He took a moment to gather himself. “Okay.”
“Then we can take care of each other.” Flicking the skirt down to cover her legs, she smiled again as she headed for the inside of the house.
Like the helpless, lovesick man he was, he followed.
The time had arrived,and Sebastián’s heart had twisted itself into a tangled knot. At this point, it was likely as blue and oxygen-starved as his Smurftastic balls.
The pets had been fed, watered, and either petted or given a civilized nod, as Hairy and Kitty respectively preferred. Work messages had been perused and answered. Lucy had decided dinner could wait.
Because they couldn’t, she’d said. Not any longer.
She preceded him to his own bedroom, her fingers intertwined with his. She closed the door behind them. And then she let go of him. Without further ado, she grabbed the hem of her tunic with both hands and yanked it over her head. Tossing it onto a table, she put her hands on her hips and let him get an unobstructed view of her breasts for the first time ever.
With her movements, they bounced and settled before his avid gaze. Small. Shaped like teardrops. Crowned by rosy-tan areolas and puckered nipples. Absolutely breathtaking.
He wanted endless minutes to explore the uncharted territory they’d entered. To admire her the way she deserved,the way he’d imagined so many times that week. He wanted to take mental pictures of her just like this, of her magnificent self-possession and the joy crinkling the corners of her eyes as she stood half-naked before him.
He might need those memories to sustain him when she left.
But Lucy didn’t seem worried about the future. She also wasn’t interested in feigning either patience or shyness. Before he could do more than blink a few times in stunned appreciation of her breasts, she was tugging her skirt down to her ankles and kicking it aside.
Somewhere in the depths of his lust-shrouded brain, he attempted to recall the symptoms of heart attacks. Crushing pressure in his chest? Check. Breathlessness? Definitely. Tingling in unusual places? Oh, yes.
As far as he knew, though, heart attacks didn’t cause erections. So he had to assume Lucy, rather than a stoppage in his arteries, was causing his current distress.
With a grin in his direction, she bounded up onto the bed and knelt—completely and utterly naked, holy fuck—in the middle. Then she held out her hands.
“What are you waiting for?” She wiggled her fingers. “Come and get me.”
He didn’t know the answer to that question. He only knew that whatever she asked of him, he’d do.
As he pulled his tee over his head, he resented the moment she spent out of his sight. But then she was there again, smiling at him as he unzipped and shucked his jeans, then his briefs.
Her gaze fell directly to his dick. “Congratulations on a very successful puberty, Seb.”
He had to laugh. “If only my gym classmates could see me now.”
“You could always e-mail them or send Facebook DMs.You have options.” She beckoned him forward with a single fingertip. “Still not much hair on your chest, though.”
He climbed onto the bed. “I consider it a fair tradeoff.”
“Me too, since I find body hair scratchy.” She pursed her lips. “I suppose that makes me a hypocrite, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he trailed his hand up her thigh. “Just human. Consistency isn’t exactly the hallmark of our species.”
“True.” She shivered under his touch, and he let his fingers drop from her body.
If he followed his instincts, he’d pounce on her, sweep her beneath him, and get his hands and mouth on those sweet breasts at long last. Tell her how perfect he found her curvy legs, her lush hips, and that round ass. Then show her how he could tease those gorgeous nipples until they were stiff and straining for his mouth, how he could make her gasp with a slow, hot circle of his tongue around her clit.
Instead, he waited, his hands fisted at his sides.
She couldn’t know how hungry he was for the feel of her against him, skin to skin. But she fed him anyway, with that characteristic generosity of hers, reaching for him and tumbling him beneath her.
She propped her elbows on either side of his head. “Hi, there.”
The welcome weight of her pressed him into the mattress, and he wanted to keep sinking, keep descending, until he drowned in softness and Lucy. Until his lungs were suffused with the scent of honey, and the taste of her filled his mouth. Until the world and all his fears disappeared, leaving only her, naked and warm and happy in his arms.
That wasn’t going to happen. But her breasts were so close, and he could at least get a fleeting glimpse of what he wanted. He could give her pleasure, even in the midst of disguising the violence of his own need.
