t enjoy the sensation of being out of control. It was unfamiliar and scary. I had to concentrate and force myself to stay active, because the tequila made me slow and indifferent. You cannot let this go any further.

Luka’s hands and mouth were still focused on my breasts as he settled on his knees between my legs. When I tried to scoot back and sit up, he lifted his head and shot me a surprised look. Did I appear as nervous as I felt?

He blinked slowly, and then returned to his task, running his lips over one of my peaked nipples. “We’ve still got all our clothes on.” His words were soft and almost playful. “How much trouble can we really get in?”

The leather couch squealed as he shifted, sliding down along the length of my body. My stomach trembled beneath his scattered kisses. Was he going to . . .

Yes. The skirt was shoved up and his mouth was fire. This time I dug my fingers into my own skin, clutching at the tops of my thighs as he went down on me. The sight of Luka kneeling between my legs and licking me was unbelievable. Muscles low in my belly clenched, tensing to the point of pain.

That was exactly what he did to me. Made me want him so badly it hurt.

“I like that I’m the only one,” he whispered, “who knows what you taste like.”

I dragged air in and out of my body, watching him nuzzle my most sensitive part. He wasn’t gentle. He attacked me like we were under an approaching deadline, rushing me along. Maybe we were. Perhaps the alcohol would wear off soon and I’d come to my senses about how irresponsible I was being.

But perhaps he’d realize any second how ridiculous this was, really. He would figure out that the quivering virgin spread beneath him was too shy and awkward to play in his world.

“Oh!” My back arched high off the cushions as he plunged a finger inside me. The action, combined with his tongue, was too much to stay quiet through. I moaned and writhed as he teased me mercilessly. The finger pulsed in and out, injecting me with pleasure. He made me feel so good . . .

Luka sat back on his heels and both hands hurried to undo his belt and zipper. The air in the room went arctic.

“Wait!” Panic gripped me, locking my muscles.

He leaned over and put one hand on the cushion beside my head. “Shh, relax.” His voice was soothing, and followed immediately by his lips on mine. His kiss was slow and sweet. “We’re just going to put skin on skin.” His lips continued to assault and persuade, speaking and then kissing. “Did you like my mouth here?” His hand pressed to my damp body, touching my clit. “I’m going to put my cock on you, Addison. I’m going to tease you with it until you come.”

I shuddered, alight with excitement and trepidation. His belt clinked as it tumbled open, and he pulled his pants off of his hips, one side, then the other. His statement was technically true. We still had our clothes on, but it was really a lie. I was completely exposed with my breasts spilling over the tops of the cups of my bra and the skirt corded around my waist. Basically naked, with nowhere to hide trapped beneath him.

Luka gripped himself with the hand he wasn’t using for support, and slowly lowered onto me. The warm skin of his chest was our first connection, followed by his lips on mine, and then . . .

Holy hell!

Warning lights flashed in my head at how close I was to actual sex. His hard erection felt like it was wrapped in velvet when it pressed against my slit, only a fraction of an inch too high to gain entry. He groaned into my mouth and his lips were forceful and demanding. He kissed me as if I’d pissed him off and yet it turned him on.

Skin on skin, he’d said. I had no idea how amazing and torturous it was until he moved. His body slid over mine and I gasped as every point of contact between us came alive. The brush of his skin on my nipples was nice, but the ridge of his dick massaging my clit was something else entirely. A dark need roared to life and whispered terrible ideas, trying to bargain to get what it wanted.

Luka sawed his body back and forth on top of mine while he continued to control my mouth with his. His lips were incessant. They alternated between hard and soft, rough quickly followed by gentle and tender. It was impossible to match his ever-changing technique, especially when I was foggy with alcohol and lust.


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