Page 102 of The Backup Plan

He steps forward now, his hand brushing over my cheek and framing my face. “You’re gorgeous, Em.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this? You. Here. Like this?”

The quiet reprieve is over. I want this man and I want him now.

I reach down and stroke my hand over his cock. “Then show me.”

His grin is sexy as he lays me back on the bed. I spread my legs as he reaches toward his nightstand, grabs a condom, and protects us before settling between my legs.

His hands run up my calves to the inside of my thighs. I arch my back when he touches me, when his fingertips part me, find me wet, and then spread my arousal around and up to my clit.

He spends time there. Gentle friction with one of his hands while his other softly strokes back and forth on his cock.

It’s an intoxicating sight—him between my thighs with a gaze that keeps shifting from watching his fingers pleasure me up to meeting my eyes. If desire was ever personified, it would be this right here, right now.

“Lucas,” I moan as my body coils tighter and tighter from his touch. Reflexively, I move my hands to my breasts and begin to tease my nipples. It’s an outlet for the sensations he’s causing. It’s a means to help me get there faster.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans as he dips his fingers lower and pushes into me. My hips buck and I cry out at the feeling. At the sensation. As he curves his fingertips up and pleasures the rough patch of nerves just inside.

“Just like that, baby,” he says as I ride his fingers. Over and over. His eyes holding mine. His fingers owning me. His teeth biting his bottom lip.

I’ve never been this close to coming so quickly in my life. My jaw aches from clenching, and my thighs tremble as I will the orgasm to come.

Every slick, practiced curl of his fingers. Each slow circle on my clit. Every shallow breathed moan that fills the room.

I begin to unravel. Second by second. Tease by tease. My vision goes spotty as I grip the comforter, and a ragged gasp falls from my lips.

He slows his sensuous assault, and I lift my hips to beg for more as my body vibrates with tension.

“Lucas,” I pant as my skin tightens and body tenses.

He smiles and withdraws his fingers with an agonizing deliberation, knuckles brushing over my slick skin.

“Please.” The word is breathless as my heart races and the ache burns bright.

He leans over and kisses the inside of my thighs, his chuckle triggering my rioting nerve endings.

“Not yet. I want you wrapped around me when you come.” He sits back up. “I want to feel you take every inch of me.” He lines the head of his cock up at my entrance as need turns to greed. “I want you to soak me when you do.”

My cry matches his guttural groan as he pushes his way into me. He’s thick and hard and fucking hell, he feels so goddamn good. He fills me so completely that everything else—air, words, the world, my thoughts—are impossible to fathom. He rocks into me with a relentless rhythm, reducing my only focus to the slick friction between us.

His touch. The sight of him. The feel of him. Everything about him pushes me over the edge in a blinding surge. A shockwave that starts in my toes and then crashes through me with a ferocity that has my skin prickling and body burning.

Lucas grips my hips and grinds into me so that the aftershock of my orgasm ripples down the length of him.

His fingers dig deeper as he denies himself his own needs so I can find mine. But restraint can only last so long, and when I lift my hips and move them back and forth, riding his cock, every last bit of his control snaps.

His growl fills the room as he begins to fuck me. With long slow strokes at first, one after another, but with each pull out and push back in, the pace quickens.

Faster.

Deeper.

Every pounding thrust has his cock scraping deliciously over the hypersensitive nerves inside me. He presses the heel of his hand against my clit so that with each connection, each thrust, I’m thrown once again into the sensations.

Into him. Into us.

“Come again for me,” he groans as he moves. His jaw is clenched. His body trembles over me. The tendons in his neck are taut and sweat mists his skin. His cock swells and pushes me back over the edge.

I cry out as my nails score his thighs, and my body absorbs every drive until Lucas is calling out my name with his hips jerking recklessly as he claims his own climax.