I stop at the edge of the bed and crook a finger. “Come here.”
She climbs to her knees, full breasts on display.
“Has anyone ever told you that your curves are fucking perfect?” I ask, trailing a finger down her sternum.
She shivers, and her eyes fall to half-mast as she shakes her head.
What kind of assholes has she been dating? Because only a special type of asshole could fail to recognize perfection when it was so clearly displayed before him.
You’re one to talk.
The difference is, I never make the same mistake twice. I may only have five days left with the exquisite woman before me, but I’ll make the most of each and every one.
“Well, now I’m telling you.” I cup her chin and force her to meet my eyes. “Your curves are fucking perfection. I want to trace each and every one with my tongue.”
“Promises, promises.”
She strokes my cock with a featherlight touch, dragging a finger up my shaft and over the head, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my brain.
I’m so turned on, it’s not going to take long for me to come.
I tear the condom open and roll it over my length.
The instant I finish, Lucy kisses me, her mouth warm and wet as she works her way across my jaw and down my neck. She peppers kisses along my heated skin, and I wrap her soft curls around my fist, just like I’ve imagined so many times this week. Then her mouth is on my nipple, licking and sucking and biting and—
Christ.
I need to be inside this woman right fucking now.
Lucy must feel it, too, because she pulls me down on top of her. We land on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and lips, but it doesn’t matter.
Hell, the only thing that matters right now is pleasure.
I nudge her thighs apart and position myself at her opening.
Her dark eyes are locked on mine as I sink into her, burying myself to the hilt with one swift stroke. She cries out, her nails clamping down on my shoulders.
“You’re so damn tight,” I rasp.
The left side of her mouth hitches up in a sexy smile. “Or maybe you’re just so damn big.”
I chuckle. “You won’t get any argument from me.”
The urge to move, to sink into her soft, wet heat over and over, is nearly impossible to resist, but I wait, giving her an opportunity to adjust to my size.
It’s fucking torture.
Lucy doesn’t shy away from my heated gaze. Not when she hooks a leg around my back, inviting me deeper, and not when she rolls her hips, chasing her own pleasure.
Sweat gathers along my hairline as she grinds against me, but there’s no way I’m going to disappoint this woman by coming first. What we have may be strictly physical, but I won’t be another selfish asshole who puts his own pleasure before hers.
I move slowly, matching her pace. Our hips crash together, our bodies moving in unison. Every nerve in my body tingles with pleasure, and the tension at the base of my spine intensifies as I rock my hips, angling to reach the spot that will give her the most intense orgasm.
“Dios mío,” she pants. “That feels…so good.”
“It’s going to feel even better when you come,” I promise, dropping a kiss on her lips. “For both of us.”
I quicken my pace, pushing her higher and higher, and when Lucy finally spirals over the edge, her body gripping me tight, I’m right there with her, pleasure exploding from the base of my spine as she calls out my name.
