Tenth encounter
“Oh, God. Don’t stop. If you dare stop. I…I…I…”
He chuckled softly in her ear. “How can you even speak while you’re coming?”
Lucas’ hungry lips were on hers before she could catch her breath, his hands in her hair and his knee pressed against hers.
She had kissed him a thousand times and slept with him dozens of times, but this kiss felt different. Rawer. Strangely soft even though his mouth was hard on hers. Warmer. Because it didn’t merely heat up her body. Because they hadn’t had a conversation nearly as long as tonight. Not one as meaningful.
Lucas slid his large, rough hand down her neck, tracing the contours of her body, feeling every inch of exposed skin as if he wanted to reassure himself that everything was still as he remembered it. Like it used to be.
But it didn’t feel like it used to. There was more.
Lucas slipped a hand under her t-shirt, ran his spread fingers up her stomach, and rubbed her hard nipples through the fabric of her bra, setting her insides on fire within seconds.
A moan escaped her as he pushed his tongue against hers in time with the way he rubbed his thumb over her breasts. He knew what she liked. He knew what she needed. How could someone know her body so damn well but not know that she was a terrible cook?
Her hands wandered to his shirt and tugged at the buttons before finally finding bare, taut skin stretched over defined pecs and abs.
She knelt so that she towered over him on the couch. So she could control the kiss. So Lucas had to match her rhythm, not her to his. So she could deepen it as she slipped her hands under his shirt, savoring the feeling of his muscles rippling beneath her touch, constantly tensing and relaxing.
Her lips were urgent but leisurely. She wanted to savor him. It was how she would have savored him back then if she’d known it would be her last time. She had the upper hand, so she could do whatever she wanted…
Oh God.
Lucas moved between her legs. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose; May in California was warm enough, and she shivered as he stroked her sensitive inner thighs.
He spread her thighs so that her knees slid further apart on the cushion before rubbing them with his knuckles through the thin, already damp fabric. The contact had her hips jerking uncontrollably, and she wanted more immediately.
“Shit,” she whispered as Lucas caught her gasp again with his lips. She felt the bastard smile. He knew what she was doing and wouldn’t give her control, taking it back with each of his touches.
He kissed her open-mouthed, slipped into her panties, and slowly circled her center with just the right pressure, in just the right place before he sank two fingers into her at once.
Anna whimpered. God, she had missed it — feeling so damn desired. As if not even in his dreams could he think of any other woman or want to touch any other woman besides her. She lowered herself onto his fingers. She couldn’t help but ride his hand as the desire and heat built in a flash in her abdomen.
“You’re the devil.”
He sank into her up to his last knuckles, and she moaned as he simultaneously circled his thumb firmly on her core and pressed his fingers against the same spot from within.
“For real, you’re the devil, you…”
“Do you realize that my goal has always been to drive you so crazy that you can’t speak?” he whispered against her mouth, abruptly withdrawing his fingers.
She missed his touch immediately and couldn’t help but stare at him, baffled. “What? Why the hell don’t you keep going?”
“I’ve found a surefire way,” he continued, ignoring her words.
“A surefire way to shut me up…”
“Yes,” he interrupted, before abruptly pulling her legs forward. She fell back onto the cushions, and before she could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he had already draped one of her legs over his shoulder and was licking down her inner thigh. He simply pushed her panties aside…and the next moment, he pressed his lips hard against her hot center and sucked.
And he was right. She was losing her mind. She lost the ability to speak. To think. She could only feel, totally focused on his mouth on her clit. On the fingers he was thrusting into her. On his teeth scraping her most sensitive spot, setting her ablaze.He circled her with his tongue, sucked on her, kissed her, and within seconds, the sensations took over.
With a helpless whimper, Anna came against his lips so hard that her ears rang. But Lucas wouldn’t let go. He continued to prolong her orgasm with his mouth and his fingers until she was nothing but rubber. And only when her pelvis stopped twitching did he pull his head out from between her legs and smile up at her. “See? Speechless.”
She laughed and straightened up, pressing him back against the couch armrest with both hands on his chest. “Oh, you’re going to regret that,” she whispered, sliding one of her legs over his. “I’m not so bad at driving you crazy myself.”
She dug her fingers into his hair and lowered herself onto his lap, tasting herself on his lips as she kissed him. She watched his eyes darken further with each second as she rubbed her hips over his rock-hard erection. Rocking back and forth. She kissed him and kissed him while her hand ran to the waistband of his jeans…
