He stills.
My pulse flutters, desire unfurling. “See, I have this business partner…” I bend at the waist and fold him in my arms. He gasps, sitting up. My hands snag on his partially unbuttoned shirt before slipping in to feel his chest and collarbone. I whisper in his ear and he trembles in my hold. “Who would get into all sorts of trouble without me.”
“Tori…”
My hand slides up to feel his strong unshaven jaw, tilting him back. I like the way my fingers catch there, the feel of his scruff scraping me. “You’re right. We got a taste, and I can’t go back.” My lips catch his earlobe and his whimper has fire pooling low within me. “It wasn’t enough. It won’t ever be enough.” He smells too damn good. I breathe him in deeply, my words a breath against his shivering skin. “I want you, Lucas. I want you in all ways. So, please.” My fingers snag on his lower lip and I draw it down. “Be mine.”
He’s panting, his chest rapidly expanding and contracting. “What about Valen?”
A little pang of trepidation almost stops me, but I whisper, “He left when he realized that I love this life—our life—more than I love him.”
Lucas is like stone, his breath even stopping. Then he’s an explosion of movement. He bolts up, ripping out of my hold when his chair shoves me back. He kicks it violently aside and it crashes into the basement door. Nothing stands between us.
He falls on me and I welcome him wholeheartedly with a heated gasp of pure want. His mouth covers mine, my handssnarling in his too-long hair. We kiss and kiss like we’re trying to devour each other. Hands, teeth, breath. My legs wrap around him, hooking around his hips and climbing him in my desperation.
All grace leaves us and gravity tilts, taking Lucas’ footing with it. We tumble to the ground, Lucas’ reflexes and strength saving me from injury. With a purr, my legs tighten around his hips to drag him closer. He sinks into me and wegroan, his lips grazing mine and hips flexing.
My nails rake over his scalp. “Take me, Lucas.”
I feel his lips curl into a feral smile. “Here on the floor?” He noses me. “I know you don’t clean in here.”
It’s true. I ignore the dust bunnies that look like they grew teeth under my furniture and shake my head. “I don’t care.” My hand tightens in his hair, nearly ripping out a few strands. “I can’t wait. Please, Lucas.” I sink my teeth into his bottom lip when he softly kisses me. “Do it quickly before anything else happens.”
His tongue soothes the bite and his warm eyes dance. “I think not. I’m looking forward to taking my sweet time warming you up.”
I shiver, remembering how big he is, and cannot wait to feel him inside. I fight with my slacks before hissing in frustration. My magic sizzles and the seams burst apart. I rip the fabric away.
Taking his hand in mine, I lead him to my pussy. I mean to say,I’m ready, but the words don’t fully make it past my lips. I whimper instead, hips tilting.
Lucas’ fingers part me to slide up and down my heated flesh. His lips brush my ear when he whispers, “Is this for me?” and my pleasure pulses, thighs shivering.
I’m done for. I moan a desperate “Yes,” and the tip of his finger dips in to softly thrust. My back bows, hips snapping to tryto get him deeper. The gentle, testing probes turn my growing heat into an aching pain of want.
Lucas shivers, his other arm slamming above my head to rest his weight on his forearm. He lifts up, looking down past my wrinkled shirt and askew vest to where his hand settles between my splayed legs. I choke on air, eyes fluttering, when his fingers spread me. His teeth sink into his lower lip with a groan and he switches his finger so his wet middle finger can circle my needy clit.
“You’re asking a lot of me, Torment.” His voice is rough, and I clench wetly. “You’re asking me to rush through my favorite part.”
I’m going to go mad. “Lucas…”
“You have such a pretty clit.” His finger pauses, slightly hooking over it. “And I didn’t get the opportunity to kiss it like I wanted.”
Oh, god, the aching need. I desperately rock my hips, trying to alleviate the pressure. “Then do it already!”
“No, Tor.” His dark, hungry gaze steals all the breath from my lungs. “Not until we’re in that fancy bed of yours.” He rubs me, then slides down to slip his thick finger into my clenching sex. He strokes a fire inside me. “I’ve waited too long and won’t be rushed in this. I’m going to spread you, feast on you.” His thrusting speeds. “Fuck you until I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure from your hot cunt.” Wetness is practically pooling in his hand and I moan. “And then I’m going to spill deep inside you, on you, in your mouth, wherever the fuck you want me to mark you nice and fucking good so you’re never wanting or missing anything else ever again.”
My heels scrape the floor, my hand fisting in his shirt and my nails cutting into his bicep. I’m panting, pleasure pulsing and coiling.
Lucas’ lips brush mine. “Now say my name when you come so I know you’re paying attention.”
“Ohfuck, LUCAS! YES!” My high-pitched scream bounces off the walls. I slam my hips against his hand, fucking myself harder and deeper as I come, escalating the pleasure higher and higher.
Lucas’ head drops and he sucks on my neck with a hungry moan, hips rolling. His lips slip up to nip at my jaw. “You’re so fucking good, Torment.”
He kisses me to breathlessness, my body twitching from the intensity. I’m still hungry, my body starved like it knows it was given the smallest taste of an awaiting feast.
His hands slide up my bare legs and I feel how drenched the fingers that were fucking me are. I moan against his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck and my ankles hooking around his hips. He lifts and my back leaves the ground as he prepares to heave us off the wood floor.
I gasp, “Wait! Lucas!”
