“I amnotconflicted.” I glance toward the window like whatever thumped against the cabin is about to burst inside and eat us alive. “I’m trying tosurvive.”
She bats her lashes. “Or we could make the most of ourlast momentstogether.”
I scowl down at her. “Yousuckat comforting people.”
A wicked smirk plays at her lips as she lifts the hem of my T-shirt and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my stomach, right above the waistband of my pants. “Speaking of sucking ...”
My brainshort-circuits.
My breath catches in my throat.
My hands hover uselessly at my sides like my body can’t decide if I should stop her or help her along. I am a dude, after all, and my dick loves to do the talking ...
“Lucy,” I warn, sounding so, so weak.
She looks up at me through dark lashes, the picture of sweetness and sin wrapped in one. “Hmm?” Her fingers toy with the button of my pants, the lightest graze of her nails sending sparks through my already overloaded system.
I exhale sharply, tilting my head back.I am so screwed.
“Still worried about survival?” she teases, pressing another kiss to my stomach. Navel.
My moan is not subtle. “Iwas. Now I’m worried I might actually die, but for very different reasons.”
She hums, hands splaying over my hip bones. “If you do, I promise to give a touching eulogy. Something tasteful.”
I tip my head forward so I can look down at her, one brow raised. “Tasteful?”
She grins. “Mostlytasteful. I might have to mention how you collapsed with a look of pure bliss on your face because your dick was in my mouth.”
Ichokeon a laugh, gripping her shoulders.
Lucy tugs at my zipper, fingers working with deliberate slowness, and my head falls back against the front door with a dullthump.
“Don’t you wish you could resist me?” she wants to know, doing her best to undo my pants.
Resist her?
Ican’t.
Which is the problem.
My hands go to her arms so I can haul her up, ignoring her startled gasp. “Enough of this,” I murmur, sliding my arms around her waist and spinning us soherback is the one pressed against the door. “You think you’re in control here?”
She blinks up at me, a wicked little smile curving her lips. “Oh, honey,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my chest. “IknowI am.”
I don’t give her a chance to prove it.
I claim her mouth in a desperate, searing kiss, pressing my body flush against hers, feeling every inch of her warmth, every soft curve molding against me. Shemelts, a sigh slipping from her lips as I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back so I can taste her deeper. Her hands fist in my hoodie, pulling me closer, no space left between us.
And then,to drive me completely insane, she lifts one leg, wraps it around my leg, a silent plea to screw her against the door.
I break the kiss with a groan, dropping my forehead to hers. “Lucy,” I murmur, breathless. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Only in the best way.”
I shake my head, pressing my hips flush against hers, feeling her sharp inhale. “Bed. Now.”
She hums, considering. “Or. We could do it right here.”
