“We know.” Luc kissed her shoulder, then stood, shucked his pants, and rounded the pair of them on the floor. Settling on the edge of the bed in front of her, he eased the auburn curls away from her rosy-cheeked face. Her dilated hazel eyes settled right on his cock.
Cupping her nape in his hands, he urged her forward. “Suck me.” Thankfully, she didn’t have to be told twice. She lunged forward and damn near swallowed him whole. Luc sucked in a sharp breath. The rush of sensation sizzled up his cock, darting down his legs, shooting thick desire all through his body. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him nearly to the back of her throat, her eager tongue sliding over every sensitive spot he had and discovering a few he hadn’t known about. She didn’t bring teeth, as if she somehow knew that was Deke’s thing and not his.
Instead, she gripped his thighs and set a monster-fast pace that ensured he wasn’t going to last long. But given the way she was moaning around his c**k and the sounds of Deke devouring her pu**y, neither was she.
Kimber laved Luc, loved him, her mouth enveloping him like heaven, her tongue providing a constant caress that urged him on and up. Desire swelled inside him, grew faster than he could assimilate. Breathing short-circuited. He fisted his hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Luc wanted to savor each slick flare of sensation, every searing tingle. Watching her with Deke, then feeling the silken suction of her mouth for himself, knowing this was the first time he would come with the woman who could complete him and Deke…
Ecstasy burned in his gut and clawed up his cock, overwhelming and undeniable.
Luc tried to stave it off—reciting recipes in his head, thinking about the master chef he’d hated in culinary school—but only the shimmering heat of his skyrocketing need came through. The background music of Kimber wailing with building pleasure told him she was about to orgasm in a big way.
Luc just couldn’t hold the pleasure in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls drew up. Oh, God. The heat was burning him, inch by inch up his cock, taking liquid fire with it. Then he erupted on a shout, long and agonizing and gritty. And all the while, Kimber’s mouth worked on him, her frantic, uneven sucking drawing every ounce of pleasure out of him.
Drawing in a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth and found her gaze, unfocused, frenetic need tightening her face. Her body was taut, like a bowstring.
Her heart beat wildly at the base of her neck. He reached around her and pumped the vibe in and out of her ass once, twice.
“Come, sweetheart. For us.”
She didn’t need another word of urging. Hugging his thighs, she clung and mewled out her pleasure, body thrashing, convulsing with every ripple of pleasure dominating her. Her cry echoed, and under her, he could hear the faint whispers of Deke praising her reaction, her flavor.
As she came down, Luc extracted the vibe slowly. Kimber moaned and crumpled to the ground at Deke’s side. She looked at him, eyes soft with something so womanly and profound. He couldn’t place it, but the impact of that expression hit him square in the chest. Then she turned that expression on Deke. It amplified, until it was like a sound, a call, a plea.
Then she burst into tears.
Deke tensed.
“Oh. Oh my— What…? I can’t…” Kimber drew in a huge, heaving sob.
Luc dropped to his knees next to her. “Sweetheart?” She laid a comforting hand on his arm, but she opened hazel eyes drenched with tears, still ripe with a woman’s knowledge. That gaze clung to Deke as she reached out to him, too.
“You make me f—feel. It’s… I’ve never felt more turned inside out or more alive than when I’m with you.”
Luc rejoiced. Kimber knew this was right, too. She felt it, somewhere deep down.
He smiled and reached for her. But one glance at Deke had Luc’s stomach plummeting to his toes. His cousin looked both elated and sick. He had a tight rein on some emotion, not fury, but something damn close.
“No emotion,” Deke growled at her, as he rose to his feet and grabbed his clothes.
“Just sex. Nothing but sex, damn you.”
Then he stalked to the door and slammed it, the finality of the sound echoing all throughout the room.
CHAPTER 6
“I want to talk to you,” Kimber said the following morning as she seated herself at the kitchen table where Deke sat nursing his coffee.
She looked good in red cotton shorts and a tank top. Her glower, however, wasn’t as appealing.
“Luc is asleep,” she went on, “so he can’t get the ‘wrong idea.’ But I have to say this.”
Deke tensed. She had confrontation on her mind, pure and simple. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Okay, then listen.”
When even the sound of her voice gave him a hard-on, that wasn’t good. But this morning, he heard a trembling quality to her words. Not a surprise, since he’d been an utter bastard to her yesterday morning and again last night.
But it was either keep distance between them or f**k her. Claim her. He knew she wanted him at arm’s length—not between her thighs. Smart girl. He’d just f**k up her life.