He sat back on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him. He watched, hypnotized by the way she stood and slowly moved toward him. The sway of her hips and the smell of her scent had his body aching for her. He was stuck in a dream and he couldn’t move.
Her fingers tugged her shirt up over her head. She held the garment between her fingers and let it drop to the floor. Her eyes never left his as she reached for the button on her cut-off jean shorts. She shoved the shorts down over her slender hips and stepped out of them.
His heart beat faster, loud and angry and insistent.
She stood before him in matching black panties and bra, her curves and secrets barely covered. His dick hardened as his gaze drank her in like ice-cold water on a scorching summer day.
“Catty, be careful what you unleash. Once we start, I might not be a gentleman and stop.” His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared when her feminine scent hit him.
“Good. I don’t much like gentlemen.” She knelt on the floor by his feet and began taking off his biker boots. After ridding him of his socks, she crawled up between his legs and fumbled with the button on his jeans and then unzipped him.
“Jesus, Catty.” His heart thundered in his head.
“Let me, Lucien.” She looked up at him beneath her long dark lashes.
He sucked in a harsh breath at her beauty.
She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged. His erection tented his boxers as she pulled his jeans off his legs.
“You should probably get rid of the jacket. You won’t need it.” She purred and straddled his hips.
His muscles tensed and flexed as he took his leather jacket off and let it fall on the floor.
She reached for his shirt. He grabbed her hands and panic surged through his chest.
She frowned and released his shirt.
He was more than his scars. He wasn’t going to let something from his past still control him.
Fuck it.
He tugged his shirt over his head. Her eyes widened in appreciation as she took in the numerous tatts adorning his arms and chest. He couldn’t get ink on his back, but it didn’t stop him from inking what flesh he could.
Her lips parted as she ran her hand down his chest, trailing down his abs until her fingertips brushed the elastic waistband of his boxers.
“Nice ink,” she murmured as her hand dipped inside his underwear.
His dick twitched against the soft graze of her fingertips.
Looking up into his face, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed.
He growled at the delicious pleasure. Cupping her face, he pulled her near.
“Are you sure?” He searched her blue-gray eyes for any hesitation.
“I’ve been sure since you were in my room.” She smiled shyly before pressing her lips against his.
He growled as he dipped his tongue into her sweet mouth, tasting her, claiming her in this one moment. She moaned against his lips.
She laced her fingers around his neck and clung to him, pressing her slender body against him. His heart thundered in his chest and desire licked through every cell of his body, igniting intense desires he didn’t know he possessed.
“More.” She rocked against his erection and pressed him back into the floor. She broke the kiss and reached between their bodies, taking him in her hand and stroking him until he was pumping himself against her palm.
He grabbed her hand. “Slow down. Ladies first.” He grinned up at her as he found her bra and unhooked it. Her bra slid down her arms and she tossed it behind her. His mouth watered as he pulled her down. He captured a pretty pink nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Oh, god, that feels good.” She cupped his head to her breasts.
He licked and sucked at her breast until she was writhing on top of him.
“I need you inside me, now,” she said, her voice hoarse, her breath in a rushed pant.
“Like I said, ladies first.” He gave her nipple a final lick and then hooked his thumbs on either side of her panties and tugged. The lace panties ripped and he tossed the shreds to the floor.
She smiled and rubbed her wetness against him.
“Not yet,” he growled and grabbed her hips.
He nudged her up past his chest until her thighs were on either side of his face.
“Oh,” she cried out as he licked her between her legs in one slow movement.
She trembled underneath him as he tightened his hold on her hips. He kissed and tasted of her sweetness and she rubbed herself against his mouth. Fuck, he could do this all damn day and never get tired of her taste, of how she felt, of the erotic sounds she made.
His hands trailed up over her ribcage to her beautiful breasts. He brushed his thumb over the hardened pink nipples and she moaned. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his dick and squeezed. He growled against her pink folds and jerked against her hand. He gently rolled her nipples between his fingertips and she tensed.