“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Oh, man.” A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his forehead. “I heard you’d been injured. You look fine.”
“I’m doing well.” I don’t give him any more information, but when he catches my eyes in the mirror, I glare. Fortunately, we’re nearing the cottage.
He clears his throat. “Yes, well, I hope you two enjoy the rest of your holiday.” He pulls to the side of the road, suddenly eager for us to disembark. I get out and reach back for Lucia. Her eyes twinkle as she lets me guide her from the car. The door is barely shut before he takes off.
“You’re ridiculous,” she tells me as he screeches away. “There was no need for that.”
“Agree to disagree.”
She pins me with a look. “I’m not going to run off with a random man.” She breaks into a smile. “But it’s flattering that you got a tiny bit jealous.”
I pout.Jealous?I’m not the guy who gets jealous. I’m the one who moves easily from one conquest to another and leaves them smiling behind me. But when it comes to Lucia, I can’t stomach the thought of moving on the way I used to. I’m confident she isn’t the kind of person who has casual affairs, so whatever is happening between us means something to her. Meanwhile, I feel a bit guilty because I have a history of skipping from one bed to another. For once, I wish I hadn’t been so promiscuous because it gives her reason to doubt where my mind is at. As far as she knows, this could all be another fling to me, and she needs to be aware this is different.
I take her hand. “I did get jealous,” I confess. “But only because you matter. This isn’t some vacation romance. I’m not sure what it is yet, because I haven’t done anything like it before, but I care for you.” I swallow. “I want you.”
Her smile is breathtaking. “I want you too,” she says, and then she kisses me, and all rational thought goes out the window.
I start to lift her but think better of it. Instead, I lead her to the front door. When her back hits it, she grabs my face between her palms. My tongue plunges into her mouth, staking a claim I don’t have any right to make. She squirms in my arms, trying to get closer. My dick is an iron rod, aching to break through the layers of fabric between us. Lucia makes soft sounds of lust in my ear, driving me crazy.
“Wait a sec.” I search my pockets for the key and open the door. She grabs my hand and tugs me to the spare bedroom. The place smells of her, and it sets my senses alight. I lie on the bed, on my good side, ignoring a slight twinge in my shoulder. Lucia pulls her top off before lying opposite me.
My mouth waters. Her body is a curvy little gift, and I want to unwrap it. She has full hips, and her tits are more than a handful. The bra hardly contains them. I stroke a hand along her side, and she shivers, her vivid eyes darkening with desire. I nuzzle the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, and rub my lips over the satiny skin. She shudders and a sigh escapes her. My cock jerks in excitement. She responds so sweetly to every touch.
I graze my teeth over the cord of her neck and pepper kisses up her throat until I reach her lips. She takes my mouth hungrily, her hands disappearing beneath the hem of my T-shirt and smoothing up my abdomen. My muscles clench and release as she drags her fingernails over the ridges of my abs.
“You’re so sexy,” she whispers. “I want to lick you all over.”
I palm my dick and try to calm my ragged breathing. “Do it,” I urge.
Hesitantly, she grabs my shirt and draws it up. When she gets to my chest, she stops and lets me wrestle out of it. Her pupils dilate as she stares at my torso, then her eyes journey back to mine. “Beautiful.”
My lips twitch. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”
She doesn’t seem to care who’s saying what. She wriggles down the bed and licks along the grooves of my muscles. I release a shaky breath. Her tongue dips into the V that points to my groin, and she traces it to my waistband, dropping kisses along the edge. Tormenting me.
“Please, Luce,” I beg. “I need your mouth.”
I feel her smile against my stomach. “You have it.”
I growl in frustration. “I want it on my cock.”
“Demanding,” she tsks, but she slowly undoes the fly of my jeans and starts to ease them down. I help her get them off and begin to reach for my underwear, but she mouths my erection through the fabric, and I gasp. The head of my cock is visible beneath the elastic. It leaks precum as she flicks her tongue against the tip.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips instinctively rocking. She pulls my underwear down, and I kick them off. She licks a stripe along the length of the shaft and closes her eyes as though she’s savoring the taste. I’m torn between wanting to shove into her mouth versus shifting her around so I can sample her the same way she is me. But then she takes me deeper, and I can’t think of anything except the hot, wet suction pulsing around me. My hands bury in her hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I encourage her with muttered praise. “Just like that, baby.Damn.”
I pull her off when she swallows me a little too well and pressure starts to build at the base of my spine. Her lips curl withfeminine pride, and when she licks them, it’s all I can do not to come.
“Sit on my face,” I order.
She blinks, startled. “What?”
“Please, baby. I need to taste you, and I can’t put any weight on my arm at the moment.”
“Um, okay.” A blush is spreading from her cheeks down her neck, but she straddles me and positions her slick pussy over my face despite her obvious hesitation. I take a moment to get a hold of myself. She’s trusting me, and I need to make this good for her.
