One side of his mouth hooked up. “You must want me. You came all this way in your pretty black lace without even telling me you were coming. What exactly did you come for?”
His voice was calm and seductive. The words came, coming, come from his lips made me light-headed and sent blood rushing between my legs, but his cool, relaxed tone was like a slap in the face. God, was he going to make me beg for it? I wouldn’t, I didn’t have to, I shouldn’t have to. He’s the one who should beg!
Keeping my arms pinned, he brought his mouth to my breasts. He rubbed his lips over one hard nipple through the thin material, leisurely, lightly, as if he had infinite patience. He bit the other one, tugging gently with his teeth while I trapped a moan in my throat and dug my heels into the side of the bed to keep myself from wrapping my legs around him.
He kissed the rounded swell of each breast above the lace trim. My chest was rising and falling faster every second. “What did you come for, Mia?” I turned my head to the side, and he laughed. “Not talking to me? If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were being defiant on purpose. So that I’d have to punish you.”
Yes—that’s it. I wanted him to punish me, abuse my body, not my heart. I wanted the physical pain he could bring to overwhelm the emotional sting of his betrayal. Maybe then I could forget how much he hurt me.
How crushed I was that he didn’t love me enough.
He put his mouth on my throat, teasing me with slow circles of his tongue that had me panting. “You missed this, didn’t you?” he whispered. Then he moved his hips, rubbing his hard dick against just the right spot between my legs. Sweet, slow friction that had my hips tilting, my body begging for more.
Fuck, that feels good.
“And this.” He pushed harder. “You couldn’t wait to have it. You came all the way here for it. Say it.”
I kept my cheek to the mattress.
“Look at me and say it, Mia.” His tone had changed to something more serious, more demanding.
No. Not this time. I wouldn’t submit so easily to him tonight—I wanted him, but I wanted a fight too. I wanted it rough and angry, because that’s the way I felt. I wanted him to work for it. I wanted to hurt him in some way, retaliate for the pain he’d caused me.
And I wanted him to think, Maybe I don’t know her.
I looked him right in the eye. “Fuck you.”
He released my wrists and stood up, backing away from me. Had I gone too far?
For a moment, he remained perfectly still. As if he were waiting for me to get up and leave.
I propped myself up on my elbows. My heart was pounding.
He unbuttoned his coat.
Yes yes yes. I opened my knees a little wider.
He reached for his tie, and as his fingers worked the knot free, my toes curled.
And then he smiled at me. He fucking smiled at me, like this was all a little game.
Enraged, I turned onto my stomach and tried to crawl away from him, but his hand shot out and clamped around my right ankle.
“Let me go.” I clawed at the comforter as he dragged me back to him.
“No.” His other hand reached under my left hip and flipped me onto my back again. “I won’t. Not ever.” He pulled my jeans off, then let go of me just long enough to shrug off his coat. I took the opportunity to scramble backward, tumbling off the far side of the bed. After landing on my ass, I popped to my feet, even more furious.
“See? This is the fucking problem with you,” I snapped, pointing at him. “You say things like that—not ever—and you don’t mean them.”
He undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “I do mean them.”
I shook my head. “No, you don’t. You don’t want any kind of ever with me. You just want now.”
Pulling the tie from around his neck, he moved around the foot of the bed. “Now is looking pretty good to me, not gonna lie. You’re killing me in that lace.”
I backed up. “I’m not joking, Lucas.”
“Neither am I.” He moved closer to me. “I get hard for you every single day we’re apart, and yet somehow it still surprises me when I see you again, how fucking beautiful you are.”
Dashing sideways, I jumped up on the bed. “Stop it!” Fuck, did he have to be so hot? So good with words? I put my hands out. “I’m really mad at you!”
He smiled, slow and sexy. “I can tell.”
“We need to talk.”
“Right now?” He slid the tie through his fingers. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Flustered, I struggled for words. “I—you can’t just—we have to—you’re distracting me with that tie!”
He snapped the tie taut in front of him. “This tie right here?”
“Yes.” Parking my hands on my hips, I eyed him suspiciously. “Just what are you planning to do with it?”
“Come down here and I’ll show you.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll come get you.”
He hopped up on the bed and I squealed, jumping off the other side. He followed, chasing me around the bed and over it one more time before I ran for the door.
Wait, what am I doing?
Panting, I turned around and flattened myself against the door for half a second before launching myself at him. Our mouths collided hard, our teeth knocking. His tongue plunged between my lips, battling with mine in a kiss fueled by equal parts anger and desire. He backed me into the door and put one hand around my throat, stroking my lips with his tongue. Our hot, heavy breaths mingled. I put my hands on his chest as if I might try to push him away.
“Come on, Mia,” he coaxed. “Let me give you what you want. I want it too.” Slipping the other hand into my panties, he rubbed my clit in slow circles that had my legs tingling. He moaned as one finger slid easily inside me. “You’re so wet already. I love how wet you get before I even touch you. It drives me crazy.”
My rational thoughts faded as every neuron in my body dedicated itself to the lovely buzz building beneath his fingers. Taking his hand from my throat, he slid one strap of my bra off my shoulder and pulled the lace below my breast. He teased my puckered nipple with his fingers before taking it into his mouth, sucking it between his teeth. Closing my eyes, I flattened my palms against the door, struggling to think, to speak, to breathe. “Godammit, Lucas.”
“You want me to stop?” His hand went still, and the ache inside me intensified.
I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled his head up to my eye level. “I’m already mad at you, so don’t you fucking dare.”
He crushed his lips to mine, and we devoured each other with a hunger that can only be built up by frustration and time apart. Frantic with need, I undid his pants and shoved them down just enough to get at his hot, hard cock. I took it in two hands, sliding the firm flesh through both fists, my entire body bursting with impatience. Oh my God, I want this. Now.
“Fuck. I need to taste you.” Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my panties at the hips and yanked them down hard. They were still looped around one ankle when his tongue darted between my legs. I fell back against the door as his hands slid up the insides of my thighs and opened me up to his hungry mouth. My entire body hummed as he swept his tongue up the hot, wet seam at my center and traced delightful little circles around my clit. When he sucked it into his mouth, my knees buckled, and I grabbed him by the hair again.
“Now,” I panted. “I want it fucking now.”
He jumped to his feet, hooked his elbows beneath my knees and lifted me up with my back against the wall and my legs slung over his forearms. I was wide open to him, and dripping wet. Bracing my elbows on his shoulders, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he lowered me onto the tip of his cock, my entire body tense with anticipation. Yesyesyesyesyesyes.
Then he stopped.
I opened my eyes. His face was just inches from mine, and from his devious expression I knew he was torturing me on purpose. “Oh, you bastard,” I breathed, loving and hating him in equal measure. �
�Give it to me. All of it.”
He kept me suspended where I was.
“You son of a bitch.” I tried lowering myself, but it was impossible.
He gave me another inch. Maybe two.
Oh sweet Jesus. Did we have to have a power struggle right now? I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh God, oh God, oh God…it was almost enough, and I was so close, and everything inside me was buzzing and hot and desperate to close around him. Digging my fingers into his neck, I breathed hard through my open mouth. The image of a bull being taunted by a red cape flashed through my mind. “Lucas,” I whimpered.
“Say you still love me.”
“What?”
“Say you forgive me.”
His mischievous expression was gone, replaced by a genuine look of longing in his eyes, maybe even a little fear. “Say it, Mia.” He lowered me all the way down, and I gasped at the sudden fullness, the shock of pleasure deep inside me. “I can’t lose you. Say you still love me.”
For the first time tonight, I felt like I wasn’t the only one frightened by everything that had happened, by the thought of losing each other. I felt like he needed me, and he knew it.
Too ecstatic to speak for the moment, I circled my hips and felt his cock pulse inside me. He groaned, fighting for control, which made me even happier.
“I love you.” I kissed each of his lips, teasing them open with my tongue. He tastes different now. Because of me. That’s my taste and his, together. The thought was so erotic I nearly came right then and there. “And I forgive you. But now, I really want you to fuck me, or I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Before I could even take a breath, he slammed my back into the door, driving even deeper inside me. I cried out, grasping at his shirt with both hands as he pounded into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. Fuck, why hadn’t I taken all his clothes off? I wanted hot bare skin under my palms, my nails, my teeth. I was about to start tearing at buttons when he pinned me to the wall, holding his cock deep within me and grinding against my clit hard and fast.
“Oh God. I’m afraid—this will be—too fast.” His voice in my ear was raspy, his words choppy as he fought to make it good for me without coming too soon.
But I was already there, suspended on the edge of release and desperate to take him with me. My toes pointed as the muscles in my lower body seized up. Tears came to my eyes as everything inside me pulled blissfully, agonizingly tight. “No. You’re perfect. Don’t stop—don’t stop.”
He picked up the pace, fucking me fast and rough, my back thumping against the door. “Fuck, I love the way you want it,” he said through clenched teeth. “The way you get so wet. The way you come so hard when I fuck you like this.”
“Yes,” I cried, reaching the highest peak. “Yes, yes, yes…”
He cursed as his body stiffened and his cock throbbed inside me, and it was like I’d never had an orgasm before, the way it shocked me, pure joy bursting at my center and rippling outward through my limbs in mind-numbing, spine-tingling rapture. I closed my eyes, savoring every rhythmic contraction of my body around his.
Perfection.
I couldn’t even feel my legs.
How the fuck he remained standing, I’ll never know.
I took a few minutes to clean up, and when I came out of the bathroom, Lucas was lying on the bed, pants on but still undone, one arm flung across his eyes. I laughed, and he picked up his head.
“What?”
“Us. You’re still wearing all those clothes, even your shoes, and I’m wearing a bra and my socks.” I kicked up one gray-and-white-striped foot.
He smiled. “I wasn’t patient enough for sock removal.”
“I noticed.” Locating my underwear, which had dropped off my ankle sometime between you son of a bitch and I love you, I slipped it on and flopped onto my side next to him. “So…surprise. I’m here.”
He turned onto his side too, propping his head in his hand. “This was definitely a surprise. I was not expecting you.”
“I noticed that too.” I tried not to sound sarcastic. Not very hard, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “I was being sponfuckingtaneous! Isn’t that what you wanted? It’s not my fault you had your ex-girlfriend holed up in your apartment.”
“Hey.” He reached out and rubbed my upper arm. “Don’t get mad again. I’m happy you’re here. I want you here. And I really am sorry about earlier.”
Sorry about earlier? No. That was a little too vague for me.
I sat up. “Which parts are you sorry about, exactly? I mean, are you sorry you let her move in? Sorry you lied about it? Sorry you made me feel like an asshole in front of her?” The memory of what went on in his apartment had me all worked up again. I loved him, but I needed to hear him admit he was wrong.
“About all of it. I should have told you she was there. Better yet, I should have said no to her when she asked if she could stay for a few days.” He pulled me down again, then moved closer to me and brushed the hair back from my face. “You know, when you said that about Tucker, asked about how I would feel if I found out he was staying in your apartment, I wanted to put my fist through the wall.”
“Yeah?” The corners of my mouth lifted slightly. “Good.”
“Honestly, Jessica means nothing to me now, but you were right—I do feel guilty about the way things ended, and I guess I let that influence my decision. It seemed like something small I could do for her to make up for the painful way we ended things.”
“It’s not small at all. Not to me. And not to her either.”
He kissed my forehead. “I get that now. But you have to believe me when I say I have no romantic feelings for her whatsoever. You don’t really think I would sleep with her, do you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t intend to, but she’s so beautiful…what if she threw herself at you and you felt guilty or lonely enough to give in?”
He shook his head. “That would never happen. I love you, and I don’t want anyone else. It was more like…I felt sorry for her. Jessica is kind of a mess right now.”
“She looks fine to me.”
“Well, she has some family problems, and she’s coming off another bad breakup. Nothing life-threatening, but she needed a friend. She’s not interested in me in any other way.”
I bit my lip rather than argue, but I felt like hitting him over the head. Of course she was interested in him another way—it was totally obvious! Was he blind? And I noticed he hadn’t disagreed with me about her being beautiful. But guys aren’t so smart about some things. Maybe he truly couldn’t read her. Maybe he didn’t realize how jealous I was. Hell, I don’t even think I knew how jealous I was before I actually saw her. It wasn’t like me at all, and I hated the feeling.
He continued to stroke my hair. “Any man that has you would have to be insane to risk losing you.” He touched his forehead to mine. “Tell me you know I wouldn’t hurt you that way.”
“I guess I do, but…” I shrugged. “I hated hearing that you were going to have dinner with her tonight, even if it was with other friends. And then I get here, and you’re all dressed up in a suit—”
“Fuck that. Now that you’re here, I don’t care about seeing anyone but you. I want to take you to dinner. Or eat you for dinner.” His hand was wandering over my hip, but I didn’t want to gloss over this issue with sex.
“You never want to bring me around your friends, Lucas. Why is that?”
He sighed, removing his hand. “Because when you’re here, I want you all to myself, Mia. We have so little time together. I don’t want to waste it paying attention to anyone else.”
“But it makes me feel bad, like I’m not really part of your life. Like I’m just something on the side and you don’t ever intend to let me in.” I got to my knees and sat back on my heels. “I love you. I want to know your friends, and I want them to know me.”
He looked at me a
moment. “OK.”
I blinked. “OK?”
“Sure. If you want to meet some of my friends, we can hook up with them for drinks tonight.”
“Really?” I couldn’t help grinning. Granted, it was cocktails with friends, not an apartment in SoHo, but it was a step in the right direction. I could be patient. Tonight, I’d blend in seamlessly with his social life, and he’d see how nice it would be to have me around more often.
Tomorrow, The Talk.
“Really. We’ve missed the reservation, but we can grab dinner before we meet them. The bar here is nice. I’ll call them and see if they’ll meet us.”
I hopped off the bed. “Shoot, I should have taken my dress out of my bag and hung it up.” Lifting my suitcase onto the bench at the foot of the bed, I unzipped it and took out my favorite LBD.
“You were too busy bossing me around.” Lucas sat up, his eyes popping. “Is that a dress or a nightgown?”
I smiled. “A dress.” It was nothing fancy, but it traveled well and hugged my curves like hot caramel coated an apple.
“Jesus. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Good.” I hope Jessica notices. I hope she watches you fawning all over me and realizes that She. Can’t. Have. You. Ever. Again. Grabbing a hanger from the closet, I hung the dress in the bathroom, hoping the steam from a shower might release some of the wrinkles. As I walked back into the bedroom, I noticed Lucas’s tie on the floor near the door. I scooped it up and tossed it at him. “Lose something?”
“Oh yeah. That.” He looped it around his neck, watching me slip off my socks and remove my bra and panties. “Mmm. You sure you want to go out?”
I grinned ruefully. “Yes. Just give me half an hour, OK?” From my suitcase I pulled my makeup bag, hairbrush, and high heels. They were bright red with a platform sole, four-inch heel, and a bow on the side—totally impractical for a snowy February in New York, but I was tired of being practical all the time.
“OK. But I’m warning you. Half an hour is all I need to recover, and when I see you in that dress and those shoes…” He shrugged. “No promises. In fact,” he went on, slipping one hand into his pants, “I might need less time than that.”
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