I set down the measuring cup with a clatter. “Lucan...”
His hands stilled. “Too much?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice. Then I turned in his arms to face him. He was wearing his jeans but nothing else, his chest bare and his hair tousled from sleep. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Not enough,” I managed.
His eyes darkened, and I watched as he swallowed hard. “You were gone when I woke up.”
I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my touch. “I escaped because I was afraid I’d jump you in your sleep.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “That would have been a nice way to wake up.”
I laughed, some of my nervousness dissolving. “I don’t normally feel like this. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“I could say it’s the bond.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I think it’s just you and me.”
His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, then followed the line of my jaw. When his thumb brushed across my lower lip, I couldn’t help the small sound that escaped me.
He leaned down, capturing my lips with his. The kiss started gently but quickly deepened when I pressed closer. His hands traveled down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him against me.
The kiss turned hungry and desperate quickly. My hands tangled in his hair as his mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, then lower, trailing fire down my neck. His fingers found the hem of my tank top, sliding underneath to trace patterns on my bare skin.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against my collarbone.
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. They were darker than usual, the blue almost swallowed by his pupils. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned. “What about breakfast?”
I tugged him to me. “I’m hungry for something else right now.”
His mouth crashed back onto mine, stealing my breath and any remaining coherent thought. The pancake ingredients lay forgotten as Lucan’s fingers moved up my sides, pulling up my tank top. We broke apart just long enough for him to pull it over my head and toss it aside.
The cool air pebbled my skin, but I didn’t have time to feel exposed before Lucan’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to replace one hand with his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt through me, and I clutched his shoulders. “Lucan,” I breathed, my head falling back as he moved from one breast to the other.
My fingers dug into his hair, holding him against me as heat pooled low in my belly. His hands slid to my waist, then lower, his fingers running along the skin above the waist of my shorts. He looked up, a question in his eyes.
“Please,” I whispered.
That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers slipped under the waistband, tugging both my shorts andunderwear down my legs. I lifted my hips to help, suddenly completely naked on the kitchen counter while Lucan stood between my spread knees.
He stepped back slightly, his eyes darkening as they traveled over my body. The look on his face made me feel powerful and wanted in a way I hadn’t experienced, maybe ever.
He stepped closer again, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? About you?”
Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders and pulling me to the edge of the counter. I had one moment of surprise before his mouth was on me, and then I couldn’t think at all.
“Lucan!” I gasped, one hand bracing on the counter, the other finding his hair again.
He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the sensation of his tongue circling and stroking my clit. My hips jerked, but his hands firmly held me in place as he continued his assault on my senses.
When he slid a finger inside me, I nearly came off the counter. He added a second, curling them forward as his tongue focused on the bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars. The pressure built rapidly, my thighs trembling around his head.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, teetering on the edge of release. “Please don’t stop.”
