“Fuck. Lucy.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and stood from the couch, taking her with him.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please fuck Lucy.”
His control unraveled like a string being pulled, and he turned them in the direction of his bedroom. If he was giving in to his ultimate temptation, they were going to be in a bed. “Be sure,wife,” he rasped against her ear.
She nipped his earlobe into her mouth and pulled on it gently. “I was sure two nights ago when you finger fucked me in your spare bedroom—husband.”
Her crudeness ripped a loud groan from him, and with one swift movement, he lifted her all the way up, until her legs looped around his waist like a vise, and her mouth obliterated him with a kiss. Every thought of honor, decency, and integrity disappeared from his mind like he hadn’t spent his entire life building them into the foundation of his character.
The only thought he had now was Lucy.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
It’s funny how the things that should feel like mistakes almost never do. At least that was the thought that went through Lucy’s head as Joel carried her down the hall to his bedroom.
How many times had he told her that he’d wanted to go slow? And yet, she’d watched him war with himself over wanting her for days, while she would have gladly given herself over to the lust that night after clubbing with her sister and friends. This closeness she craved with him; it had never felt wrong to her.
Mine.That’s what he’d called her. And maybe things were still fragile between them, and maybe it could still go to hell. But as much as she was his, he was hers too, and as his lips traveled down her neck, words whispering against her skin that she couldn’t quite make out, she knew this would be worth it. If it only ever remained a memory, it would be worth it—like all the other memories they’d made.
In his bedroom, he set her down and stepped backinhaling deeply as he took her in, his jaw bunching tightly. She could guess what he was thinking.
“You’re thinking that we should go slow,” she said.
The tic in his jaw picked up.
“You want to prove to me that you meant everything you said?” She kept an eye on that betraying flinch on his cheek, the only tell in his otherwise set, unreadable features. She pulled at the knot of his tie, fully releasing it, and letting the silk slip through her fingers to the floor. “You want to be careful and gentle because of our past.” She worked a few more buttons free before she brought her mouth right to that tic. “You forget that I never liked it when you were gentle.”
She licked across his cheek, already rough with a day’s worth of stubble, and that was what cracked him.
Poke the bear and the claws come out, was how the weight of all Joel’s untethered desire came down on her. His kisses were ferocious, all-consuming, like he needed to devour her entirely if he had any hope of survival. One hand gripped her nape, while the other yanked up her skirt, his hand moving expertly to find the soft spot between her legs.
Lucy gasped, her head tipping back,
He jolted. “I can stop,” he whispered harshly against her mouth. “One word from you and so help me God, I will stop, Luciana.”
He meant it. She trusted that his control was too well honed for her to believe otherwise. He might push her to the edge, but he’d always be able to stop. Except stopping was the exact opposite of what she wanted. What she wanted was for the full force of Joel Morgan to be unleashed on her so she could finally end this four-year starvation. So she let a slow smile stretch across her lips, before lifting herfingers to mimic zipping her mouth closed. There would be no stopping tonight.
A grunt tore from him as he yanked her blouse over her head and flung it somewhere along with the skirt he’d shoved down her legs and the shirt and tie she wrenched from his body. If there was a tearing sound and a spray of buttons when she’d done it, neither of them batted an eye.
They were down to their underwear as she stepped backward toward the mattress. He turned her swiftly, pressing her back against his torso, his hand settling in a loose grip around her throat. With a nudge, he tipped her head sideways and sucked the spot on her neck just below her jaw, hard enough so that there would be a mark there in the morning.
“So everyone who sees you knows what we did tonight,” he told her right before his fingers dipped into her panties and delved between her drenched center. “Oh fuck, Lucy, if that’s how wet you are for me already, I don’t think I can go slow.”
“Then don’t,” she begged, her voice vibrating against his palm.
He spun her, his eyes burning into hers for the briefest moment, and she let him see it all, her desire, her need, her consent. Content with whatever he absorbed from her gaze, he pressed her down onto the bed, laying her back until she was fully spread out before him.
With intense focus, Joel tugged her panties down over her thighs, his gaze never leaving the apex.
“I’m hungry,” he growled in a voice that brought back a wave of déjà vu, a memory of having done this before with him so many times. A memory she hadn’t allowed anywhere near her head space in years. He raised his eyes to look at her intently. “Can I?”
Lucy nodded, and he pushed her thighs apart, gripping them as he lowered himself, running his nose along her seam as he inhaled, then moaned, the sound vibrating on her skin. When he licked his tongue right through her slit, from bottom to top, curling around her clit before doing it again, her back arched reflexively, mouth opening as she sucked in air.
Her thighs trembled beyond her control. She was ready to come apart right now.
His grip tightening on her flesh stopped her. “Not yet, Luciana. I’ll say when.”
Good God, the authority in that voice. The controlled, precise way he instructed her. It sent another flood of moisture to the place he was feasting on. After two weeks, it was hard to deny that she’d missed him, but she’d be outright lying if she said she hadn’t missedthis. The way his body awakened hers. The way he had her begging for it within minutes. His kind of witchcraft went beyond seduction. His was a domination she welcomed.
