Chasing Forever(58)

Lucas lifted her onto the cold slab of the kitchen counter, her gold heels dangling from her feet. With his hands buried in the folds of her emerald chiffon dress, he slowly pushed the material up her thighs until she was totally exposed.

“What about our dinner reservations? We’re going to be late,” she mumbled numbly. She didn’t want stop, but he had made plans.

Stepping between her legs, he pushed the elastic of her panties to the side, his fingers teasing her, promising all kinds of naughty things just out of her grasp.

“Should I stop? Are you hungry?” he asked, his fingers skating along her greedy folds, never quite touching where she wanted, needed him to be.

Not for food. “No,” she yelled a little more forceful than she intended.

He chuckled, his white-hot gaze traveling the length of her body. Then he moved his fingers and slid inside her, finally giving her exactly what she needed and she released a strangled breath. His heavily lidded eyes studied her face, watching her every move as she impatiently rocked against his hand wildly seeking relief.

His lips collided with hers, and she groaned as his tongue swirled around hers. Every maddening stroke of his finger and tongue pulsed through her body until she whimpered with the overwhelming sensation threatening her sanity.

Pulling her legs tightly around his waist, he lifted her from the counter, holding her with one arm while continuing to move inside her with the other.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to push his shirt from his shoulders so she could see more of his beautiful, smooth skin. He had skin most women only dreamt of having—smooth, flawless, and naturally golden.

“Looking for a bed.” He trailed kisses along her neck and jaw.

“Too far,” she groaned.

He paused. “Couch, then.”

When he reached the edge of the couch, he lowered her onto the soft cream cushions. With his hands resting on the arm of the couch on either side of her head, he stepped between her legs and gave her one of the most singularly focused kisses of her life. As he leaned against her, she tumbled backwards onto her elbows, and he lowered himself between her legs, gasping as he thrust against her.

“As much as I like those pants, why don’t you take them off so I can really feel you?”

“Did I ever tell you I really like the way you think?” Grinning, he stood up, kicked off his shoes, the rest of his clothes and then hovered over her fully naked and erect.

“No,” she said, absently running her fingers down his chest, taking the time to properly explore each and every valley, groove, and indention of this perfectly sculpted male. “May I?” she asked, pointing at his erection.

“I’m all yours,” he said, his searing amber eyes burning into her soul, challenging her.



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Lucas nearly jumped when he felt her lips press against his chest, slowly drifting lower and lower, each movement punctuated by a flash of her fiery green eyes. She didn’t have a clue how sexy she was. She’d been driving him crazy from the instant he walked in the door and saw her in that dress that made her look like goddess, teasing him with every movement.

And then she bent her head licking dangerously close but so far from where he wanted her mouth the most. Her long auburn hair fell forward blocking his view, and he nearly growled. “Move your hair. I want to watch you,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Shifting away from him, her lips curled into a faintly suggestive smile as she pulled her green dress over her head.

“No bra,” he said, gazing at her exposed breasts, itching to feel them against the palms of his hands and in his mouth.

“I thought you’d like that.”

“Come here,” he said.

“Not yet. It’s your turn.” Shaking her head, she reached forward wrapping her hand around his shaft, moving up and down. “I still haven’t tasted this,” she whispered, bending forward, her eyes never leaving his as she licked the tip. Slowly, she took him into her warm mouth until he could almost feel the back of her throat.

Shit. He didn’t think he could last, and she’d barely touched him. He buried his hands in her long silky hair as he watched her wet mouth glide back and forth, stroking and teasing him. If her pouty cupid’s bow drove him crazy before, the sight it wrapped of around him, sucking, kissing and inflaming him, blew his mind. “That’s…” His groan interrupted the flow of curse words disjointedly running through his mind.

Her hands roamed along his backside pulling him closer, torturing him until he thought he might combust. Fucking amazing. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking into her mouth as his breath became irregular and choppy.