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He stood with an alluring gleam and set me, vibrating with need, right at the counter’s edge. He leaned in. “I love the way your skin tastes. Do you taste like vanilla everywhere?” He finished bunching my skirt around my waist, and my overheated skin rested on the cool quartz countertop. He dropped to his knees and placed a boot-clad foot on each of his shoulders before gripping the outside of my thighs. “I like these boots.”
I looked down. This incredible man was on his knees between my thighs. Oh. My. God.
“You can watch or only feel,” he said.
My brain shorted out, so I let go. “I want to watch.”
He licked his hypnotic lips. “Good, that’s what I want too.”
He kissed up the inside of my thigh, and my legs fell aside, opening me to his hot gaze.
Watching him move toward my slick folds, pink and pulsing, was the most intimate thing I’d ever done. And the damn lights were on. Kitchen spotlights, for God’s sake. I was so caught up I didn’t realize it until I was here.
The voices in my head whispered shame, but at that moment, I chose to focus on the fire in Lucas’s eyes as he placed kisses on my soft folds and breathed deeply. I pulled my legs farther apart, searching for more connection and friction. He groaned as my hips flexed up to meet him.
He lapped at my dripping center and wrapped his lips around my clit with the ideal amount of suction. My head fell back as I gave myself over to the sensations so intense, right on the edge of hurting. I was climbing.
“You taste sweet like honey.” The words pushed me higher. I was losing my grip on reality.
“Lucas, I … I need.” I managed to squeak between my panting breath and grinding hips as I returned to watching him.
“I know what you need, baby. Say those words I want to hear.”
“What … oh.” I smiled at the little power I had at this moment. “Yes, Lucas. Yes.”
With that, he clamped down on me and inserted two fingers. Electric currents surged and overwhelmed me each time he pushed in, taking me higher until I exploded with a cry. He held me firm, or I swear I would have levitated. He pressed the flat of his tongue to my pulsing sex and moaned low, the deep sound vibrating against my over-sensitized flesh as I settled from the rush.
I was completely wrung out on the counter, my back resting on the cool stone surface. I spread my arms wide like my legs and tried to remember my life before that orgasm.
As I continued to gasp, Lucas eased my feet off his shoulders and stood with a confident and sexy grin. It wasn’t cockiness. It was fact. This man knew how to use his tongue. He licked his lips, glistening with my wetness as he hovered over me again, the bulge in his jeans pressed into my tender flesh. “Best dessert I ever had,” he said and kissed me while the heady scent of my arousal filled my nose.
I wiped my forehead and struggled to sit up, making it to my elbows. “I need a minute, then it’s your turn.”
He swept a wayward curl back from my face. “No way I’d turn down having your sweet mouth on me, but there’s no rush. I’m savoring this view right now.” His voice was husky and dark, his gaze like a touch.
He reached for a chocolate bar on the counter beside me. Pulled back the paper wrapping and broke off a piece. “Open,” he commanded, then placed the rich chocolate on my tongue. I let the velvety bittersweet flavor melt as I looked at him, standing between my thighs spread shamelessly on the counter’s edge. He was the sexiest thing I had ever seen with his steel-blue eyes and knowing smile. He gave me the orgasm of my life with that mouth, and now he was feeding me a motherfucking chocolate bar.
Damn. I needed to take back a little control. I sat up and slid my hands down his chest, then broke off a piece of the chocolate. “Open,” I said and placed the square on his tongue. I leaned closer and breathed him in, placing tiny kisses and nips down his neck. I opened the first few buttons on his oxford shirt, one by one, each followed by a nip or a kiss to the newly exposed flesh.
“Jo.”
I pushed him back and hopped down from the counter, pulling my skirt back down my legs. I continued to unbutton and kiss down his chest while I lowered to my knees. I opened the sides of his shirt and feathered kisses above the waist of his jeans. I opened his belt, lowered the zipper, and then looked up at him. “And how’s this view?”
“Fucking beautiful.”
27
LUCAS
I madea few arrangements for the weekend. I never had a girlfriend to do something special for. I never saw the appeal until Jo.
Her taste lingered in my memory, along with her moans and sighs since she gave herself to me in the light earlier this week. As much as I wanted her, I was glad we decided not to rush it. Anticipation made this moment even sweeter. And we had a weekend. After today, I’d wake up with her warm, soft skin in my hands, we’d spend the day together laughing and cooking, and I would still have another night to hold her, tease her, and make her scream my name.
She was easy to be with, unpretentious. She knew I had money, and I knew she didn’t, but she always offered to pay half on our dates, never assuming I would always pay. It made me want to pay more. In all my pursuit of money, I never enjoyed spending it the way I enjoyed spending it on her.
She opened the door to her apartment, and I stepped in, pulling her against me in the same move. She lifted her lips to mine, and my dick jumped at the thought of this being the first of many times I would get to feel her lips this weekend.
“Let me grab my bag,” she said. Excitement sparkled in her eyes. Mine were glued to her magnificent ass, swaying back toward an open doorway, her bedroom, I assumed.
