“Now,” I panted. “I want it f**king now.”
He jumped to his feet, hooked his elbows beneath my knees and lifted me up with my back against the wall and my legs slung over his forearms. I was wide open to him, and dripping wet. Bracing my elbows on his shoulders, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he lowered me onto the tip of his cock, my entire body tense with anticipation. Yesyesyesyesyesyes.
Then he stopped.
I opened my eyes. His face was just inches from mine, and from his devious expression I knew he was torturing me on purpose. “Oh, you bastard,” I breathed, loving and hating him in equal measure. “Give it to me. All of it.”
He kept me suspended where I was.
“You son of a bitch.” I tried lowering myself, but it was impossible.
He gave me another inch. Maybe two.
Oh sweet Jesus. Did we have to have a power struggle right now? I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh God, oh God, oh God…it was almost enough, and I was so close, and everything inside me was buzzing and hot and desperate to close around him. Digging my fingers into his neck, I breathed hard through my open mouth. The image of a bull being taunted by a red cape flashed through my mind. “Lucas,” I whimpered.
“Say you still love me.”
“What?”
“Say you forgive me.”
His mischievous expression was gone, replaced by a genuine look of longing in his eyes, maybe even a little fear. “Say it, Mia.” He lowered me all the way down, and I gasped at the sudden fullness, the shock of pleasure deep inside me. “I can’t lose you. Say you still love me.”
For the first time tonight, I felt like I wasn’t the only one frightened by everything that had happened, by the thought of losing each other. I felt like he needed me, and he knew it.
Too ecstatic to speak for the moment, I circled my hips and felt his c**k pulse inside me. He groaned, fighting for control, which made me even happier.
“I love you.” I kissed each of his lips, teasing them open with my tongue. He tastes different now. Because of me. That’s my taste and his, together. The thought was so erotic I nearly came right then and there. “And I forgive you. But now, I really want you to f**k me, or I’m going to f**king kill you.”
Before I could even take a breath, he slammed my back into the door, driving even deeper inside me. I cried out, grasping at his shirt with both hands as he pounded into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. Fuck, why hadn’t I taken all his clothes off? I wanted hot bare skin under my palms, my nails, my teeth. I was about to start tearing at buttons when he pinned me to the wall, holding his c**k deep within me and grinding against my clit hard and fast.
“Oh God. I’m afraid—this will be—too fast.” His voice in my ear was raspy, his words choppy as he fought to make it good for me without coming too soon.
But I was already there, suspended on the edge of release and desperate to take him with me. My toes pointed as the muscles in my lower body seized up. Tears came to my eyes as everything inside me pulled blissfully, agonizingly tight. “No. You’re perfect. Don’t stop—don’t stop.”
He picked up the pace, f**king me fast and rough, my back thumping against the door. “Fuck, I love the way you want it,” he said through clenched teeth. “The way you get so wet. The way you come so hard when I f**k you like this.”
“Yes,” I cried, reaching the highest peak. “Yes, yes, yes…”
He cursed as his body stiffened and his c**k throbbed inside me, and it was like I’d never had an orgasm before, the way it shocked me, pure joy bursting at my center and rippling outward through my limbs in mind-numbing, spine-tingling rapture. I closed my eyes, savoring every rhythmic contraction of my body around his.
Perfection.
I couldn’t even feel my legs.
How the f**k he remained standing, I’ll never know.
Chapter Five
I took a few minutes to clean up, and when I came out of the bathroom, Lucas was lying on the bed, pants on but still undone, one arm flung across his eyes. I laughed, and he picked up his head.
“What?”
“Us. You’re still wearing all those clothes, even your shoes, and I’m wearing a bra and my socks.” I kicked up one gray-and-white-striped foot.
He smiled. “I wasn’t patient enough for sock removal.”
“I noticed.” Locating my underwear, which had dropped off my ankle sometime between you son of a bitch and I love you, I slipped it on and flopped onto my side next to him. “So…surprise. I’m here.”
He turned onto his side too, propping his head in his hand. “This was definitely a surprise. I was not expecting you.”
“I noticed that too.” I tried not to sound sarcastic. Not very hard, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “I was being sponfuckingtaneous! Isn’t that what you wanted? It’s not my fault you had your ex-girlfriend holed up in your apartment.”
“Hey.” He reached out and rubbed my upper arm. “Don’t get mad again. I’m happy you’re here. I want you here. And I really am sorry about earlier.”
Sorry about earlier? No. That was a little too vague for me.
I sat up. “Which parts are you sorry about, exactly? I mean, are you sorry you let her move in? Sorry you lied about it? Sorry you made me feel like an ass**le in front of her?” The memory of what went on in his apartment had me all worked up again. I loved him, but I needed to hear him admit he was wrong.