She rocked into him, holding onto a chunk of his hair. He worked his tongue against her flesh in glorious circles while his hands stroked her thighs, sending goosebumps crawling up her spine. Her head began to spin, and her breaths came in deep grunts. Just when she was about to climax, he pulled away. Her head jerked up from the pillow and a pitiful sigh escaped her as she looked at him wondering why he stopped when she was so close.
He didn’t offer any explanation, only smiled at her with that damn cocky smile and pressed his lips to her lower belly.
“You drive me crazy, Lucas Blade.”
“Mm-hmm,” he answered without removing his mouth from her body. He pushed her tank top up, a few inches at a time, so his lips and tongue could continue its dance over her flesh.
It was a slow ascent that made her insides hum. Impatient, she ripped her tank top over her head and threw it to the floor. He picked his head up long enough to give her a wide smile, amused at her overzealousness.
While he was calm and in control, leisurely exploring her body, she was hungry and needy. She writhed against his erection and the soft fleece of his sweats. He was still wearing his sweatpants. Why the hell was he still wearing his sweatpants? She wanted to feel his naked body against hers and groaned with frustration as she rubbed against him harder.
He smiled as he took her nipple into his mouth.
He was so damn confident. So self-assured. It made her crazy. It was as if he thought he knew that the way he touched her and everything he did would make her want him more. And it did. She craved this man and his magnificent hands that brought soul-crushing melodies to life and drove passion into every inch of her body.
She couldn’t take this slow foreplay any longer and tugged on his shoulders while she tried to push his sweats down with the heels of her feet. Reluctantly, he disengaged his mouth from her breast and smiled at her again. Why the fuck was he always smiling?
“You want it, don’t you?”
She stopped writhing against him. Her feet stilled, with the waistband of his sweats now midway down his hips. Her hands clutched the round muscles of his shoulders. She stared at him, breathless. “What?”
“Say it. Say you want me.”
She had no intention of verbalizing her desire, and huffed out a gust of air as she flung her head back onto the pillow.
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged one shoulder and returned his hands and lips to her body.
She tried to fight the tingle that his tongue ignited across her nipple. She willed the gooseflesh not to rise on her arms and legs as his hand caressed the curve of her hip. She failed to steady her breath. “Oh, God.”
“Oh,Lucas,” he corrected, the smile returning to his lips.
She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. This man, with his insane ego and everything that went along with it, really did possess the right to flaunt his perfection. She finally caved to his self-righteousness. “Oh, Lucas. I want you.”
His head popped up with surprise. Gone were the teasing grin and playful glint in his eyes. “What did you say?”
He was going to make her repeat it. Or maybe he was so shocked that he didn’t think he heard her correctly. She impatiently propped herself up on her elbows and leaned her face close enough to his that they almost touched noses. “I want you. Right here. Right now. As fabulous as your hands and mouth are making me feel, I’ve had enough of them.” She wrapped her ankles around his legs and jerked her pelvis into him. “I. Want. You.”
His eyes grew wider and their color darkened to a deep sapphire that smoldered with heat. He kissed her, hard, while panted breaths blew from his nostrils onto her cheek. He suddenly sat back on his knees, took a condom from the pocket of his sweatpants and pushed them down to his thighs. No underwear, Sindy noted. How surprising. He was so fucking prepared and presumptuous that it made her laugh and shake her head. He didn’t even bother to remove his sweatpants. He just left them around his hips and rolled on the condom.
He fell on top of her again and pinned her with a deep kiss. With their mouths still attached, he reached between their bodies and entered her with one push. She arched her back and grunted, suddenly filled to capacity. Relief came quickly, with a few deep thrusts of his hips. Blinding sensations made her tremble and convulse as he worked his pelvis into her with a steady rhythm. She clutched his shoulders and threw her head back, jutting her chin to the ceiling while every nerve ending inside of her twitched. She wallowed in a semi-catatonic state as she let him drive himself into her until he found release with a series of heavy thrusts.
“Sindy,” he whispered into her neck as he lie on top of her, spent and satiated.
She held him in her arms as she caught her breath. She didn’t want to think about anything or what it meant or what was going on. She just wanted to enjoy the moment.
Lucas slowly rolled onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, wearing a beautiful smile. Not a cocky grin or a teasing smirk. Just a happy, beautiful smile that made his face light up and enhanced his handsome features.
It was so easy to see why she fell for him when he was like this. But, as the euphoria dissipated, reality and rationality invaded Sindy’s brain. What was she doing? What the hell was wrong with her? Since when did she have such little self-control over physical desire? And with Tessa right down the hall, she was pushing boundaries too far. She was too smart to be this stupid and slipped out of Lucas’ bed to quietly pick up her clothing.
“Where are you going?”
“Shh. I have to get back to Tessa’s room before she wakes up and notices I’m not there.”
“Why don’t you want her to know we’re sleeping together?”
“Be quiet,” she whispered. “Because we’re bandmates about to embark on a career. And you’re Tessa’s brother. And she’s my best friend. And we’re not sleeping together.”
He gave her a sly smile as his eyes washed over her body. “No?”
