soon as she was done, she glared up at him, slammed the empty can on the floor and grabbed onto his legs, obviously deciding that her only chance of escape was to pull herself free from the dog currently sleeping on top of her.
“So, what exactly do you want?” she asked as she used his legs to pull herself free.
“To talk,” he said as he allowed his gaze to run down her back to that generous ass that he’d stupidly ignored for all these years.
Christ, he couldn’t wait to squeeze her ass as he slid inside her…
“Are you staring at my ass?” she asked after a slight pause.
“Yup,” he said, seeing absolutely no reason to lie about it.
“Well, stop!” she snapped, pausing in her escape attempt long enough to lightly slap his leg to make him stop doing what he was clearly put on this earth to do.
That ass deserved to be admired.
“Pathetic,” she mumbled as she returned to her escape, but unfortunately for her, sometime in the last thirty seconds or so, Mojo had woken up and readjusted his position so that his large body now pinned her knees down to the floor.
This really was not her day, he thought with a sigh as he allowed himself to enjoy the fact that Rebecca was draped over his legs. Definitely not a bad way to end the day, he thought as he reached down and plucked her out from beneath Mojo and settled her on his lap with a satisfied sigh.
So, when she opened her mouth to argue, he really had no choice but to lean down and kiss her before she could do something stupid like kick him out of her apartment.
Chapter 18
Shouldn’t she be having some moral dilemma about doing this, she wondered at the back of her mind as she adjust herself on his lap until she was straddling him and could wrap her arms around him as he kissed her in way that left her hungry for more. Never in a million years would she have pictured Lucifer, the straight-edged asshole, capable of being this passionate, but now that she knew, she couldn’t help but wonder how it was going to be like when she got him out of these clothes.
She moaned at the thought, because she was definitely going to have to find out. Even though she didn’t make a habit of jumping in bed with whatever guy that caught her eye or took her out, it also wasn’t something that she lost sleep over or had internal debates about. She was the kind of woman who liked to be turned on, lived by the moment and if a guy managed to make her lose her mind and made her feel like she would die if she had to go one more second to feel him sliding between her legs then she went for it.
She didn’t do regrets, overanalyze her choices or live in the past.
With that being said, she could still count the number of men that she’d slept with on one hand and she’d never slept with a guy that she hadn’t been dating for at least three months. She liked having an emotional connection with a guy before sleeping with him and she usually needed it in order to get this turned on.
Then again, she’d never actually been this turned on before, she thought with a smile as she lowered herself until she was sitting on the hard bulge hiding behind Lucifer’s zipper that told her that she wasn’t the only one on the verge of losing control. The groan that he released had her adjusting herself on his lap and moaning when the friction from the movement hit her in all the right places.
Even though she didn’t have many hang-ups about sex, she did have some rules, like never sleeping with your friend’s ex, her friends’ brothers, co-workers, or more importantly, her boss. But, since she was in the process of quitting this really didn’t count, she told herself as she ground down against that large bulge as Lucifer drove her out of her mind by gently sucking on her tongue as his hands found her ass.
He used his hold on her ass to help her move against him and God, was there really anything sexier than a man that was aggressive in bed? As she slid her hand beneath his shirt and caressed the muscles jumping beneath her touch, she couldn’t help but wonder if they should move this to