Reaching back, he yanked his shirt off and flung it aside, then toed off his boots, tore open his jeans, and shoved them and his boxers down. He didn’t fuck around, not when the only thing he could think about was how Lucy would feel against him, bare skin to bare skin.
He came down on top of her and groaned. Jesus Christ. “Wrap your legs around my waist so I can feel your hot little pussy against me while I kiss this perfect mouth some more.”
He was done weighing his words, holding back. If this was all they had, he was taking it all while he had the chance. He’d tried to resist. Fuck knew he’d tried. But she’d pushed until he’d snapped. Lucy asked for this, so she was going to fucking get it.
As soon as her legs spread for him—shit, her wet heat right there against the underside of his impossibly hard cock—he took her pouty mouth and owned it. He would never forget her taste, no fucking way. No one tasted like her. Like heat and sex and comfort—like perfection. He hadn’t even fucked her yet and already no one compared to her.
He kissed her until she was squirming and moaning, pussy so slick there was no way he could stop himself from sliding back and forth through her sexy slit, teasing her clit. He kept it light, just enough to work her up, but not enough to let her come. Sweat slid down between his shoulder blades from the effort not to slam up inside her and take what he’d wanted for so long, but he was determined to hold off. To make it last. To make this the best she’d ever had. He moved his mouth along her jaw, her throat, over her collarbone—down to her tits. They were a perfect handful and those dark cherry nipples made his mouth water. He flicked her with the tip of his tongue, loving the way she thrust her fingers into his hair and fisted, arching up for more, trying to shove him close.
She moaned. “Suck it,” she said through panted breaths.
His cock jumped, balls drawing tight. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to you, yes.”
He didn’t know what that meant, but he loved the way her thighs tightened against his hips when she said it, loved the husky, sexy rasp to her voice, the way she was rolling her hips under him. He sucked her into his mouth, giving her what she wanted, what they both wanted.
She cried out and, shit, Lucy went fucking wild beneath him, bucking and pleading, grinding against his cock like she thought she might die if he didn’t get inside her now.
It was him who was close to goddamn dying.
He’d planned to draw this out, to wait until she was so wet her thighs were slick, until she was begging him to fuck her—but they were already fucking there. The women he slept with often tried to get him to lose control, were amazed by how long he could hold out, getting them off over and over before he fucked them. Wearing them out, so when he was done they’d pass out and he wouldn’t have to sleep alone. Pathetic, but true. He purposely disconnected, gave them nothing of himself except his body.
It wasn’t working with Lucy.
And that terrified him, even as he reached for his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom, even as he took her mouth again, kissing her deep as he tore open the packet. He was on a collision course straight to hell, and Lucy the little she-devil had chosen to ride shotgun. Only she’d leave as soon as this was over, and he’d burn for the rest of his damn life.
Burn for her.
As he lifted up and stared into her eyes, he knew he’d do it all again. He’d take what she’d given him, and revel in every damn moment.
She lifted her arms, sliding her hands over his shoulders and up the side of his neck. “Now…please.”
Her lips were parted, each panted breath making her breasts sway, belly quivering. She was the most exquisite sight he’d ever seen and he locked every detail away in his mind, even though he knew revisiting this moment would be torture. But right then, he was living it. He was about to sink inside the only woman he’d ever truly wanted, about to finally learn the sounds she made when he filled her over and over again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Luce.” The words slipped past his lips, and he couldn’t regret them or wish them back, no matter how vulnerable he sounded. Right then he didn’t care if she heard the way his voice broke when he said it, because she deserved to be worshiped, even if it was only for the short time they had left.
She blinked up at him, green eyes wide and gorgeous, heavy with need. Shit, breathtaking. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you right now.” She gripped him tighter. “Please,” she said again. “God, I feel so empty.”
There was a catch to her voice as well that he felt in his gut.