“I would be so flattered if you did,” she says, lips brushing against my neck. “I can feel how hard you are.”
Like a rock.
I laugh, low and rough, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her even closer still ...
“I’m gonna lose it,” I admit, my voice rough, and she laughs again, soft and breathless, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s all heat and desperation.
“Me too,” she whispers.
Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging. Sending a bolt of heat through me.
I curse under my breath, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes are bright, wild, and full of something that feels like freedom—like she’s ready to jump and take me with her.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck . . .
“Oh shit,” I groan, the words catching in my throat as the hot rush of release hits me, thick and undeniable. My body jerks, and I pull back, mortified. Heat floods my face, and I press my palms to my eyes like I can somehow erase what just happened.
I keep my hands over my face, not daring to look at her, but I can feel her eyes on me, feel the tension hanging heavy in the air.
She pauses, her eyes widening for a moment before her lips quirk into a teasing smile. “Did you just—?”
“Come in my pants? Yeah,” I clarify, running a hand through my hair, mortified. “Not my finest moment, I know.”
Her laugh is soft, warm, not mocking in the slightest. “You’re adorable,” she says, brushing her fingers over my cheek. “So relatable.”
Adorable.
So relatable . . .
Every man’s dream come true.
I groan, burying my face in her shoulder, half laughing at myself. “You’re being way too nice about this.”
She tilts my chin up, her smile softening. “You think I’m done with you? Not even close.” Her tone is teasing, but there’s heat in her gaze that sends a fresh jolt through me despite everything. “But maybe we take this slow for now.”
I groan, leaning back and covering my face with my hands. “I think I broke the record for most embarrassing moment.”
She laughs softly, pulling my hands away. “Come on. That can’t be the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you. Besides”—her gaze drops to my lips, and she bites her own—“I’d say it’s a compliment.”
I narrow my eyes at her teasing grin. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Maybe a smidge.” Lucy traces my jaw with the tip of her finger. “And can I say: You’re ridiculously hot when you’re flustered.”
“Hot as in good looking and sexy, or hot as in sweaty and gross?”
“Sexy.” She hesitates. “And a little sweaty.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Hefting myself up off the couch, I tug my shirt down self-consciously over my semi-boner, hoping she doesn’t notice—or worse, that she absolutely does.
My face burns either way.
