Once there I barrel inside my house like an animal in heat, the door banging against the wall in my haste.
Lucy is still on the couch looking much like the picture that’s been taunting me for the last forty minutes. She pushes quickly to her feet at my arrival, eyes wide, but recovers smoothly licking her lips as she takes in my frenzied state. Her gaze roves over my body and I feel it like a physical touch.
She wasn’t awake enough to notice the suit I wore when I’d left this morning. My attire has become somewhat more casual since spending so much time with Lucy. I’ve come to realize that I need to be prepared for anything–be it comfy couch forts, rain dancing, or snow angels. I couldn’t have shown up at my parents’ dressed in anything less than the formal designer threads that I’m wearing, though, and I know I look good.
She clearly likes what she sees.
So do I.
“I like you in my shirt,” I practically growl.
She shrugs, but her seductive smirk belies her casual tone. “It’s all that fits me.” Lucy wraps a flyaway curl around her finger and watches me with bated breath as I prowl forward. I draw up just short of her with less than an inch between her heaving chest and mine. Her exposed belly grazes my belt buckle and we shudder simultaneously at the proximity.
“I think I should punish you for that little stunt, kitten.”
“What did I do?” she murmurs innocently.
“I was at the brunch table when I received your text. Could have used a warning. Anyone might have seen you and then I would have had to kill them.”
Her breath catches at the possessiveness in my statement and I drop my gaze to watch goosebumps rise on the tops of her breasts.
“Do you know what kind of torture it was? All the way over in Coldpine Ridge, surrounded by oblivious assholes, and unable to get to you? To touch you?” I grit out.
Her eyes dip to my mouth, then flick back up to meet my gaze. No doubt the hunger I see in her expression is reflected in mine. She bites her lip again and I can’t think about anything else beyond the need to kiss her silly.
“Well … you’re here now,” she whispers.
“I am.”
The air is charged and heavy with unspoken words.
Tension stretches between us and pulls taut.
Then the leash on my control snaps. I pounce, erasing that final inch of space. My hands tangle in Lucy’s hair and I drag her mouth to mine. A desperate groan escapes my lips just as I claim hers. She opens for me instantly and I sweep my tongue in, tasting her. When she moans the sound shoots straight to my already straining dick. Lucy melts into me, her hands coming around to the back of my neck.
There are no soft leisurely kisses here, it’s rough and tinged with desperation.
I walk her back until I have her nearly boxed in against the wall. She breaks the kiss, expelling a harsh breath when her back connects with the cool surface. Lucy is flushed and panting as I slip my hand into the open neckline of her loose shirt, teasing and pulling at her stiff peaks.
“Noah,” she gasps.
I lean in, once again claiming her mouth. She slides her hands down my back, pausing to squeeze the globes of my ass and pulling me flush against her. It’s not long before her hands are on the move again slipping around to palm my aching length and eliciting a low growl that she swallows with a breathy moan. Our lips work in tandem, moving together frantically, tongues dueling for control.
It’s savage.
And perfect.
Before long I feel her hands working my belt. She roughly pulls it free of the loops and it clanks to the ground somewhere to my left. A moment later there’s the zip of my fly and her small hand reaches into my boxers taking hold of my cock. She strokes it once, twice … then her hand is gone. There’s a rumble of protest from somewhere deep in my chest, but it’s cut off when she shoves me hard and I stumble back in surprise.
Lucy’s movements are fluid and feline as she drops to her knees before me trailing her hands down my chest, and my alarm is quickly replaced with anticipation.
Hunger.Need.
Blood rushes in my ears and shivers race down my spine as she shoves up my shirt. She licks across the ridges of my abdomen, her tongue igniting a trail of fire in its wake.
She looks up at me through thick lashes, her eyes dark and heated.
My body, my bones, feel heavy.
