His hands flatten against the tile on either side of me, caging me in. I can feel every inch of him, hard and unyielding, holding back more than he’s letting on. The soft rasp of his breath against my ear makes my thighs clench.
“Turn around,” he orders. I do what he says without argument. And Lucien Moretti drops to his knees in front of me.
THIRTEEN
BRIAR
This cannot be happening,and yet, there is not a chance in hell that I’m going to stop Lucien from bringing me to orgasm. I’ve been aching for him almost from the moment I laid eyes on him, and the thought of his wicked mouth on my body is enough to make me wet, shower not withstanding.
I slump against the tiles, reach for him, and run my fingers through his hair. His wicked mouth is kissing the inside of my thighs, his tongue sending a delicious shiver up my spine. I want to order him, tell him to stop teasing me and do what we both want, and yet I also want to relish the build-up, to see what else he has in store for me.
I can imagine it’s nothing but wonderful.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I’ve not been spoken to in such a way for so long, not since Spain when Matteo was pretending to be someone he wasn’t. I push away the thought of my ex and throw myself into what Lucien is doing, what he is saying.
All the right things.
His tongue sneaks achingly close to my vagina, and I lift my leg, slipping it over his shoulder like some begging wanton.Lucien makes a growling, welcoming kind of sound that vibrates through my body, and before I can catch my breath, his mouth descends on me.
He licks from one end of my sex to the other, one long stroke that eliminates all thought. “Lucien,” I gasp, tilting my hips, wanting him deeper, harder against me.
I’m not myself. I’m not normally so forward, but I want this man. I want him for myself.
He presses fully against me, his mouth fucking me, his tongue rolling against my clit. I moan, fist his hair in my hand, and close my eyes, losing myself in his ability.
“Yes, just like that.”
He moves his hand and presses two fingers into me, curving his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside. I undulate on his hand, shamelessly rubbing my cunt against his face. He doesn’t stop. My desperation only seems to increase his determination, and I know I’m going to come.
“Lucien…” My legs shake as the first tremors of my release spike through me, taunting at first before they splinter through me, shattering me into a million pieces. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
He doesn’t. His mouth savors every last tremor that shudders through my body before he stands. He’s before me now, fully clothed and dripping wet. God, he looks good. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and I can see his muscular abs. My breathing is ragged, my body craving more. I reach for him, wanting him to fuck me.
He smiles and pulls my arms from his shoulders and sets me away. “Not tonight. Not yet. You’re injured and I don’t want to hurt you or for you to be in any pain. But once you’re healed, there will be no stopping me from fucking you until you scream.”
I shiver at his declaration, even in the hot shower. “I look forward to it.”
He moves out of the shower, grabbing a towel before he strolls casually out of the room. I watch him go, marveling at how controlled he always is. I want to break his control, have him lose his ability to be so calm in any situation.
I finish my shower and quickly dry myself, opting for a robe and nothing else. I make my way out into the kitchen and find Lucien behind the counter, cooking two steaks and some herb potatoes baking in the oven.
“You prepared this quickly.” I sit up on the stool at the bench and watch as he seasons the meat before placing it onto a hot grill.
“My cook left it prepared for us. I gave her the night off.”
“You like to cook?” I’d not thought that the CEO of Moretti Global would be so homey, but then there isn’t much about this man that I do know in truth, but from what I’ve learned so far he seems far better than most.
“Not particularly, but I can cook. I learned to when I had to make sure my brothers were fed. There weren’t many looking out for us at one time and so that responsibility fell on me as the eldest.”
I don’t like to hear that he, or any children for that matter, had a hard upbringing. It certainly explains why he has a drive for keeping people safe — family or friends.
I rest my elbows on the counter, watching him work the pan like he’s done it a hundred times. The scent of searing steak mixes with rosemary from the potatoes in the oven, filling the kitchen with something warm and homey. I didn’t expect this from him — didn’t expect any of this.
“You looked after your brothers,” I say softly, breaking the silence between us.
He nods once, flipping the steaks with precise movements. “Someone had to.”
