I took my mind right back to about a month or so ago when Luc had first taken me to the ballet. That week was crazy. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We even missed work, and when we were at work, we used to steal time away in the stationary closet. I was certain someone must have heard us.
I’d never behaved that way before with anyone.
Here I was again, ready to indulge in Mr. Perfect.
He was that and so much more for me.
Luc set me down on the bed and proceeded to take off my shoes. I giggled when he threw them to the corner by the wardrobe. Next came my pants. He tugged on my panties, and I had to smack his hands away at the memory of last night when he’d torn them off me.
“No, you crazy guy. I never really got to pack much of a bag and I’m not walking around the place with no panties in front of all these men.”
“You’re moving in with me when this is over,” he said, looming over me with a wicked smile on his face.
“Am I? I live in LA.”
“No, goddess, youlivedin LA. You can visit your friends when you want, but you’re here with me. Chicago here.”
“Isn’t me moving in supposed to freak you out?”
“Nah, it would freak me out if you said no. I noticed you’re not saying no.”
“I didn’t say no.” I didn’t, and I wouldn’t.
“So, then you’re saying yes.”
“You seem to be the boss of me, so I guess I’m saying yes.”
At that he moved down to my panties, bit the edge, then tugged on the lace with his teeth. The sight was truly hot, and sexy.
His blue gaze flickered, then turned darker to a twilight blue. The sinful smirk that inched across his sensual lips made my mouth water.
I didn’t think he would do it, but using his teeth, he slid my panties all the way down, down, down my legs. I didn’t have to think hard to remember last night, and nothing on earth could make me forget how I’d felt. I craved it now, wanting the wild passion once more.
He shrugged out of his T-shirt and pants, leaving on his Calvin Kline boxers, but I could see the bulge of his erection fighting against the soft cotton.
I took in the masterpiece vision of him standing before me like a dark god ready to take me in whatever way he wanted.
His perfectly sculpted abs, the peaks and valleys of the dip of the muscles that lined his torso, and the tattoos.
The satisfied smile that danced on his lips as he looked at me spoke of hot, sexual promises that I wanted desperately.
He moved back to me and tugged on the hem of my camisole top, lifting it over my head as I sat up. Luc then undid the clasp of my bra and practically dove in to suck my breasts as they spilled out. I could never get enough of him, and he could do that to me forever.
I arched my back into his wild suckle, and we both fell back onto the bed. His lips soft and searching moved down my stomach and left a wake of fiery kisses that sizzled my skin. Sizzled and scorched me clean.
Down he went until he reached my core and licked at the sensitive skin of my entrance. When he pushed his tongue inside me and started licking, I knew this would be a replay of last night.
Just like then, he licked me in soft, even strokes that made desperate moans fall from my lips. Mindless moans of passion and bliss left me as the heat of desire washed over my body in a cascade of waves.
I was close to the edge. Riding on the wave of emotion that gripped me.
Luc pulled back and looked at me. Now the blue of his eyes was much darker. Dark with pleasure and sin.
“Not yet,” he taunted. “Hold it.”
God, I couldn’t. It felt like an assault of my emotions when I held it. I sucked in a breath and allowed him to continue working his magic on me. Licking, sucking, teasing the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.
Jesus, I couldn’t take any more. “Luc, I can’t…”
