She straddles me without hesitation, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of my thighs, and the heat between us kicks up a notch. “I should have known you guys are all professional athletes. The signs were all there.” Lucy pauses. “You’re so ...”
“Big? Manly? Huge? Strong?”
She laughs. “Yes.”
I capture her lips again. Her hips shift against mine, and the friction makes me groan into her mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging and sending sparks shooting down my spine.
I want her—no,needher—and judging by the way she’s clinging to me, she feels the same.
Her shirt rides up as my hands explore, and when my thumbs brush the underside of her bra, she arches into me. I trail kisses down her neck, taking my time, and when I reach the spot below her ear, she lets out a soft moan that makes my self-control hang by a thread.
“Strong enough to lift you in one motion and carry you to the bed.”
Lucy’s breath hitches, and her laugh is soft as she nuzzles my neck. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”
Before she can say another word, I hook my hands under her thighs and stand, lifting her off the couch like she weighs nothing.
She gasps, her arms wrapping instinctively around my neck as she clings to me.
I’m strong, Goddammit.
Me Caveman.
“Show-off,” she whispers, but the smile on her face says she’s not complaining.
I start walking toward the hallway, each step slow and deliberate, making sure she feels every bit of my strength holding her securely against me. Her legs tighten around my waist, and the friction sends another jolt of heat straight through me.
I gently press her back against the doorframe for a moment, my lips finding hers again in a kiss that’s deeper, hungrier than before.
Her fingers tug at my hair, and I groan, the sound rumbling between us as her hips shift against mine again.
“Bed,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible between kisses.
The soft mattress dips beneath us, and she pulls me down with her, her body molding perfectly to mine. My hands slide up her sides, pushing her shirt higher until I pull it over her head and toss it aside.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, taking a moment to admire her, my gaze trailing from her flushed cheeks to the soft curve of her waist.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes dark with desire, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and she tugs it upward, like she can’t wait to feel my skin against hers. I pull it off in one motion and toss it to the floor before leaning down to kiss her again. Her fingers trace the lines of my chest and abs, her touch light but electric, making my muscles tense under her fingertips.
“You’re so hot,” Lucy breathes, dragging her nails down my stomach.
Her hips lift, pressing against mine, and I groan, the friction almost too much to handle. My hands move to her waist, fingers slipping under the elastic of her leggings. I pause, looking up at her, giving her a chance to stop me.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice rough with restraint.
Her gaze meets mine, and she nods, her voice soft but sure. “Yeah. More than okay.”
I slide her leggings down, leaving a trail of kisses along her thighs as I go. She’s trembling beneath me, her breathing shallow, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m the reason for it.
When I finally return to her lips, she pulls me closer, her hands roaming over my back as if she can’t get enough. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the feel of her pressed against me has my control hanging by a thread.
“You’re making it really hard to take things slow,” I murmur against her mouth, my hands gripping her hips.
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who said I wanted slow?”
Her words are like gasoline on a fire, and I crash my lips against hers, my movements growing more urgent as the last of my restraint slips away. Her hands explore every inch of me, and I do the same, memorizing the way her body responds to my touch.
