The Bad Boy In Cuffs (Dangerous Desire #3)(29)

Letting out a soft whimper of bliss, I snaked my arms up around his neck and pulled him down to me, claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss.

He climbed onto the armchair, straddling me, his strong thighs framing my hips, his hands cupping my face. Our tongues slid against each other, clashed, battled, mated. I moaned, already on fire for him. Craving his skin on mine, his flesh in mine.

I raked my hands down his back, shoved them under the hem of his shirt. His warm, smooth skin branded my palms, a pulse of concentrated need blooming in my pussy.

Breaking the kiss, I pressed my forehead to his. "Lila dealt with the situation? You and Dad being arrested, I mean?"

"She did." He nibbled at my cheek, my chin, my lips. "I told her we'd name our first child after her."

A soft laugh escaped me. "Let's hope we have a girl, th-"

He kissed me silent, his teeth and tongue propelling me towards a place I knew so well. And then his hands weren't on my face anymore, but on my breasts, under my shirt, cupping and kneading them, pinching and teasing my nipples.

I arched into his touch, scoring his back with my nails.

He growled his approval, his hard cock pressing at my belly, his tongue growing more demanding in my mouth.

Surrendering to the pleasure was easy. I gave myself to him, incapable of checking my moans. When he reeled back, grabbed at my T-shirt and tore it up over my head I gasped, anticipation turning my sex to liquid heat.

"Some cop called Isaac Simpson says hi," Lucas murmured, his stare fixed on what his hands were doing to my breasts. Cupping, kneading, worshipping.

"Hi," I breathed, eyes fluttering closed. How the hell did he make me almost come just by playing with my nipples? How did he do that?

"I told him I would beat the shit out of him if he came near you."

My eyes snapped open. "You what?"

His nostrils flared. "I'm the jealous type, babe."

I blinked.

He laughed. "I'm kidding. Now … tell me, are you awake or dreaming?"

"Son of a bitch." I smacked his shoulder. Happiness rushed through me. "I'm awake. I'm awake."

He caught my wrists and pinned them to the top of the chair behind my head. "Good. Because this is going to be fucking incredible." 

"Wh-"

He crushed my mouth with his and rolled his hips. His hard cock pressed to my belly again, the heavy globes of his scrotum-trapped in his jeans-rubbing against my groin. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. This kiss was domination and surrender and hunger and pleading and perfection all at once.

My head swam and I groaned into his mouth, craving more. Craving his complete control of my body and pleasure.

"Fuck me, Lucas," I begged as he nipped at the side of my neck. "Hard. I need you inside me. Now."

He lifted his head, his jaw bunched, his chest ragged, and studied me. "I thought I was going to lose you today."

Anguish and anger thrummed in the depths of his words. The same emotions crossed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, shook his head and then rested his forehead on mine. "I thought …  I couldn't … "

"Lucas."

He pulled away a little and gave me an enigmatic look.

"It doesn't matter what life throws at us," I said. "Nothing will stop us being together. Okay?"

For an answer, he kissed me.

And somehow, I'm not sure when, we ended up on the floor. He undressed me, biting and kissing every inch of skin he revealed until I was trembling and panting. Pleading with him to be inside me.

Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, he sucked.

I moaned, shards of liquid pleasure pooling in my core. "Oh yes."

He moved to the other nipple, sliding his hand down my hip, and between my thighs to find my clit.

"Yes … " I begged.

He laved my nipple with his tongue, echoing the rhythm with his fingers on my clit. I clawed at his back, his shoulders. Holy crap it was good. So good.

"L-Lucas … " I arched. He suckled harder on my nipple, and slipped his fingers deep into my sex.

Oh yeah. Oh boy.

Fingers stroking inside me, he kissed a path up to the side of my neck. "I love you, Ronnie," he breathed. "I live for you."

"Let's keep it that way," I murmured back, tightening my inner muscles around his fingers as I tangled a hand in his hair. "No more giving-your-life-for-mine crap, okay?"

He chuckled, and then captured my mouth with his and I forgot everything we were saying.

I came. He didn't stop though, his kiss growing hungrier, his fingers stroking and teasing me to another orgasm.

My bones melted. My head swam. I clung to him, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure.

And then he was between my leg, lapping at my clit, my slit. Fucking me with his tongue. Propelling me into a third climax that tore his name from my throat in a raw cry.