I’m well enough for, thank you. I’m always saying the same damn thing.”
Oh, there was challenge in it. Defiance. The need to be heard.
Fuck, my heart was beating to the same tune. Fuck, I’d spent years wanting my voice to count for something.
I heard her plenty loud and clear.
And I sure as fuck didn’t need telling twice.
Chapter Fifteen
Anna
It was beautiful madness and I needed every bit of it.
He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t wrapping me up in cotton wool and telling me just how careful I should be with every little thing.
He was rough.
Fierce.
Craving for more of me just as I was craving for him.
And he was absolutely fucking incredible.
He bit and sucked at my tits until I squealed and shuddered, his fingers teasing my clit just right through my knickers. I was a mess on that kitchen counter, hands crushing mushrooms as I gripped for balance, and just as I thought I was gaining it, he had me rippling a whole lot harder.
My body was out of my control all over again, but it was a whole other dance and a whole other tune. He didn’t pull my knickers down as he kissed his way down my stomach, his breath met wet lace and had me begging.
He delivered.
Tongue and teeth and rhythm. Grunts and shunts and heaven.
He was heaven.
His hands were brutal as he spread my thighs as far as they would go. My shoulders were back against the wall, fingers seeking out his scalp to hold him tight.
And then the dogs started barking at the back door. I felt his smile against my pussy and I couldn’t stop the giggle.
“Hold that thought,” he said, and I nodded, taking back hold of the counter as he pulled away.
“I don’t think I could lose that thought if I tried.”
The dogs were a flash of fur as they bounded on in, and Lucas was a picture, half naked and grinning like a beacon as he guided them into the room to the side.
“Where were we?” he asked as he presented himself back between my legs, but I didn’t want this. I didn’t want teetering on the edge while he was out of my grip. I wanted all of him. Every inch of him on every inch of me.
My eyes swallowed his up as I dropped from the counter and took his face in my hands. His mouth was so close to mine as he spoke.
“I guess you aren’t holding out for mushrooms,” he said, and that sparkle in his gaze set me on fire.
I dropped to my knees and he cushioned my fall, pulling me close. I tasted myself on his lips and kissed him harder. Deeper. But it wasn’t enough.
Our fingers had lives of their own, seeking out spit and skin and deeper, deeper, deeper. I sucked his thumb, his mouth still open on mine, and he grunted for more.
My fingers were twisted in his beard, claiming hold as he lowered us both flat to the floor. The wood was hard against my back, and harder still as he dropped his weight on top of me. My thighs wrapped around his waist and he freed his cock from his pants, and then he was inside me.
I bit his shoulder as he thrusted, and he slammed harder as he groaned, and the lace of my knickers was stretched so tight to the side of my pussy that it cut into my skin.
“I’ve been thinking about you all fucking week,” he hissed.
“I’ve been doing everything I could not to think about you all fucking week,” I hissed right back.
“Give it up,” he said, and fucked me deep.
Holy crap, I gave it up. My whole mind was on him, thoughts spinning wild as he drove me to a whole other round of exhaustion.
He pushed my legs up high and slammed his hips so hard it made me curse, and then he had it. Oh fuck, he had it.
“There!” I squealed. “Don’t stop, Lucas. Don’t fucking stop!”
He didn’t stop. It was a frenzy of an explosion, my back arching off the floor so far he caught my ass in his hands on the buck. He forced me back all the harder and I cried out with the need, my shoulders taking the brunt of the strain.
Not once did he hold back or ask me how I was feeling. Not once did he look at me like some kind of weak little china doll who needed putting to bed.
“Fucking take it,” he snarled.
“I’ll