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With Lucian, his touches were firm, confident, and most importantly, respectful. He didn’t take for granted that I’d allow him to touch me and didn’t push things any further than I did.
I clung on tight, afraid that letting go would bring it all to a crashing halt, that the moment would end, that he’d come to his senses.
Instead, he closed the order window with one arm, his other still firmly wrapped around me.
Oh.
He wasn’t going to leave.
In fact, he seemed pretty determined to stay.
“Is this okay?” he whispered between kisses, managing to hold himself back for a moment longer. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” I panted, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him back in.
He chuckled against my lips, the rumble of his chest vibrating against my own. “I thought so.”
“So smug,” I chided, grinning as I tugged him closer. “Who said you were allowed to stop?”
He let out a low growl and obeyed, diving in to claim my mouth once more.
God, I couldn’t get enough of him.
He tasted of hickory smoke as his tongue glided over mine like silk, and his scruff scratched deliciously against the smooth skin of my face, leaving a pleasant burn in its wake.
I moaned into his mouth, and his hands quickly found the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down to my ankles before picking me up with ease and setting me on the empty counter.
“You smell incredible,” he growled, his eyes wild with lust.
I would’ve been embarrassed, except his gaze was so full of hunger, I couldn’t even think about being shy.
Instead, I reached for him and guided his hand between my legs, desperate for him to keep going.
He obliged, his fingers delving past my panties and between my folds, spreading my juices before dipping inside me.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, clinging to his neck.
If not for his support, I would’ve fallen back onto the stovetop, completely undone. But he held me securely and curled his finger up, pressing into a spot that made me see stars. “Good?” he murmured.
“So good,” I gasped.
And God, that grin.
The look of self-assurance and pure satisfaction was somehow just as sexy as all the dirty things he was doing to me with his fingers.
One became two, then three, and I wondered just what his plans were. But every time I was about to fall off the edge of pleasure, he backed off just enough to leave me teetering.
“Stop teasing me,” I whined, grabbing his shoulder.
He smirked, then ran a finger up my center and flicked my clit. I moaned and bucked under him, needing so much more. He pressed his thumb into that little nub of pleasure, circling it slowly as he pumped his thick fingers in and out, coaxing wave after wave of arousal from my body.
It took everything in my power not to give in, but I still wanted more. More of him. Of his kisses. His tongue. His cock, buried deep inside me.
I was losing my mind.
“Lucian, please,” I begged, digging my nails into his skin.
The tension building inside me was ready to snap, but I still wanted release. Wanted him to drive me to that peak and watch me spiral out of control.
