Burn So Bad

by J. H. Croix

  I felt when he came out of his half asleep state, his body tensing slightly before he shifted and brought his hands to grip my hips lightly.

  “Lucy?” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.

  “It’s me,” I replied, feeling a grin curl my lips.

  I had to admit I liked waking him up like this. A bit too much. I didn’t want to talk though.

  I rolled my hips and leaned forward until I was about an inch from his lips. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by this point. There was a night light in his bedroom, casting a soft glimmer across the bed. He’d mentioned in passing that he kept night lights throughout the house because he’d almost stepped on Ham one night. Right now, I was glad for it because there was just enough light for me to see the desire reflected in his gaze.

  “I changed my mind,” I said.

  “About what?”

  “That this is a mistake. I still hate that I want you. But I want you.”

  His hands tightened on my hips, sliding around to cup my bottom. My own hips rolled reflexively as a low moan escaped. I couldn’t help it. I was so close.

  “I don’t hate that you want me,” he murmured. His gruff, sleepy voice was so sexy, it sent a hot shiver through me. “It’s not a mistake either.”

  Then his hands were sliding up my back, my shirt bunching at his wrists as he tugged it up and over my head. He was careful with my arm, which kind of annoyed me. I didn’t want to have to worry about it, and it didn’t hurt. But I was too frantic and too beside myself to think much about anything other than getting him completely naked and having him buried inside of me. My need for that specifically was so strong, I knew it wouldn’t be filled until he was rooted deep within me.

  Everything was a blur. His hands and mouth were everywhere. Oh, and he slept naked. That was a pleasant surprise. My breasts were heavy and aching, my nipples so tight they hurt. He teased me to madness, rolling his thumbs across my nipples, his mouth drawing one and then the other inside, his teeth scoring them lightly. When I got impatient and tried to shove the sheet out of the way, he chuckled.

  “Oh no, we’re not rushing this.”

  He spun us over and stretched out beside me. I rolled my head to the side to catch his eyes.

  “Not what I want.”

  His laugh was soft against my skin as his lips trailed down my neck and teased my nipples, taking his sweet time.

  “Oh are we gonna do that again?” he murmured.

  I didn’t know what it was about him, but everything was foreplay. Even his words.

  “Do what again?” I choked out as he mapped my body with his mouth.

  “You’re gonna tell me this was a mistake and run off.”

  I shook my head swiftly. “No. I have an end goal in mind.”

  His laugh sent sparks dancing along my skin, the scrape of his stubble on my belly making me crazy.

  “Always in a rush, aren’t you?”

  I couldn’t say why, but I was comfortable. I was caught in this moment with him and didn’t really care to let my self-consciousness ruin it. So I laughed, and then he was dropping kisses between my thighs. He pushed my knees apart, and then his mouth was on the most intimate part of me.

  I gripped his hair and hung on for dear life. He made love to my pussy with his mouth. Teasing through my folds with his tongue, swirling around the hot button of need, and burying his fingers inside my channel. His touch was so much better than mine. I lost sense of everything, but the feel of his fingers driving in and out of my channel and his tongue making me crazy.

  He gripped my hip with one hand as I bucked against him, chasing after that sweet release. He drove his fingers deeply once more and sucked my clit into his mouth. Pleasure spun tight and then let loose, flying through my body. The force of my climax was so intense, I was nearly limp by the time he drew back. His fingers were still buried deep inside me when I felt his gaze.

  “Lucy.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Lucy

  When Levi said my name, his voice strummed a chord in my body, which reverberated along the ragged edge of my heart. I was too tangled up and too lost in need to allow myself to dwell on it. For a beat, it frightened me. He touched a place inside that I never wanted to be vulnerable. But I couldn’t look away.

  The moment he said my name, I opened my eyes to find him rising above me. Every inch of him was hot, hard and breathtaking. Even though I’d just had the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had with a man, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he was inside of me.

  Even though I couldn’t seem to form words, my body knew what it wanted. My legs were curling around his hips to hold him close. I found my words when he rolled to the side.

  “Where are you going?” I murmured, trying to stall his motion with one of my legs.

  He chuckled, his low laugh sending my belly spinning into flip after flip after flip.

  He reached for his nightstand, and inside of a second, he was rolling a condom on and shifting over me again. I was far beyond being embarrassed about how desperately I wanted him. There was no point in hiding it. Maybe, just maybe, once would be enough, and I could stop dreaming and fantasizing about him. His hands slid up my sides catching my hands in his and stretching them up over my head.

  He caught me rolling my eyes when he was careful with my braced wrist.

  “What’s that for?” he asked, a grin teasing at the corners of his mouth.

  “I won’t break. Especially since this…” I paused and wiggled my hand in his “…is in a brace. It’s fine.”

  He held my gaze, his eyes darkening. “Deal with it.”

  His elbows rested at my shoulders. Framing my face, he released one of my hands. Brushing my hair back, he held my gaze. The moment was so intense and so intimate, I felt naked in more ways than one. Yet, I promised myself I wouldn’t be a coward, so I didn’t look away.

  “Now would be the time to tell me to stop,” he said, his voice gruff.

  I was so screwed.

  All he had to do was talk, and I melted even more. I felt like liquid wax inside, hot and pliant. All I knew was I needed him inside of me. I needed to be that close. My pussy clenched, my core throbbing for more.

  I curled my legs around his hips and nudged him, but he held firm. I had to face it, he was far stronger than me. No matter how much I wanted to make him do my bidding, I couldn’t. His mouth hitched at the corner, sending my belly through another series of flips.

  His gaze sobered. “I’m serious. If you aren’t sure, just tell me.”

  My heart thudded inside my chest, hard and fast, and I swallowed against the wave of emotion rocking me. All of a sudden, this felt far more real than anything I’d ever experienced. I was far past trying to pretend I didn’t want him. In the face of what had just happened, I would look like a big fat liar.

  So I held his gaze. “I know. I don’t want to stop.”

  For a moment, Levi was silent and still, and then he adjusted the angle of his hips and rocked into me. His cock, every hard, thick inch of it, slid through my slick folds. It didn’t matter I’d just climaxed all over his face, I was already at the edge again. He wasn’t one to be rushed. I was learning that about him quite thoroughly.

  Only when I moaned his name and bucked against him again did he finally draw back, adjust the angle and then start to slide into my channel. He moved slowly, as if concerned he would be too rough. I’d admit, it had been long enough since I’d had actual sex that I was tight, tighter than I expected. It wasn’t painful, but… Well, I was small, and he was big.

  His speech was slurred when he spoke. “Lucy, you feel so fucking good.” He caught my lips in a kiss as he held still inside of me for a few beats. I could feel the pounding of his heart against my chest. On the heels of a breath, he sank to the hilt, seating himself deeply.

  He drew back, his eyes catching mine. It was almost too much. We were as close as two human beings could be. I couldn’t say I knew what to expect because I
didn’t. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about this. It was only something from my dreams. This was so real, so intense, and so much better than my dreams. I rocked against him as my body relaxed, adjusting to the delicious stretch of him filling me.

  He moved slowly at first. He was surprising me in so many ways. I hadn’t expected him to be anything other than a fun guy in bed. I hadn’t been prepared for the way he would savor every inch of me, for the way he would be careful of my arm, of my body, and how he would treat me as if I was made of spun glass, while also being a touch rough and dirty.

  Once I began to rock restlessly against him, arching and sliding my good hand down his back, my nails scoring him, he didn’t hold back anymore. It became fast and furious because that was what I needed it to be. My want was so great, and my need ran so deep.

  “Fuck, Lucy. Take it easy,” he muttered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  My eyes whipped open. “You’re not. Levi, please just…”

  Since I couldn’t find the words, I rocked against him. He answered with his body, drawing back and surging deeply. I couldn’t look away, though I meant to. Locked in his navy gaze, the pressure gathered inside, like a wave rolling into itself. He reached between us. With a swirl of his fingers over my clit, the wave crested and I spun apart inside, my climax crashing through me. I felt him tighten and distantly heard my voice calling his name, feeling his eyes on me as he called mine before collapsing against me.

  We lay there, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, as we caught our breath. I didn’t remember falling asleep. Yet, I woke in the night, warm and relaxed. Levi was curled up behind me, his palm splayed on my abdomen. I told myself I should get up, but I couldn’t.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Levi

  The early dawn light filtered through my windows. I’d forgotten to close the curtains last night. Needless to say, I’d initially gone to bed sexually frustrated beyond belief. I’d eschewed taking matters into my own hands. With Lucy so near, I knew it would simply be unsatisfying. Then she’d gone and surprised the hell out of me.

  My mind spun back to last night. I was curled up behind her, and I’d woken up with a hard-on. It only made sense. I might’ve found some release last night, yet what I’d thought would be a fun roll between the sheets had been far more.

  Instead of satisfying my appetite, it had only served to whet it further. Lucy, petite though she was, was a bundle of curves. With her luscious bottom pressed into my cock and one of her breasts cupped in my palm, it was impossible for my body not to respond. She was sound asleep, her breathing steady. It wouldn’t have surprised me to have woken and found her long gone. In fact, I was slightly surprised that wasn’t the case.

  I decided to do exactly what I wanted and not overthink any of this. So I thumbed her nipple, grinning when it puckered under my touch, and slid my hand down over her belly and the curve of her hip to dip between her thighs. She was soft and warm, her legs shifting in her sleep to give me access. I dusted kisses along the curve of her neck. Damn. She tasted so good—sweet with a hint of musk. Her personality could be so prickly, yet the sweetness underneath was such a surprise it made my heart clench.

  I heard her breath hitch just as I slid my fingers through her curls and into her folds. I found her hot, wet, and ready. I almost chuckled because she made me want to tease though I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it. She tensed slightly, and then I dragged my thumb across her clit. She sighed, a little breathy moan escaping.

  The sounds Lucy made? Fucking heaven. She was an expressive woman. I’d known she never hesitated to tell anyone what she thought about anything. To see her expressive side when she was wild with need nearly slayed me.

  I couldn’t hold back my grin when her breath hitched again as I sank a finger, knuckle deep, in her channel. I had no illusions she was a virgin, but she was tight enough last night, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn it had been a while for her. I distantly wondered if she was sore and considered whether I should ask. She moaned again, her hips rolling into my fingers, and I forgot everything else. I knew what I wanted.

  To taste her.

  So with my fingers still buried between that sweet spot at the apex of her thighs, I shifted my weight and rolled her towards me with my free hand. Almost forgetting for a moment about the brace on her wrist, I paused when it bumped against me. Lifting my head away from where I’d been dragging my tongue over the curve of her shoulder, I glanced to her.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  Her eyes opened, snagging mine and making my breath catch and my heart give a resounding kick to my ribs. Fuck. Her eyes were so damn gorgeous. Just now, her sky blue gaze, hazy with sleep and desire, blinking under the sun filtering through the windows, set my heart to thudding hard and fast. I was so screwed. She had me by the balls, and she didn’t even know it. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at me.

  Perfect, fucking perfect. I loved it when she was a little annoyed. I’d freely admit her feisty side was a big part of my attraction to her. Oh, I wasn’t so stupid as to deny that she was fucking gorgeous. Because she was. But I loved how she bristled and how sarcastic she was. I loved the contradiction of how, at a glance, you might think she was fragile and then she opened her mouth, and you discovered the opposite.

  “I’m fine,” she said.

  I think she meant for her words to sound annoyed, and there was a hint of it in there. But with the look in her eyes, she sounded breathy. As I drew my fingers back and sank them into a channel again, her pussy clenched around them, and my cock hardened even further.

  “Good to know,” I said, not even bothering to hide my grin.

  I moved swiftly, dusting kisses down Lucy’s body and bringing my lips to the core of her. She tasted salty and sweet, the center of her like honey and musk. I couldn’t get enough. Still fucking her with my fingers, I set to teasing her to madness with my tongue. I could’ve done this for hours, but she came quickly in a noisy burst, her channel clamping down around my fingers. I rose up and rolled off the bed swiftly, scooping her in my arms and leaning down to snag a condom out of the drawer I’d left open last night.

  She bumped her heels against my thighs. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  But then she giggled, and my heart squeezed again.

  Lucy just did it for me—in so many ways and on so many levels. I hadn’t expected last night to happen. In fact, I’d resigned myself to the reality that nothing like that would ever happen with her. To have last night, to wake up and be able to kiss her all over and have her giggling as I carried her into the shower, well, it was damn near close to heaven.

  “We need a shower,” I said as I nudged the water on with my elbow.

  As soon as steam started to fill the room, I started to step into the shower.

  “Hey, I need to take my brace off.”

  I stepped back quickly with her still in my arms. Because honestly, I didn’t want to let go. I quickly helped her take it off, setting it on the counter by the sink carefully.

  Her eyes on mine, she asked, “Planning to put me down anytime?”

  “In a sec.”

  As soon as we stepped into the shower, I let her slide down as I quickly rolled the condom on with my now free hand. She started to turn around, but I slid my hands over her luscious bottom. Without another word, she got the message. Her palms flattened against the tile wall, she arched her back with her lush ass tilting up for me. I didn’t need to check to see if she was ready because I knew how wet she was. I slid my fingers between the sweet cheeks of her ass, spreading them and then positioning my cock at her entrance.

  I held still for a beat, my cock fisted in my grip and dragged it back and forth in her folds. She moaned, and I started to slide inside. Her body tensed slightly, and I paused.

  “Too fast? Are you okay?”

  Lucy looked over her shoulder, her golden hair damp now and her eyes flashing. She shook her head swiftly. “Oh my God! I’m fine.”

  As if in
emphasis, she wiggled her bottom and pushed back against me, bringing my cock all the way into her core.

  I let out a low growl, losing myself in the feel of her. I meant to make this last, to drag it out, but I couldn’t. Not with her rolling her hips back into every stroke, not with her channel throbbing and clenching around my cock. Before I knew it, my release was thundering through me with heat tightening at the base of my spine and my balls. I reached around, dipping my fingers through her curls and swirling them over her clit. She cried out, her channel milking my release as it roared through me. My knees almost gave out at the force of it.

  Thank fuck there was a wall beside me. My palm slapped against it as I gripped her hip with my other hand. I heaved, trying to catch my breath and holding onto her as I slowly came to.

  When the thundering of my pulse eased and my breath slowed, it occurred to me that I didn’t want to move. I’d die a happy man if I could stay buried inside of Lucy forever.

  No such luck. She glanced over her shoulder, a grin curling the corner of her mouth.

  “Well that was fast,” she said.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s your fault.”

  Still buried inside of her, I watched as her eyes widened slightly.

  “How so?” she asked.

  I eased my grip on her hip and slid my thumb over her clit again, teasing in the folds of her pussy just above where my cock was filling her.

  She groaned, her channel clenching again.

  “It’s too good. You feel too good,” I said for emphasis.

  Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. Having regained my balance, I slid my palm down her spine, slick from the water raining down upon us. Realizing I couldn’t stay buried inside of her forever, no matter how much I wanted to, I drew back slowly. I quickly disposed of the condom, leaning out of the shower to toss it in the trashcan by the sink.