“You’re acting like a crazy man.”
“Which is exactly how you make me!” he roared, yanking the door open. “What was it you said? Let us see how crazy this can get? Well, we’re nowhere even close. You’re coming home with me this instant.”
“I am not.”
“If you argue one more fucking time…”
“You’ll do what?” she hissed.
“This.” And Andros, as had been inevitable from the moment he’d seen her, lowered his head to hers.
Chapter Twenty-Five
It was like coming home, like all the months that had passed were some sort of dream she was already forgetting. Andros’ lips were on hers, his mouth plundering her with a ruthlessness she had not forgotten, and it felt so good! Lyra closed her eyes, let her hands travel his chest, feeling the heat of his body beneath her palms. Her head was tilted back, her nipples already hard, her pussy drenched through.
How she had missed him.
His arms encircled her, his big body so close, the tension between them heaving and thumping. It was all too much, all too intense. Lyra didn’t even notice when he pushed her into the car, only gasped when his lips left hers for a moment, but then they were back, the door was shutting, and Andros was on top of her, the two of them fighting for space on the leather seat.
When the car started moving Lyra didn’t know. Andros continued to kiss her, the privacy screen shielding their activity from Larsson, the tinted windows making sure that no passersby could see exactly what they were doing.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he said, wrenching his lips from hers, his voice harsh and low. “So bad.”
Lyra murmured her agreement. She kissed him hard, glorying in the feel of his lips on hers. She didn’t think about the fact that Andros had kicked her ass to the kerb, that he suspected she’d replaced him with Rimeria. She couldn’t. Her body was reacting to Andros’ presence with some sort of muscle memory. Like it knew the person who could ease the aches that had been with her for so long had suddenly arrived. The ache between her legs, the ache in her chest, the ache in her fucking heart.
Andros reached down and pulled her dress up her thighs. His palms were rough against her bare skin but Lyra did not care. She lifted her hips so that he could pull the material all the way up. She threaded her fingers in his hair, kissed every bit of skin on his face that she could find.
“Hurry…hurry…”
Mere seconds later and Andros was unzipping his flies, fumbling with his wallet. Lyra reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, sensations tingling up her thighs and across her stomach.
“Andros, please,” she begged. “Come inside me.”
“Fuck!” he growled. “I have no condom.”
Her entire body clamored for him, the need so intense Lyra felt dizzy, and it was probably that which made her move. She shimmied down the seat, lifted her hips and took Andros’ length in her hand. Then, finding his gaze, she looked into his eyes, made sure he knew exactly what she was going to do, before taking his dick inside of her.
When it entered it felt immediately like everything was right again. The feel of his length buried deep inside of her, the head nudging that spot that made her quiver. She moaned and pushed harder.
“Yes.”
“Dios,” Andros groaned. “I have to pull out.”
“Not yet,” she begged. “I need to come first.”
“But—”
“Jesus Christ, Andros, fuck me, please. It’s been so long.”
****
Too long. Too fucking long. Andros surged into Lyra, his dick filling her to the hilt. Her pussy was wet, warm, welcoming. He’d missed it so much, and though he knew it was the height of stupidity to fuck her bare, he could not stop himself. Could not even consider withdrawing.
Everything was in clear focus. He could feel it all. Like someone had turned the lights on when he hadn’t even realized it had gotten dark. And her, with no rubber between them, fuck, she was sensational. He pumped into her, plunging his cock in over and over again. His arms were held rigid, his jaw tight. This was no tender, gentle loving. It was sex.
Hard.
Fast.
Dirty.
It had been so long and he needed her so bad. In and out he moved, filling her up, making her scream his name over and over again. When she came she did so with a scream. The sound echoing inside the car made his heart thud. Her pussy muscles tightened around him, encouraging him to bury himself as far as he could go. Andros groaned. Her juices were drenching him, and he could feel his balls tightening.
“Lyra,” he growled. “What you do to me.”