curve of his shoulder. “I want it all. Everything.”
Lucian grunted. “Good answer.”
Our mouths met, the kiss urgent and all-encompassing. I felt it in my thighs, along the small of my back, in the throb between my legs. He kissed me like he meant it. Like it was all he’d ever wanted. And I kissed him back, loving the feel and taste of him. Loving that he was mine to kiss.
“I need you, Em.” His fingers grasped my waist, clinging, his mouth molding to mine. “I need you.”
With a deft move, he lifted my shirt up and off—my skirt followed—then captured my lips again as we stumbled toward the bed. Lucian sat on the edge of it with a grunt, his big hands grasping my hips to pull me between his thighs.
Lucian’s gaze flared with heat as it slid to my bare breasts. Slowly, he trailed his fingers upward, his voice dropping low and rough. “It’s probably wrong that I dream of these.”
I huffed out a laugh, but it cut short as he leaned in and lightly kissed the tip of my nipple. My hands went into his hair, holding him there as he kissed me again and again, his mouth opening a little to barely suck. It was the worst sort of tease. The best.
Warm breath ghosted along my skin. “I dream of you every night, Em. Fevered dreams of wanting you.” His big hand cupped my breast, plumping it up so he could lick it at his leisure.
My head went light, desire curling in wisps of heat through my belly. He kept me there, licking and sucking, tormenting my aching nipples. Each draw of his mouth tugged on something deep within my sex, made it throb, made my insides clench sweetly.
Slowly, his hands coasted down to my hips, tracing my panties before he tugged them down. He looked up at me, even as his hand eased between my thighs. Ice-green eyes burned bright. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” The calloused tips of his fingers slid along my swollen, slick sex. “Now that I have you, I don’t know where to start.”
My lids fluttered, hands clutching at his shoulders as he rubbed back and forth. “Right there works for me.”
His smile was sin and promise. “You like that, honey?”
“Yes.”
He toyed with the entrance to my sex, pausing there to push just enough for me to feel it, to want it. “How about here?”
“There is . . .” My breath caught. He pushed in, long strong fingers filling me.
“Is what?” he murmured darkly, those talented fingers slowly fucking me, as though he had all the time in the world. The blunt end of his thumb found my puffy clit and circled it.
I whimpered again, falling against him, my arms wrapping around his neck. “So fucking good.”
He made a noise, possessive and greedy, his mouth finding my nipple, his long fingers pushing up into me. “God, you’re perfect. So perfect for me.”
The slight curl of his fingers hit a spot, and that was it. I came in waves, shaking with it, heat swamping me. His eyes held mine as he coaxed me along, drawing my pleasure out.
With a groan that sounded almost pained, Lucian slid to the floor, his wide shoulders edging between my legs. He palmed my thighs in his big hands to hold me steady. And then, with an impatient grunt, he leaned in and kissed my throbbing clit. Kissed it like he kissed my mouth, greedy and deep, licking and sucking, nibbling with firm lips.
I cried out again, my knees so weak he had to hold me up. He ate me like dessert, lapping at my slit before thrusting his tongue inside me.
I couldn’t take it. It was too much. I came again, writhing against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he said between frantic kisses. “That’s it, Em. Work that sweet pussy on my mouth.”
Oh, hell.
I crumpled, dislodging myself before falling onto his lap. I cupped the thick column of his nape and kissed him, drawing in his breath as he groaned and devoured me.
Lucian stood, taking me with him. We tumbled back onto the bed, and I wiggled to the side, my hands fumbling with his jeans, trying to draw them down. The hot length of his cock fell into my palm, and I held him firm, stroking the way I knew he liked.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked. “Let me . . .”
His hands tangled with mine, and we worked to get his jeans off. Once