“God, I love you.” He kissed his way across my jaw and down my throat. “But I do have one deadline I’d like to meet.”
I tilted my head, arching my neck like a swan as his tongue danced over my skin. “What’s that?”
“You need number three before the sun rises.”
“Trust me, love, that won’t be a problem.” I rocked my hips over his, gliding along his thick shaft. “I don’t know if it’s your body or the conversation, but I am so f**king turned on right now.”
“I hope it’s both, but guess what—conversation over.” Reaching between us, Lucas positioned his hard flesh between my legs, where I was already wet and aching for him. I lifted myself up and took his c**k from his hand, rubbing the tip on my tingling clit before easing it inside me. I loved to watch him when I slid down his flesh like this, taking the time to savor every inch. Loved the catch of his breath, the rigid set of his jaw. With my hands on his shoulders, I leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, teasing them open. He inhaled through his teeth as I finally lowered all my weight onto his hips, taking his c**k to the deepest hidden place inside me.
“Mmmm,” I purred, writhing above him. “I love being on top.”
“Oh, f**k.” Closing his eyes, he ran his hands up my thighs. “I love you on top too, because I can watch you move.” He looked at me again, a warning in his eye. “But you have to go slow.”
Raising my eyebrows, I took my hands from his shoulders and lifted my hair up, piling it on my head, keeping it pinned there with my hands. Then I circled my hips, slowly and sensually. “Slow like this?”
“Oh, you’re such a bitch.” He groaned, his fingers digging into my leg muscles. “Fine, go ahead. Put on your little show. But when you move like that, you know I can’t control myself.”
“You want a show?” I teased, letting my hair fall. “I’ll give you a show.”
Bringing my hands to my br**sts, I snaked my body above his, letting the movement roll through me like waves from shoulder to hip. Lucas’s mouth dropped open as I played with my ni**les. “You like that?”
“Yeah. God, I love that.” He sat up taller, away from the headboard, and brought his mouth to one breast, licking a circle around one hard nipple. I took his head in my hands and watched, gasping when he took the pebbled peak into his mouth, sucking long and hard. Jesus, that feels good. I moved my hips, tiny little thrusts that had my walls tightening around him within a minute.
“Move down,” I demanded. “Now.”
For a second I thought he might take offense to being bossed around like that during sex but to my immense relief, he slid onto his back, breathing hard. He’s just as close. He wants it as badly as I do. Falling forward, I held onto the headboard and let my hair graze his chest as I moved over him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. “I’ve been wanting to f**k you like this all day,” I said, riding him harder with every word. “And it feels so good to get you right where I want you.”
“Oh my God.” Lucas grabbed my hips and held me tight to his body as I thrashed above him. “You’re gonna make me come so hard. You want it?”
“Yes, I want it. Now. Now!” A anguished cry escaped my lips as I felt him begin to throb inside me, flooding my pu**y with liquid heat. Each pulse of his c**k tossed me higher, pulled me tighter, pushed me closer, until finally I barreled right over the edge of Now, sailed off the cliff of Yes Yes Yes, and drowned in a sea of Oh My Fucking God.
Chapter Eight
“So.” Lucas sat back in the booth of the little diner we’d chosen for breakfast. “Now that we’ve decided to cohabitate, we need to tackle some big questions.”
“Agreed.” I sipped hot black coffee from a thick handled mug, the best coffee in the entire world, as far as I was concerned. Was it possible to feel happier than I did at that moment? Ever since last night, I’d been wired, filled with an insanely joyful energy that seemed to feed on itself, multiplying every time good things happened.
And a lot of good things had happened.
In addition to Lucas being the one to suggest living together, Coco had texted that the DAC was available on Karen White’s chosen date and she was already moving forward on the details, my mother had left a voicemail that she had decided to stay in a hotel rather than my condo when she visited me next month (I love my mother, but we get along much better when we don’t share a roof), and best of all, Jessica was gone.
When Lucas checked his phone this morning, she’d already left him a message saying that she was accepting a job on a cruise ship and would be staying at a hotel until she left the following week. He’d wanted to call her back and demand an explanation for her behavior in the bathroom, force her to admit she’d lied and make her apologize to me, but I told him to forget it. I had everything I wanted, and I didn’t need her flimsy excuses or phony apology. And the cruise ship job? How f**king perfect.
Bon voyage, Little Mermaid.
“Number one,” Lucas went on. “Where are we going to live?”
“Well, what are the choices?”
“New York? Detroit?”
“Paris?” I said wistfully.
His eyes smiled at me over the rim of his cup. “You want to move to Paris?” Setting down his coffee, he looked at me thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t be able to work there unless you got a permit, which is next to impossible to get.”