He pauses, eyes searching mine, and I kick my foot out. I nod towards it. “My shoes. I’ll consent to be carried half-naked through my own shop, but I refuse to be wearing shoes and socks during. Take them off.”
Lucas laughs, his eyes dancing. He rips at the loafers’ laces and pulls them off my feet. “As you command.” They thud to the ground some distance away. My socks follow. “Better?”
“Yes.” My hands tangle in his hair. “Proceed.”
He hauls me off the floor. One hand on my ass, the other on my thigh, my shirt just long enough to spare some decency. But there’s something decadent about being carried through the stacks half-clothed, dripping wet, and begging to be fucked. I moan, sloppily kissing his face, his neck, my hands snarling in his hair, clawing at his shirt until it tugs free of his pants. I yank and wrench until it lifts and I feel his bare stomach against my legs.
“Oh, Lucas.” I wriggle. “Lucas.Please.”
Through sheer force of will and Lucas refusing to drop me, I manage to rub my aching sex against the hard muscles of his stomach. Just like he has the urge to cover me in his cum, I have the same desire to rub myself all over him. How delicious it would be to rub my clit against his abs… I whine, unable to quite get the angle or my legs wide enough. But if I could get lower, I could rub against his cock.
I wiggle so eagerly that I nearly fall to the ground.
Lucas fumbles. “Fuck, Tor?—”
“Please, Lucas.” I kiss his mouth. “Fuck me against the stacks. I can’t wait.”
Lucas drops my legs and whips me around. He shoves me up against said stacks and snatches up my wrists. He pins them together above my head. I arch my back, hips canting in an invitation. His khakis push up against my ass and I moan deeply when I feel the hard ridge of his cock press against me. Desperately, I rub myself against it.
His breath is warm against the back of my neck. “Would you stop tempting me, Torment?”
“No. Never.” He shifts my wrists to one hand and I shiver. “Take me now.”
“I will admit…” He reaches forward to my vest buttons. “I’ve fantasized about doing just that.” The first button slips free. “You and your sexy little inventory books are such a tease.”
“Lucas.” He’s unbuttoning too slowly and it’s driving me mad.
“Not even fuck you, just hike your legs over my shoulders and suck your clit while you try to keep count.” My vest hangs open and my shirt falls forward. His hand slips under it and I whimper when he palms my breast. “See how focused you can stay while coming all over my face.”
I can’t catch my breath; my face is flushed from want. He’s weighing me, his hand firm and confident. I wet my lips. “Interesting you should say that.” I can feel how damp I’m making his khakis. “Because—” He’s massaging now, his hips rocking against me, and I nearly lose focus. “—I’ve imagined the same thing while pleasuring myself.”
Lucas goes still. Then he shivers, but it’s more violent than that. It’s a whole-body vibration and his mouth falls to my shoulder. He groans, his hand leaving my breast to grip my hip in a bruising hold. His hips surge forward, thrusting roughly against my ass. “Torment. Run.”
I blink. “What?”
He lets go of my wrists and fists a hand in my hair. He roughly pulls my back against his chest and an inferno blazes to life within me. His voice is rough, barely controlled. “Run to your loft. Run now. And if you make it to the bed, I’ll fuck you however you want. But if I catch you before, I’ll eat you out and come on your chest.”
“You’re such an asshole.” My magic thrums in answer to my surging excitement. “Give me a head start.”
He nips me. “No.”
“Fuck!” I rip out of his hold, my scalp burning deliciously. My heart pounds with my bare feet. It spikes when his thudding pace joins and grows louder. Damn his speed! I rip around a stack right when his fingers graze my vest. I’m not far from the loft. I need to make it.
Finally, the spiral iron staircase leading to my destination comes into view, but he slams into me when I jump up the first step.
I cry out, arousal robbing my mind when he rips open my shirt, the buttons ricocheting off the cold metal. The air peaks my breasts and I fall back into his hold, forgetting myself. Helatches onto my neck, his hands cupping me, his thick erection digging into my backside.
It’s the motivation I need.
I surge forward and he claws at my ruined shirt. It rips free of my arms and I bound up the steps naked. Lucas’ hungry growl makes me fast and I can feel him just out of reach behind me.
Dismantling the wards on the door is my downfall.
He slams me against the wood. Taking advantage of my distraction, his hands slide freely over my exposed body. He growls, fingers slipping between my legs to rub my clit until I buck. “Oh fuck, Torment. Look at what you bring out in me.”
I shiver and throw my weight back, giving me just enough space to turn around. I rip open his shirt and drag him back to me. His bare chest against my nakedness feels so good, so right. “Look at what you do tome. I’m dripping down my thighs.”
He moans so deeply that it’s more of a growl. I lick at his lips and his amber eyes glint with feral hunger. One of my hands slips free of his shirt and glides down our bodies. “You better fuck my pussy nice and deep when I win.” And I twist the door handle.
