“So, you do remember me.”
“Fuck, I never forgot you. How the hell could I ever forgetyou?”
Luka’s lips crash onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth as he pulls me in and consumes me. I moan loudly, my hands wrapping around his head to hold him closer. He feasts on me and my body starts to quiver. I want that mouth all over me. Right now.
People whisper louder. I don’t care.
Let them see how much I want my fiancé for all I care.
“Luka,” I gasp as I grab the collar of his shirt. “Limo. Now.”
Brooklyn
Chapter 15
Luka slips the limo driver a few crisp bills and tells him to go get himself a drink, and then just like that, we’re alone in the back seat.
The partition is up, and the windows are blacked out, but even if they weren’t, I don’t think I’d have a mind to care. All I can think about is ripping Luka’s clothes off and climbing him like a tree. He urges me down onto the seat, on my back, his strong body hovering over me. Our eyes catch for a second before his mouth is on mine again, and that’s all it takes for me to lose complete control. I rip at his tux jacket until it slides off his shoulders, then tug at the buttons on his dress shirt, not caring that his tie is in the way. I just need to feel his bare skin under my palms.
“Careful,” he barks, his hands at the hem of my dress. “You’re going to pop the buttons.”
“Shut up,” I sass him.
Finally getting his shirt open, I slip a hand over his chest and moan at the warm hardness of his naked body. Luka growls against my lips, his hands roughly bunching my skirt fabric up over my hips. I slap his hand and cock my head back.
“Don’t wrinkle the silk, you beast.”
“You think I give a damn about your dress? I’m just trying to get to your pussy.”
I take a fistful of his hair and make him look at me. “Who says you’re getting my pussy?”
His hands cup my face and hold me tight. “I do.”
He kisses me, deep and hard, until I’m panting. Pulling away, I gently untie the halter behind my neck and slip the dress over my head, draping it flat on the seat across from us.
“Fuck, yes.” The hunger on his face deepens as he realizes I wasn’t wearing anything at all beneath the dress.
My body is spread out bare for him, and if I’m not careful, my heart will be too. I loop my hands around his neck and pull him back down to me. His lips trail down the side of my neck and work their way to my breast, and then he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Ahh,” I moan. It’s like I can feel the pressure of his tongue all the way down to my clit.
I’ve been so eager for this to happen, but I haven’t been able to admit it to myself. And now that we’ve crossed the line, the floodgates are wide open, my sexual frustration finally coming to a head so intensely that I can’t stop myself from giving in to all my animal instincts.
I arch my back, wanting more, and he sucks harder. One hand slides down my belly, his fingers pausing at the top of my mound.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” I growl, jerking upright to press myself into his hand, but he keeps his fingers there, just above where I need him to touch me the most. Is he teasing me?
With an impatient little whimper, I take his hand and move it down to my pussy lips, rubbing myself against him. Luka chuckles with my nipple in his mouth and begins to stroke me. I spread my legs as far as I can on the narrow seat and shift my ass toward the edge to give him better access.
Luka puts one knee on the floor and works his mouth down…over my ribs, my belly, the arch of my hip. I moan loudly as he strokes my clit with two fingers, alternating pressure between hard and soft. The sweet tension of impending orgasm is already building. I’m not going to be able to hold back. It’s been too damn long, and he’s way too skilled with his mouth.
Suddenly, his tongue replaces his fingers and he’s lapping me up, feasting and sucking at my clit. Glancing down at his dark head between my thighs, I wonder why I’ve fought this so stubbornly. The sensations are unbelievable, and I feel myself sinking down as wave after wave of hot ecstasy washes over me. It’s the best drunk I’ve ever been—my head and body heavy and light at the same time. Every nerve standing on end just waiting to feel his touch.
“God, you’re good at that,” I groan, grinding against his tongue. “Don’t stop.”
Luka shifts to slide his fingers into my soaked hole as he sucks harder on my clit, moaning so my whole pussy feels the vibrations of his mouth, and when he starts to pump his hand in a pounding rhythm, I can’t stop myself from coming fast and hard.
I cry out, my voice loud and jagged, not caring if anyone outside can hear. My body has taken over, thighs tight around Luka’s head, milking every last second of pleasure. When he finally rises from between my legs, his gaze triumphant but tender, something pulls at my heart.
