“Then I won’t try telling you that,” he murmured before he finally closed that minute gap between them and his mouth claimed hers.
Nicky gave a groan of need as she eagerly met the passion, the hunger, behind that kiss.
Knowing Lucien was right, and that staying away from each other was no longer an option.
For either of them.
The next few minutes were frenzied, mouths hungrily devouring, while their hands roamed restlessly, desperately in need of closer contact.
Lucien continued those devouring kisses as he quickly divested Nicky of her jacket before helping her out of her jeans, and then quickly pushing her sweater up and out of the way so that he could unfasten her bra, freeing her breasts so that he could cup and squeeze them.
Nicky was just as desperate for that touch of bared flesh, tugging Lucien forward so that she could help him out of his evening jacket, before removing his bowtie and impatiently unfastening his shirt, longing, aching to touch the heated flesh beneath.
Their kisses were wild now, biting, sucking, devouring, their desire for each other out of control as they had both known it would be.
Nicky heard Lucien draw in a hissing breath as she now scraped her fingernails across the muscled contours of his chest, lingering on the hard buds in the center of bronzed pennies.
She moved restlessly against the hardness of his erection as it pressed against her through the barrier of her panties and his trousers, wanting closer contact, needing it. Needing Lucien. Inside her, taking her, pleasuring her, claiming her.
“These need to come off,” she managed to gasp between kisses as she sat back slightly so that she could unfasten Lucien’s trousers.
She stilled as the streetlights outside allowed her to see that the tattoos she had seen the previous week did run the full length of his arms and across his chest. Black swirls of intricate and beautiful ink. Sexy black swirls of ink, that seemed to confirm that ‘bad boy’ past Lucien had admitted to.
“These are gorgeous,” she murmured as she traced the pattern of those swirls with her fingertips. “Why—”
“Not now, Nicky!” Lucien could hear his own harsh breathing in the otherwise silence of the car. “I don’t—I need you to touch me. Now!” He knew he was on the edge of exploding, knew he was going to release in his boxers, if he didn’t get inside Nicky very soon.
He heard her give a throaty and satisfied chuckle as her hands moved to unfasten and unzip his trousers, that chuckle turning to a groan of approval as she scooted back on his thighs so that she could look at his long and hard cock as it finally sprang free of its confinement.
“God, Lucien!” she gasped weakly even as her fingers reached out to touch him.
Lucien groaned, his head falling back against the leather seat, allowing him to watch between narrowed lids as the heat of Nicky’s hand encircled and then began to stroke the pulsing, aching length of his cock.
Her skin looked so pale against his, her touch delicate as the soft pad of her thumb now stroked and spread the escaping liquid from the slit at the bulbous tip. “Taste it,” Lucien encouraged hoarsely.
She glanced up at him quickly before looking down again as she slowly raised her hand to her mouth, lips parting as she sucked her thumb inside.
Lucien almost came right then and there as Nicky groaned her enjoyment, her lids half closing as she licked every last taste of him from her thumb.
“Not yet, Nicky.” Lucien grasped her elbows to prevent her from slipping down between his parted thighs, her intent obvious. If she wrapped those delicious lips about his cock, took him into the heat of her mouth, Lucien knew that would be the end of him; a couple of thrusts and he would be coming down her throat.
“Why not?” She tilted her head at him. “You know you want me to.”
Want her to? Lucien could hear his own panting breaths at the mere thought of Nicky taking him into her mouth, sucking his cock, swirling the heat of her tongue over him as her hand stroked and pumped him.
He wanted that so badly his cock was jerking and leaking in anticipation.
There were so many other things he wanted to do with and to this woman too, so many ways in which he wanted to enjoy her, and have her enjoy him. But not now, not in the back of his car, and not when his control was balanced on a knife’s edge.
And not when he hadn’t had the chance to pleasure her first.
The barrier of her panties was still between them, but Lucien dealt with them in the same way he had in his apartment the previous week: a quick tug and he had ripped the delicate fabric from her body.
“I’ll buy you a dozen new pairs,” he promised roughly as Nicky’s eyes widened. “Right now I just need my cock pressed against your bare heat.”
Lucien held her firmly in place, with his hands on her hips to prevent her from taking him inside her, as he began to slide his cock along the length of those bared and plump wet folds. Groaning as he felt the way his cock was becoming wetter and wetter, her juices flowing copiously as he continued to rub the hardness of his cock against her swollen clit.
It was a form of self-torture when he had no intention of being inside her yet; his teeth were clenched together, jaw tight as he continued those measured slow and agonizingly sensitive thrusts against her, wanting the pleasure to last for as long as Nicky could take it.
He ignored the demands of his own body in favor of looking at the flushed beauty of Nicky’s face, enjoyed hearing the way her breathing hitched, and then quickened to low and panting gasps as she began to move more quickly and demandingly against him, the color of her eyes deepening almost to black as the pleasure increased from this harder friction against her swollen and pulsing clit.
Lucien growled his satisfaction as he watched her body arch, breasts thrusting forward, nipples pebble hard, as she rapidly approached her climax.
After this past agonizingly frustrating week, Lucien wanted that. He wanted to watch, to savor Nicky as she came, to look into her face as she fell apart in his arms—
“We’ve almost reached the Wynter Enterprises building, Lucien.”
The sound of that disembodied voice echoing around in the back of the limo had the same effect on Nicky as a glass of ice-cold water being thrown in her face, bringing her back to the stark reality of exactly where she was, whom she was with, and what she was doing.
Chapter 8
She had completely forgotten, in the frantic heat of their lovemaking, that both the driver and Dair Grayson were seated in the front of the limo. That, despite the closed privacy glass between the front and back of the vehicle, they may even both be able to see that she was naked in the back of the car, and that Lucien was almost so.
Seconds ago she had even been about to go down on her knees and—
“Stay exactly where you are,” Lucien growled, one of his arms tightening about Nicky’s back as he realized she was about to move off his thighs. He held her firmly as he used his other hand to press the intercom button on the door panel. “Keep driving—” He broke off with a scowl as Nicky gave a frantic shake of her head, her cheeks on fire with embarrassment as Lucien looked at her searchingly before pressing the intercom button a second time. “Garage entrance,” he instructed harshly. “Both of you stay in the car when we get there,” he added hardly. “And I won’t be needing you anymore tonight, Dair.”
“But—”
“Stay in the damned car, Dair!” he repeated firmly before wrapping both of his arms about Nicky as she still struggled to free herself with the obvious intention of moving to the seat next to him. “And you will stay exactly where you are too, damn it,” he rasped.
Reality had come back with a vengeance, as far as Nicky was concerned, causing her to tremble and shake as she realized how nearly she and Lucien had actually made love in the back of his car.
Except what had happened between the two of them just now had been too frantic, too heated, too wild, to be called anything as tame as lovemaking.
They h
ad been hungry for each other, biting, scratching, throwing off their clothes, both of them seeming desperate to crawl into each other’s skin, both needing that deep physical connection.
Possibly because most of their verbal exchanges ended with one or both of them walking away.
That was surely still no excuse for allowing things to go so far between them in the back of Lucien’s car.
But she hadn’t allowed anything; Lucien was here, she was here, and after the past ten days of not seeing him, of worrying all day what his reaction was going to be to her not meeting him for dinner this evening, and the fact that he had come to her, that she had even managed to get him to say ‘please’, was it any wonder she had forgotten everything else but the pleasure of being with him again?
To the point that she was now completely naked with him in the back of his car.
Humiliation and embarrassment didn’t even begin to cover how Nicky felt right now.
“Don’t even think about telling me this was a bad idea,” Lucien growled as the car entered the underground parking garage and he could clearly see the expression of doubt on Nicky’s flushed face. “I’m so near the edge right now that I’ll take you right here and now if you refuse to come up to my apartment with me,” he assured her grimly, keeping one arm anchored about her as he shifted slightly so that he could refasten his trousers in readiness for the two of them getting out of the car.
Her answer was to bury the heat of her face against his throat. “I wasn’t going to refuse to come up to your apartment, Lucien,” she assured huskily. “I’m just—I would just prefer it if your cousin and the driver didn’t both see me naked.”
Lucien’s jaw tightened just thinking of any man other than him seeing Nicky naked.
Including any men from her past?
Hell, yes!
A warning—as if Lucien needed one—that he was getting in way too deep with this woman.
He already knew he was in way too deep, damn it, so deep that only Nicky’s complete surrender would calm the blazing need he felt to possess, to own her.
“Put my jacket on.” He helped her to slip her arms into the garment as the car came to a halt beside the private elevator to his apartment, giving a rueful smile as Nicky instantly wrapped the jacket about her almost twice to cover her nakedness.
She looked like a little girl dressing up in an adult’s clothes, the jacket reaching down to her mid-thighs, the sleeves hanging off the ends of her fingers.
“I’ve already seen it all, you know,” he drawled as he pushed the door open.
“You’ve done a lot more than ‘see’ it—oh!” Her arms moved about Lucien’s neck and she held on as he stood up with her in his arms.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he instructed as he placed his hands beneath the bare globes of her bottom and walked purposefully over to get in the elevator without so much as giving a glance towards the two men sitting in the limousine.
Nicky rested her head on his shoulder as the elevator doors closed behind them. “Perhaps it’s as well I lost some weight; less for you to carry,” she chuckled.
“The weight goes back on,” Lucien assured her grimly. “I don’t happen to like thin women.” He gave her a frowning glance.
Nicky snuggled closer into his neck as she gave the strong column of his throat a long and leisurely stroke with the moistness of her tongue, smiling against his skin as she felt him quiver in response. “You seem to like me well enough,” she murmured with satisfaction, enjoying the play of muscles in his shoulders as he carried her so easily, and able to feel the press of his arousal between her vulnerable thighs.
His eyes glittered brightly. “I don’t feel anything as insipid as liking for you, I just want to—”
“Yes, I know; you just want to fuck me.” She sighed.
“I told you not to use that word,” he growled harshly. “Not unless you want this bare backside,” his hands boldly caressed her bottom, “soundly thrashed.”
The heat of those caresses went straight to Nicky’s groin, causing her to groan as she felt the flow of her juices wetting her swollen labia.
“I don’t feel anything so insipid as liking for you, Nicky,” Lucien repeated softly as he stepped out into the carpeted hallway of his apartment. “But I do need to take you, right now.” He slammed her up against the wall. “Finesse will just have to wait!”
She gave a gasp even as her legs tightened instinctively about Lucien’s waist, fingers gripping tightly to his muscled shoulders as he held her against the wall with the weight of his chest, glittering eyes continuing to hold hers captive as Lucien kept one hand beneath her bottom to support her while he used the other one to unfasten the zip on his trousers, allowing the long and straining length of his cock to spring free.
“There’s a condom in the breast pocket of my jacket,” he managed to gasp.
Nicky quickly searched in the pocket, her cheeks warming as she found not one packet but half a dozen. She quickly tore the top of the packet and removed the condom. “Shall I?” she offered gruffly.
“Maybe next time.” Lucien took the latex and quickly and efficiently rolled it over the length of his erection.
Nicky gave another gasp, softer this time, more like a groan, as Lucien once again cupped her bottom and moved his hips back slightly, stroking the length of his covered cock along the dripping walls of her labia, lubricating his length as he pulled back even further before surging forward and thrusting up hard and fiercely inside her.
“Jesus, you feel like molten fire around me,” Lucien’s groan was somewhere between ecstasy and agony as his cock took complete possession.
He stayed exactly like that for several long seconds, not daring to move, knowing that even a single stroke inside that soft and yielding heat was likely to send him hurtling over the edge.
“Don’t move and keep your legs wrapped tightly about my waist,” he growled, holding her up against the wall as his hands moved to part his jacket, revealing those delicious breasts, the nipples swollen and colored a deep rose.
Lucien’s head swooped as he latched onto one of those delectable nipples, sucking and pulling on that swollen bud like a starving man, so hungry for this wild, red-haired woman he knew he wasn’t going to last longer than a few minutes, but determined that when he went Nicky was going to come with him.
He became suddenly still, as he allowed himself to enjoy the pull and tightening of Nicky’s sheath as she started to come. Those contractions became slowly stronger, stroking along the length of Lucien’s cock as he continued to remain unmoving inside her, caressing him, squeezing him, demanding he join her.
That pull grew stronger, harder, until her inner muscles all contracted at the same time as she came, wrapped about his cock like an undulating vice.
Lucien lost it completely, suckling harder on Nicky’s nipple, as he heard her cry of pleasure at the same time as he joined her, his cock surging and throbbing with his own agonizingly pleasurable release.
Her fingernails dug painfully into his shoulders as she continued to move up and down the length of his cock, desperately taking her own pleasure, taking all of his pleasure too, not satisfied until she had drained him dry.
“We should move,” Nicky murmured a long time later, the sound of their hoarse and ragged breathing the only noise in the silence of Lucien’s apartment.
She had known Lucien’s cock was going to be big, had felt that long, thick length pressed against her several times. But she had realized earlier he was even bigger than she had imagined, long, thick and silky, and filling her completely still even as he softened. Nicky had no doubts that she was going to ache in the morning, the pleasurable ache of having Lucien inside her.
“I can’t move yet,” he murmured raggedly, his breath hot against her throat.
“I should get dressed and leave— Oh God, I left all my clothes in the car!” she groaned in realization.
Lucien gave a shake of his head, his hair soft and silky agains
t her skin. “Dair will bring them back in the morning, probably laundered and pressed. And the only place you’re going tonight is my bed,” he added with his usual arrogance.
Nicky raised her head to look at him, although she couldn’t see much of his expression in the shadowed hallway. “I thought you would want me to leave now that you’ve had what you wanted.”
Ordinarily that was exactly how Lucien would have felt; he didn’t remember ever wanting to spend a whole night with a woman, in his bed or in hers. But he had already told Nicky that her leaving him tonight wasn’t an option, and he had meant it.
He had no intentions of allowing Nicky to go anywhere until he had taken and enjoyed her in all the ways he had fantasized of—
Of what?
He had realized in these past few minutes that it was no longer just fucking with Nicky, that it went much deeper than that.
Obsession, maybe?
Whatever it was, he intended this woman to be his until they had both sated this wild need for each other. Even if he had to keep her naked to make it happen.
“Oh!” Nicky drew her breath in sharply as she felt Lucien starting to harden again inside her, was literally able to feel the blood flowing back into him, thickening the veins running the full length of his shaft, until he once again felt like that rigid length of steel inside her.
“Yes—oh.” Lucien bared his teeth in a humorless smile as he straightened. “We’re going to be in a bed this time.” He carried her easily down the rest of the hallway, past the kitchen where he had eaten her for his meal just days ago, and then down another hallway and into what was obviously his bedroom.
A single bedside lamp offered a soft glow of illumination, allowing Nicky to see the room was decorated in icy blues and black, and dominated by the biggest bed Nicky had ever seen. “You could get a football team in there!”
“We’ll make do with just the two of us just for tonight, hmm?” Lucien murmured as he lowered her down onto the ice-blue duvet.
She blinked up at him in alarm. “Just for tonight?”
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