With one hand, he threaded his fingers into her hair, angled her mouth under his, and sank into her. Deep. Like he didn’t care if he came up for air anytime this century.
What the hell?
Alyssa curled her arms around Luc’s neck and wriggled on his lap. Clearly, she hit something sensitive because Luc growled, lifted her until she straddled him, then ground her against his cock.
As she threw back her head, a cascade of pale blonde hair landed in Deke’s lap.
Luc’s mouth descended, closing around one of her ni**les. He wasn’t teasing.
There was no toying in this touch. It was all fierce intent.
“Luc! Yes!”
His cousin’s response? He merely transferred his attention to her other breast, curled a passionate fist into her hair, and grabbed as if he planned to bend her to his will.
“Are these ni**les hard for me?” Luc demanded. He stared at her as if she was the only other person in the room. As if she was the only other person on the planet.
“Yes, they’re so hard for you,” she whispered as she rubbed them against his chest, then rotated her hips, wriggling on his c**k again. “I’m so wet for you, too.
Feel…”
Alyssa made a great show of untying the little bows at the sides of her hips. With a gyration and a wiggle, the little black panties drifted to the floor.
A light dusting of neatly shaped pale pubic hair made a landing strip across her mound. The rest, from what Deke could see, was bare.
Lust fired Luc’s dark eyes. His gazed fixed on her pu**y as he laid her down over his lap, until her head rested in Deke’s.
Alyssa’s gaze drifted up, hazy but uncertain blue eyes meeting his. Aroused.
Totally. Luc had done that to her. Both of them had forgotten he was here, and now she silently asked Deke if he was going to jump into the party.
She was damn sexy and was willingly offering her pu**y.
Hell, yes! But he reached out and couldn’t make himself touch her.
His hands dropped to his sides.
What the f**k was wrong with him? He’d wanted Alyssa. For years. A glance down her body told him she more than lived up to the hype. Dimensions like a centerfold, feline movements intriguing to watch.
And he didn’t feel much of anything. Deke met her gaze and shook his head. No.
As desirable as she was, he wasn’t interested anymore. Physically, he was aroused.
Of course. Watching Luc devour her and her loving every minute of it was hot.
But it was auburn hair he wanted to plant his fists in. It was pale, virgin skin he wanted to touch. It was hazel eyes he wanted to drown in as he sank into her body and claimed it.
Deke closed his eyes, wishing like hell he could block Kimber and the fact she was marrying McCall out of his head.
Impossible.
A sharp, feminine gasp caught Deke’s attention. Luc’s hands surrounded Alyssa’s mound, parting the folds of her pu**y, his thumb brushing across her clit in a light, irregular rhythm.
“You are wet,” he crooned in approval. “But not wet enough for what I’m going to do to you.”
“What’s that, big man?” Alyssa panted the question, baiting Luc. “What do you want? Maybe I won’t give it to you.”
Dark determination stomped across Luc’s dark face.