My towel hits the floor somewhere between the bathroom and her bedroom, but I don’t even register it.
All I can think about isdick.
Mine.
Inside her.
I brace a hand against the doorframe, inhaling deep, willing some kind of rational thought back into my body.
It doesn’t work.
She’s leaning back against her pillows, sprawled out. “You lose something?”
My jaw tics. “You know damn well what I lost.”
Her eyes roam down my chest, to my cock. “You came chasing after me.”
“As if I wasn’t gonna? You’re fuckingnaked!”
Lucy laughs, tipping back her neck, water dripping onto her bedding. She does not care. Shimmies forward on the bed, legs hanging off the edge ...
I step up, pulling her forward, standing between her thighs. My hands trail up, slow, deliberate.
My grip tightens, and I drag her closer until our bodies are flush. Until the head of my dick is at the entrance of her heat. The scent of her shampoo, the fucking smug glint in her eye—I should make her beg me to fuck her. Should make her chase me ...
But I’m desperate for her.
When she lifts a leg, wrapping it around my hip, I’m gone.
She smirks. “You love being teased.”
I nod in agreement. “You love pushing your luck.”
Her fingers trail up her stomach and over her own breasts. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“Fuckyou.”
I don’t wait. Don’t hesitate.
Her gasp is swallowed by my mouth as I lean down to claim her, her back arching, hands gripping my shoulders. Her nails bite into my skin, dragging,demanding, pulling me in deeper.
“God,” she breathes, head tipping back as I thrust, slow at first ... to make her squirm ... to hear the little whimper she makes when I go deep inside her.
I could make her wait longer. Draw this out. But I’m barely holding on myself.
“Not so smug now, huh?” I murmur against her throat, my lips trailing lower, tasting the salt of her skin.
She fists a hand in my hair, tugging me back to meet her gaze. Lust drunk, hazy, and completely unguarded.
“Shut up,” she whispers, voice rough with need. “Don’t stop.”
I grin, my grip tightening as I pull her impossibly closer. “With pleasure.”
Her body arches beneath me, her breath breaking in a gasp that sends a shiver down my spine. I drag my lips over her collarbone, lingering at the pulse point beneath her jaw, feeling the way it pounds in time with mine. She’s warm and pliant in my hands, her skin damp.
Lucy buries her face in my neck, her lips brushing my skin, a quiet moan spilling against my throat. I swear it’s the most intoxicating sound I’ve ever heard.
“Jeez, you feel so fuckin’ good,” she whispers, voice barely audible, but I feel the plea in the way her body moves against mine.
