He took in the bottle of wine—minus any wine glasses—beside the items he placed on the nightstand. His gaze travelled to the overflow of laundry in the wicker basket near the en suite bathroom door and the garments she’d just discarded on the floor. The rest of her house was immaculate, but her bedroom was her haven and never really prepared for company.
Sadly, her dad and brother were the most likely to be found here when they wanted to avoid their wives, lounging on the bed beside her as they all watched sports or action movies on the big screen.
Lucas propelled himself backward and landed in the center of her bed, bouncing on it experimentally.
“What kind of mattress is this, sweetness—Posturepedic, Pillow Top? You must sleep like the dead on this thing.” He pushed back the covers and shifted and started to climb beneath them. “What the…ewwww,wet spot.”
He shot her a strange look. Heat exploded over the surface of her skin.
“What you been up here doin’ in this bed, Sienna Red?”
Having dreams of you pounding into me like a bull.That’s what shewasn’tgoing to say. “I was having a nightmare.”
He pressed his nose to sheets and breathed in. “Your nightmares smell lovely, darlin’,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows and gazing at her knowingly. “Like you…and sex.”
“Well I guess I just smell like sex when I sleep then, Lucas,” she snapped.
He watched her as if wicked scenes were playing out in his mind. Her womb grew heavy, yet felt oh so empty…
She looked away as he pushed the covers farther back and slipped between them.
“What are you doing?”And why the hell was she letting him do it?
“I sure hope I don’t feel nothin’ from the dick emporium pushin’ against my backside,” he mumbled. “That could be awkward for both of us.”
“You need to leave. It is three o’clock in the morning—”
“Fully aware of the time, darlin’,” he said, patting the mattress. “Climb on in and rock me to sleep so we can get some shut-eye, okay? I got a busy day tomorrow.”
Watching him there, his head cushioned on her pillow, his eyelids half closed, his left hand resting on his thigh, thumb lazily stroking the side of Bubba—who was pushing against the thin material encasing him and threatening to break free—she couldn’t deny how much she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the press of his massive body against hers.
It had been years since she’d slept with a man, but oh, the things she’d learned since divorcing Chaduwo. Being a partial owner of Red’s had provided benefits that had nothing to do with IRAs or a 401(k).
Lowering her head, she unknotted the belt and let her robe fall open, exposing a strip of flesh that extended from cleavage to her pubic area. His eyes locked on the latter as his hips jerked up, causing him to fist his dick as if holding Bubba back.
“So you like it wild?” he asked, taking in the triangle between her thighs. “Or is it just that there was no one to showcase her for?”
She let the robe puddle at her feet. “A little of both.”
“Aw, Stormy, aw, Stormy…” he muttered, rising to his feet. “Come here and let me play in all that wildness. And if you can handle that little bit of roughhousing, well then maybe I’ll unleash the fiend, see if you can survive his predilections.”
She didn’t trust the shadow reflecting from the depths of his hard green eyes, and he must have seen her flash of indecision. His hand shot out, shackled around her upper arm and pulled her against him. He slid his hand over her shoulder until he gripped the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. “Now now, ain’t no cause for distress at this stage.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “But I am gonna make her cry, Stormy, I’m gonna make her weep real hard, darlin’.”
Stormy swallowed. She was actually trembling, and she couldn’t determine if it was from fear or lust. Lucas’s left hand kneaded her hip, digging deep into the flesh, loosening the tension there before moving to cup a heavy breast. His fingers gentled, working relentlessly for a response she struggled to suppress, feeling stripped bare as he held her gaze.
She wasn’t ready…she thought she was, but she wasn’t ready for him, wasn’t ready for—
He pinched her nipple and she cried out. Contractions deep inside her womb shook her, caused her pelvis to bump against his hip, seeking, needing. His fingers stroked her body, creating a heat that cried for her to devour him, to consume his life-giving seed until she’d glutted herself into a sex coma.
“You got protection?” His voice was gravelly, as if something wild spoke through him. And she liked it. Liked the danger reverberating within it, the power.
“Always,” she muttered, feeling utterly exposed and unprotected as she retrieved a handful of condoms from her nightstand and tossed them on the bed.
Reaching up, she exercised her own power, gripped the hair resting against the back of his neck and pulled it to the left exposing the cord of tendon. She bit down, holding and sucking as if she were a bitch and this was her favorite bone.
He growled, maybe moaned, she wasn’t sure.
Fanning the fingers of her other hand against his thigh, she drew her nails up over his skin until she reached the mound of his ass and dug in, just to give a little pain, just to let him knowhewasn’t safe. Though he might dominate her physically, he was by no means protected.
