He reaches around me, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. It’s off me in seconds. I’m just happy he didn’t luck it off me. Seven is capable of making fabric tear or a zipper malfunction with nothing but intention. I’ve had bras deteriorate right off my body. I like this dress. I’m glad he didn’t ruin it, although the way he’s looking at me, I’m surprised he didn’t.
He lowers his nose to the side of my neck and brushes his lips along my skin. “You smell like him,” he says darkly.
I scoff. “I don’t see how. I hugged him goodbye. Nothing more.”
With a flick of his fingers, my bra comes unhooked and I let it drop on top of the dress. I reach for him but he backs away, leaving me standing alone in my panties. I give him a slow, taunting smile. “Well, Mr. Delaney, what do you plan to do with me now that you have my physical company?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and the world tilts on its axis. Luck rushes through me, an effervescent geyser that leaves me breathless and dizzy. He catches me before I can fall and whirls me behind the sofa. With a hand at the back of my neck, he bends me over the back until my chest falls against the plush white fabric, and I instinctively plant my hands on the cushions.
His hand rubs a circle over my ass. If he didn’t know I was turned on before, he knows now. I’m soaking wet.
“Mmm, Sophia, is this for me?” He moves my panties aside and strokes along my wet slit. A low, carnal sound rumbles from his chest. Heat bubbles through me again, a rush of sparkling luck that makes my body feel as light as air.
“Always,” I rasp. It’s hard to think, hard to breathe, around the luck he’s feeding me. My blood fizzes with it.
He leans over me, pulling my hair gently so he can whisper in my ear. “But you were late, bad girl. You kept me waiting.”
I turn my head and flash him a slow, smug smile. “You would have waited longer.”
His hand leaves my backside and then smacks against my ass. The momentary sting is dwarfed by a massive amount of pleasure as luck and heat rush between my legs. I moan and spread my feet a little wider.
“I bet you would have waited all night,” I say breathlessly.
He spanks me again, then drags his fingers through my wetness and circles my clit before pinching it just short of pain.
“Let’s see who’s willing to wait.” He removes his hand.
I try to stand up, but he grabs my hair to hold me in place and spanks me again, then sends a rush of luck to ease the sting. I moan and try to push into his hand, but he removes it and my panties in one swoop, leaving me cold.
“Seven,” I say breathlessly.
“I bet you’d wait all night,” he says, throwing my own words back at me.
I most certainly do not want to wait all night. I’m aching with a need that seems to ratchet up by the minute.
I don’t say a word. His hands land on my ass and spread me open right before his tongue licks up my center. I cry out from the current of desire that shoots through me. He pulls away.
Frustrated, I try to stand and reach for him, but his hand lands gently on the back of my neck, holding me in place. Palming my breast, he tugs at my nipple while his other hand strokes down my spine and between my legs. He massages my folds, circling, teasing. My legs start to shake.
His finger dips inside, and I try to buck against his hand, but he moves away, never deep enough, never hard enough. It’s a torturous tease. And when his thumb presses gently against my asshole, I find myself panting with need. He’s still fully dressed behind me, looking cool and collected, and I’m naked and so hot I might incinerate into ash if he doesn’t do something about it quickly.
I crack. “Please, Seven. I can’t wait. I need you in me.”
He leans over me, placing a kiss to the top of my spine. Luck dances across my skin, sending all my tiny hairs standing on end. “Are you begging?”
“Yes,” I say enthusiastically.
“Thank the gods,” he murmurs.
The sound of his belt and then his clothes hitting the floor has me breathing a sigh of relief. He grasps my hips and jerks me against him. My breath hitches.
He leans over me again, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he says, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll spend every minute away from me thinking about it.”
I turn enough to touch my lips to his, my voice heavy with emotion as I say, “I already do.”
A strangled sound exits his throat as he fills me in one rough thrust. I take a deep breath, adjusting myself to accommodate the size of him. He barely gives me a chance before he’s pounding into me. I grip the couch cushions and unfurl my wings, the feeling heavenly after having them tucked in all day.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles between thrusts.
