One Night Stand-In (Boyfriend Material #3) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,58

am.

On the bench in Lucas’s shower.

Ready, so damn ready for him.

Judging from his feral look and the steel of his cock, he’s ready too. He stares between my legs as he grips his shaft, stroking.

But he’s not interested in playing with himself.

I’m his plaything, and in seconds he’s on his knees, the water drumming his back, his hands sliding up my thighs.

“You smell so fucking sexy,” he groans, kissing my thigh, moving closer to my center.

I tremble at the feel of him. I can’t even joke about llamas or noses, can’t toss back a saucy remark. I’m too turned on. I’m buzzing, intoxicated with lust.

And then I’m lost.

Absolutely lost to his touch when he kisses me where I want him most.

Kisses.

Licks.

Sucks.

Just like he promised.

He’s intense and hungry as he devours me, making the sexiest sounds, animalistic murmurs, as he goes down on me.

My hands shoot to his wet hair, my fingers curling around his head as desire spins through my body, making my toes curl too.

“Yes, oh God, yes. So good.” I urge him on, but he needs no encouragement.

He’s a man on a mission, and the mission is me. Eating me, tasting me, pleasing me.

He goes down on me like he does everything. Passionately.

The shower rains, steam rises, and pleasure builds in me. I grip him harder, lean my head back, let the feelings wash over me.

With my eyes closed, I give in to everything. To him. To tonight. To sex. To us.

“Lucas,” I moan, loving the way his name sounds on my tongue. Loving everything about how my body sizzles from his touch.

How sparks spread through me.

How my belly tightens as the ache intensifies.

“It’s so good. God, I want to come on you,” I whisper as he flicks his tongue in the most delicious rhythm.

He barely breaks contact, stopping only to rasp, “Then come on me. Come on me any fucking time.”

He resumes his pace, drawing my clit between his lips and sucking. My thighs start to shake, and my release hovers on the horizon.

I part my legs wider, needing more, wanting to give myself over to him, to this moment, to this dangerous new land we’ve traveled to.

Pleasure.

Lust.

Connection.

But it’s so much more.

It’s everything I felt for him once upon a time.

And knowing that does something . . .

Tips me over.

Sends me soaring.

And like that, I’m falling apart for him, as white-hot pleasure races through my body. I come like it’s the only thing I want to do in the world.

I’m not at all quiet, but I don’t want to be.

I’m outrageously loud.

I want to feel everything.

Experience everything.

I moan his name one last time, loving the taste of every sound on my lips.

A minute later, I blink open my eyes and find Lucas kissing my legs, my belly, my breasts. Then he stands, steps out of the shower, and opens a drawer in the vanity.

When he returns, he holds a foil packet in one hand, asking a question without words.

“Yes,” I say, desperate, so desperate for more of him.

“Good. Because I fucking need you right now, Lo,” he says, his voice bare, his eyes honest. He opens the condom and sheaths himself.

I rise, still tingling all over, still high from that orgasm.

He moves me against the tiled wall, hikes up my leg, and hooks my ankle around his hip.

Sinking into me, he groans, a deep carnal sound. One I want to hear him make over and over.

For me.

With me.

Because of me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls into my ear, swiveling his hips and bringing me closer, like he’s luxuriating in this unexpected intimacy.

“So do you,” I whisper.

There’s more I want to say.

As he moves in me, filling me, fucking me, I want to tell him everything I’ve learned today. Everything the last twenty-four hours made clear.

That he is the one who got away.

He’s the man I connect with.

He’s the person I was falling in love with so many years ago.

And right now, he’s that same man again.

But I don’t know how to say those things without them going terribly awry.

I don’t know how to give voice to feelings so deep without losing what I’ve only now found again.

So, I focus on the present as we move together under the water.

As he fucks me hard against the tiles. As he grips my ass, driving deep into me.

It’s all so intense.

I close my eyes, needing the feelings to take over, needing the physical to blur the beating of my heart.

Sensations wash over me, spiraling to each corner of my