“This is a two-way street, Oliver.”
“It’s not,” I tell her firmly as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
A low grumble escapes her lips. “I would never let you sacrifice yourself at my expense.”
“It’s not your call to make, sweetheart.”
“Why?” she asks, her face scrunched up in the cutest expression.
“Because you’re mine,” I tell her, stepping over the edge of casually dating to something serious.
Her eyes soften as her mouth opens then quickly snaps shut again.
Before she has a chance to say anything—and by anything, I mean argue with me—I lean forward and cover her mouth with mine. The kiss isn’t soft and gentle. It’s not sweet or innocent. This is a moment where my lips demand her obedience and submission, wanting her to know she’s mine, and in return, I’m hers.
Lulu melts into me, becoming putty in my handsas she finds the hem of my T-shirt with her fingers and slides them beneath. The coolness of her touch makes the skin on my back pebble under her caress.
My hand slips to the back of her neck, holding her closer, bending her to give me more access. I deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling together like it’s a battle neither one of us wants to lose.
The shop is closed, and tonight, Liam’s busy taking Sharla out of town to some convention. The garage isn’t a place people wander into unless they’re meant to be here or have an appointment.
When Lulu arrived, I locked everything up, making sure we wouldn’t have any interruptions. I had plans for tonight, none of which included finding out I wouldn’t be facing jail time, but all of them ended with Lulu naked and underneath me.
She digs her fingernails into the skin at my sides. “I need you inside me.”
Her words crash over me like a wave, causing my control to slip from the final tether that had held it in place.
“Mine,” I growl, wishing life could always be like this.
Lulu slides her fingers down, the nails scraping against my skin hard enough they’ll leave a mark. My hand finds her ass, hauling her upward with one arm. As if she’s done it a thousand times before, she spreads her legs and latches them around my middle, but our mouths never leave each other.
I carry her to my desk, setting her down in front, and finally break the kiss. “Strip,” I tell her as her eyes blaze bright.
Without an argument, she moves quickly, tearing off her top, taking the bra with it. I’m not even sure the fabric hits the floor before her hands are at the waistband of her pants. Leggings are great for looking, but when it comes to quick access and getting them off, they’re the absolute worst.
Her leggings are finally down, and she kicks them off, nearly panting under the weight of my gaze. My hands find the button on my jeans, working faster than they ever have before. In under thirty seconds, we’re both naked and panting.
There’s nothing that needs to be said. We both know what we want. What we need.
Our mouths come together again as she nearly hurls herself against me. We’re a tangle of limbs and tongues, moaning as our hands roam each other’s naked bodies.
Lulu places a hand against my chest, pushing me downward, and I let my body crumple to the floor.
“Lie back,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to ride you.”
I do as I’m told because nothing in this moment sounds better. Being inside Lulu is like tasting a piece of heaven and having her above me where I can see and touch her, watching her fall apart, is nothing short of nirvana.
My head is barely against the rug under my desk when she lines her body up and spears herself on my cock. I’m momentarily winded by the sheer amount of pleasure that spreads throughout my body. I find her hips with my hands as she rises, about to slam back down to me.
I try to slow her movement, but there’s no stopping her. She has a look in her eyes that tells me there isn’t a thing in the world that could control her in this moment, especially me.
I can’t take my eyes off her as her hair sways and her hips move, riding me like she is racing toward the finish line. Her fingers curl into my pecs, her nails nearly piercing the skin.
When she moans, I nearly come undone underneath her. I can feel the orgasm clawing up my insides. I try to push it down, but I know I’m fighting a losing battle. With the way she’s fucking me, I can’t stop the freight train that’s barreling toward me.
I let her take what she wants, hurtling right off the cliff. My eyes snap shut as the wave crashes over, stealing my breath and my very ability to think. Before the pleasure ebbs, Lulu follows me over, moaning my name as her movements slow until she finally collapses forward on top of me.
“Damn,” she gasps, breathing heavily and trying to regain her equilibrium.
