“You remembered too.”
“Yes. Because…” Her cheeks turned pink. “Well, because afterward, you made me come twice with your mouth. It was a memorable evening.”
He lifted one corner of his mouth. “You said you wanted more. I took your request seriously.”
She laughed. “Yes. Very much so.”
“So, what did you mean by not good for you?”
She swallowed. “I meant…that you raised my sex standards too high.”
Oh. “I won’t apologize for that,” he said tersely.
She laughed louder. “That’s what I thought. But it wasn’t just that. I guess it scared me that I couldn’t get enough. That you occupied my thoughts so much that I felt…so in your presence. Because I could do whatever I wanted with you. Without feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed. Without fear of being judged. I was so…free with you. And the feeling was fantastic. But I knew it would have to end at some point — and that I would probably spend the rest of my life searching for a man who could make me feel the same way. So, yeah…” She swallowed, “I guess you weren’t good for me.”
“How about now?” he murmured, his voice rough but soft. The emotions her words had unleashed in him were so loud. He knew what she meant. His body and mind knew it. He felt it in his damn soul.
Freedom. And the fear that it would be over, even though he hadn’t realized that until he’d finished.
“How about now…what?” she whispered, her gaze sliding to his lips and lingering there, tugging at his control.
“Now I am good for you?”
“I think so,” she whispered. “At least, you were a good…a good friend yesterday.”
“I see.”
“Yes, and I think…” She swallowed, pulling her gaze back up, her pupils dilated. “I think we’re working out rather well, don’t you? As friends?”
“Yes. Completely,” he murmured and kissed her.
There was no point in not doing it. If he pulled himself together now, he’d lose control the next time she smiled. If he refused to give in to his urges this morning, they’d come back to haunt him in a few days at a more inappropriate moment — like in the damned team shower.
He was powerless. He still couldn’t resist her.
And, fuck, he didn’t even want to anymore.
When she wrapped her leg around his hip, put her hands around his face, and returned the kiss, it was as if someone had straightened a picture that had been crooked for weeks. Desire washed through his body in hot waves, and he knew that Anna was the only one who could ever quench it. She was the only one who gave him what he needed, what he wanted, simply by existing. By burying her hands in his hair and rolling him onto his back. By sitting on his cock and instinctively rolling her hips against his until he was so rock hard it almost hurt.
Anna’s movements were urgent and her eyes sparkled with the same heat he felt throughout his body. Yet her touch was so infinitely gentle. Her fingers, exploring his abs, were soft, as if they were stroking not only his skin, but also his insides. It was as if she were acknowledging everything he had never shown anyone else, and everything he’d kept to himself his entire life. And then she smiled — and he knew he’d lost. That he would willingly give her everything she wanted from him. And, just then, what she wanted was to take off his shirt, judging by the insistent motion of her hands.
He sat up and obliged her before removing her top and bra himself, before wrapping his arms tighter around her, and pressing her harder against his erection. Anna moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. But it was the sound of her mouth alone that made his breathing quicken and the sweet heaviness in his groin unbearable. She rode his cock through her pants as she opened her mouth over his, kissing him deeply. She whimpered as he cupped her breasts and roughly rubbed his thumbs over their hard peaks.
Her body was an open book. It practically screamed at him what it needed, and it was so much easier to understand than any conversation he’d ever had.
God, he wanted to be inside her. Now.
“Not yet,” Anna whispered against his lips as if reading his mind. “Not yet.” She pressed both hands against his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. She kissed his shoulder, licked his flat nipples, and peeled his pants and briefs off his legs before moving her mouth lower.
He groaned and looked down at her. He loved that she looked up at him from under half-closed eyelids. That she didn’t hold back. That she could make him forget everything with just a look.
“I’m in control today, Lucas,” she said, smiling, running her hands up his thighs.
What was she talking about? She was always in control. He was helpless, at her mercy. Every time. How could she not realize that? How…
But his brain stopped functioning when she took him into her mouth. She licked the tip, once, twice, before opening her lips over it and slowly sliding it down his shaft. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, mimicking the movements of her mouth.
And he was lost.
