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“Okay,” he muses, nodding his head. “What about mine?”
“Mine… I could get with that.”
He nods and lifts me into the air and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he throws me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and carries me into the bathroom. I watch as he turns the water on and when it’s warm, he steps inside with me still in his arms. Only when the glass shower door is closed does he slide me down the front of his body.
“Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are in the mornings?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you have.”
“What an oversight because you’re better than any sunrise I’ve ever been forced to endure.”
I tsk and turn away from him to let the water run down the front of my body. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“No, I’m serious,” he rasps, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You make getting up early worth it.”
“Aw,” I tease, pressing my hand to my chest. “Now, that’s love.”
“You know what,” he growls, spinning me back around to face him and lifting me in the air. He pins me against the shower wall and rubs his hardening cock against my pussy. “You’re being awfully sassy this morning.”
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t given me this,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his as much as I can and he groans. With one arm securely wrapped around my hips, he thrusts his hand into my hair and pulls me down to his lips, searing his name into my very soul with his kiss. I gasp and his tongue teases mine for a second before he nips at my bottom lip.
“This what you want?” he asks, his voice full of fire. The sound settles right between my thighs and I moan as I imagine him sinking into my core just like he did all night long. I’ve never had sex like this and he may be right that I’m a little addicted to it but I don’t care. He makes me feel things that I can’t find words to explain and I don’t want to stop.
“More.”
He growls and drops me to my feet before spinning me to face the wall. “Plant your hands, baby.”
“Why?”
His teeth nip at my earlobe and I gasp, goose bumps racing across my skin as he drags his lips down my neck and plants a kiss on my shoulder. “Just do what you’re told, Quinn. You trust me, right?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding and he grabs my hands before planting them above my head against the tile.
“Now, be a good girl and don’t move.”
I moan, closing my eyes as his hands slowly start traveling over my curves, his touch light enough to drive me out of my mind. Stepping up behind me, he presses his cock against my ass and his hands move to my belly, dropping lower and lower until he brushes his fingers over my clit.
“Lucas,” I whisper and he nips at my ear again.
“You like that, Darlin’?”
I nod before dropping my head back on his shoulder. “You know I do.”
Chuckling, he circles the sensitive little bundle of nerves with one hand as the other drags back up my body and squeezes my tit.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, thrusting my hips back against him and he groans, his breath fanning out across my neck.
“Thought I told you not to move?”
I shrug, shaking my ass back and forth across his cock. “I’m not a good listener.”
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” he quips, the pressure on my clit increasing as he rubs faster and I gasp, my knuckles going white as I try to keep my grip on the wall. “We’re going to have to fix that.”
“Or…” I whisper, trying to organize my thought as my release builds deep in my belly. “You could just get used to it. Us Dawson women are very strong willed.”
“I don’t know about that,” he growls, kissing my neck before his teeth sink into my skin and I gasp again. My nipples pebble almost to the point of pain and I rock my hips against his hand, chasing an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
