Page 92
I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. His head dropped on a curse, and he bit down on my shoulder.
He pushed in with one hard thrust. My head dropped back, a cry escaping my lips. I felt full. I grabbed his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Lucy. You’re so hot. So wet.”
“Move.” I rolled my hips, desperate, already chasing it. “Please move. I need you!”
He gave it to me.
He was just as hungry as I was. The counter bit into the backs of my thighs while he drove into me in long, ruthless strokes. Every time he bottomed out, I let out a soft cry. I met him as best I could, nails in his back, mouth open against his jaw. Every drag lit me up and left me needing the next one more. I didn’t care if the whole village heard us.
“That’s it,” he said, one hand braced beside my hip, the other sliding down to where we were joined. His thumb found that sensitive bud and applied just enough pressure. “God, you’re fucking sexy.”
I ground against his hand and his cock like I would die if either one stopped. He angled his hips and hit the spot that made my vision blur.
“There,” I choked out.
“I’ve got you. Come on, baby. Let go.”
His mouth crashed over mine, his teeth smashing against my lips. The pinch of pain mixed with the pleasure. It hit fast and hard, ripping through me in pulses that had me clenching around him. I whimpered into his mouth. My thighs shook. My hands gripped his shoulders, his hair, anything I could get a hold of. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, thumb still working, murmuring filthy praise against my lips until the pleasure tipped from too much into something I wanted all over again.
I couldn’t get enough. He seemed to sense my need. He pulled out just long enough to pull me off the counter and turn me. My palms slapped against the counter where my ass had just been. He hauled my hips back and sank into me again in one smooth thrust. He managed to get deeper. His chest covered my back. One arm banded around my chest. The other on my hip. He set a pace that had the lower cabinet doors rattling.
I pushed back to meet him. Every thrust dragged a broken sound out of me. He answered with his own.
“You have no idea,” he said, voice shredded. “No idea what you do to me. Walking around all day thinking about this. About you.”
“Then don’t think.” I reached back and grabbed his thigh, urging him harder. “Just like that.”
He gave me exactly what I needed. The second orgasm blindsided me. A sob ripped out of my throat. I shook under him. He swore and drove in deep one last time, hips jerking as he exploded with my name on his lips.
He stayed inside me, chest heaving against my back, pressing clumsy kisses to my shoulder, my neck, and my ear. I closed my eyes and tried not to slow my breathing.
“Hey,” he murmured, softer now. “You okay? That was intense.”
I grunted in response. My legs were useless. I wanted to turn around and tell him everything, but now wasn’t the time.
He eased out carefully, dealt with the condom, then turned me in his arms. I was a disaster. Hair wrecked. One sock.
“Missed me?” His cocky smirk had me wanting to climb him once again.
“I needed that,” I whispered.
“I’m here for whenever you need it again,” he said with a laugh.
I pressed my mouth to his throat so I wouldn’t say the two words demanding to be said.
32
JEREMY
The next morning, Lucy was up before I was. That should have been my first clue she wasn’t herself. Usually I had to drag her out of the warm cocoon of blankets with the promise of coffee. Well, ever since we started sleeping together. Prior to that, she had been the one to wake me up.
I found her in the kitchen, already dressed, staring into her coffee cup.
“Interview day,” I said. I noticed she looked a little piqued and immediately felt guilty for the aggressive sex. But in my defense, the woman had been insatiable.
“You sure you’re up for it?” I asked.
