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“N…o—nngh.”
A pleased hum answers my attempt to deny everything he’s saying.
My breaths come out labored, his tight grip on my neck controlling how much air I get. A moan echoes in the locker room and I think it came from me. The pleasure builds, coiling in my gut and making my legs tremble as I ride Lucas’ firm thigh.
If we keep this up, I’m going to come.
“Gemma,” Lucas rumbles, his breath teasing my lips.
He’s leaning in to kiss me. He stops short and a frustrated sound almost escapes me. I bite it back at the last second, my hold on his wrist flexing.
It hits me like a breaking wave.
I want to kiss Lucas Saint right now. I need it.
I wait for it, straining against him. But his kiss doesn’t come. I blink my eyes open—I don’t remember closing them—and peer up at him in the dim light. My eyes have adjusted to see better. His face is barely illuminated, but the lust in his gaze is intense and I want to taste it.
Licking my lips, I tip my head up. He stares at me for another beat, and then in a rush his lips crash over mine in a hard kiss.
r /> The last of the tension snaps in a flurry of heat. I don’t just let him kiss me…I kiss him back, moving my lips with his, melding my body to his.
Lucas digs his fingers into my hip as we grind against each other. His tongue swipes over my lips, then presses into my mouth. I’m powerless against the harsh way he claims me. The kiss is even more addictive than the first time.
It’s like being dragged down by a strong undertow, overwhelming and rolling over my body with relentless force. There’s no escape, no choice but to hold my breath and ride it out.
My knees go weak. Does Lucas have to be so good at kissing? I’m not going to give him an award ribbon.
Every last scrap of my resistance falls away.
I’m lost to the rush. The rise of delicious heat pulls me close to the edge. I need more.
I must make a noise, because Lucas nips my lip and adjusts our position so I’m hiked up on my toes with my legs spread wide enough for my skirt to ride up indecently. He angles my body so that when his hips roll against me I can feel his cock pressing against my underwear. A hot flush moves over my whole body. A cry I’ve never made before gets stuck in my throat. It’s desperate, like a wild animal.
Lucas curls one hand around my thigh and drags it higher on his hip as he deepens the kiss. The hard ridge of his cock grinds perfectly against my throbbing clit. I think my underwear is probably soaked. An instinct calls to me, begging me to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. My inner muscles clench as the ache demands more.
The darkness makes me braver. I give in to what I want and bury my hands in his hair to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” he bites out when he pulls back before recapturing my lips.
I’m nearly there. Small cries of need tear at my throat and I tighten my fist in his hair, thrilling at the way he hums into my mouth. I’m about to come. He flexes his grip on my neck and I rock my hips with more force.
So close, I just need—
Lucas rips away from me.
It takes a second for my brain to catch up with the moment. I pant and stumble for balance against the lockers. My skin prickles with heat and the cold metal of the lockers makes me shiver.
“What’s wrong?”
I’m breathless, my legs shaky and my vagina tingly from the almost-orgasm. I take a step forward. Lucas takes a step back and I halt.
My defenses fly back up and I collapse against the wall of lockers. It’s not because my legs feel like jelly, but I only tell myself that weak excuse to feel better about the mess of emotions fighting for my attention.
“Lucas?”
Intense desire fills his eyes. Instead of finishing what he started, he backs away into the shadows.
The click of the door reaches me and an indignant huff passes my swollen lips. I press my fingers against them. My body calls out for Lucas, my insides twisted and needy with the way he made me feel. After a beat, I re-button my shirt with hasty movements.
