Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(36)

“Luc?”

“I—”

“Oh my gosh, look at the time! We need to get dressed—Ben’s appointment is in an hour!”

Then she’s up and out of bed, running to the bathroom and leaving me alone with a boner that’s threatening to restrict all blood flow to what’s left of my fracturing brain.

***

That was close, Ash, too close.

Another minute of him rubbing me into his hip and I would’ve been ready to do whatever he wanted just to calm the blazing inferno that had ripped through me.

My plan had almost backfired on me the moment I’d pushed my trembling hand down those rippling abs and felt the heat and hardness I’ve not yet had the chance to fully explore.

I’d wanted nothing more than to sit up and have my wicked way with him while those icy blue eyes stared up at me with lust and greedy need.

But that’s not the plan, I mutter to myself, scrubbing my skin so hard it burns.

The plan is to drive him crazy with lust while making him hunger for the declaration I’d been only too willing to give him without any thought.

Now he has to earn it.

Or so The Goldens have told me.

Finishing my shower quickly, I towel off and run for my closet, doing my best to ignore Lucian and his sprawl against the bed. Seriously, how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when he’s basically offering his goods up for free?

“Ashley!”

“What? We need to get dressed! We have an appointment,” I yell back, pulling on a pair of ratty Levi’s and a thin knit sweater in a slate gray that matches my eyes.

I’m not dressing like a hoochie today, no matter how much it pisses my girls off. I’m actually more worried about my own control than I am about his at this point, and the more clothes I have on the harder it’ll be for me to just jump him.

“It’s Saturday, love!”

Oh, crapsickles!

Think, Ash. Think.

If I go back to bed now, I know I’ll cave and be all over that hot mess.

“Uh, I promised Ben we’d take him to the zoo,” I lie, schooling my features into a blank mask and walking out only to see him lying exactly as he’d been, only this time the sheets are gone and he’s wearing a wicked grim that makes my belly flop in the nicest way.

“He came in while you were in the shower and told me he’s visiting a friend today, so we’re all alone, love.”

Shit, I’d forgotten that play date. Oh, crap.

“Hmm, okay. Then I’ll go get breakfast ready.”

“Uh, uh-uh love,” he purrs, stretching languidly beneath my drooling stare. “Come back to bed and give us a kiss.”

Uh…

“Uh, I wanted to make pancakes and bacon,” I say lamely, giving myself a strong pep talk about self-control and the end reward. “I’m really hungry.”

That’s what Viv had called it, saying that nothing paid off for staying the course like the prize that is a crumbling man. I highly doubt that their significant others look anything like Lucian, though, so she can just suck it.

“Me too, love. Me too,” he drawls, licking his bottom lip as his eyes move all over my blushing body. “I’m damn near starving for you.”

Christ. What The Goldens don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

With that extremely valid excuse and a million misgivings, I practically dive for the bed and my grinning husband.

What can I say?

I’m a sucker for a confident man.

I’m on top for all of five seconds before he rolls and pins me beneath his weight, his hands ripping at my clothes till I’m naked and pressed against the heat flowing from his skin.

“You’re a sneaky bloody tease,” he growls, bypassing my mouth to latch onto a straining nipple.

Pleasure hits me hard when his teeth bite down softly, holding the hardened nub for his rapidly flicking tongue. He repeats the torture on the other side minutes later and grins down at me when his ministrations have me pulling at him impatiently.

“I thought you were hungry, love,” he teases, chuckling when I growl and lock my ankles at the small of his back, needing him, aching so fiercely between my legs I can’t stand another minute of foreplay.

“Shut up and do me,” I grunt, smiling when I pull down and feel his intake of breath when his erection meets the wet warmth at the apex of my thighs. “Please.”

His blue eyes spark down at me, demanding my compliance, so I relax my hold and lie back, waiting, hoping he’ll stop playing and give me what I need.

“What do you want, little love? Do you want my mouth on yours? No? Then on your breast?”

“No,” I moan, pushing back up for some much needed friction. “I want you inside me. Please,” I beg, reaching down a hand to stroke his steely flesh in the tight grip he’d been searching for earlier.