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She heard someone moaning with need and realized the sound was coming from her own throat. Her eyes shot back to Lucas’s face, and then they were kissing again, their mouths crushed together as he tried to get her jacket off and Kathryn tried to help him. With a cry of frustration, she broke their kiss and shrugged the jacket down her arms, letting it drop to the floor.
Lucas growled, fisting handfuls of her tight dress as he dragged it up over her hips until it was bunched around her waist. He yanked her against him, then swore softly.
“What the fuck were you thinking with these stupid leggings?” he muttered, shoving his hands down inside the waistband and pushing the tight pants down until he was cupping her nearly bare ass.
“I was thinking I didn’t want to fuck anyone,” she snarled right back at him, unbuckling the wide belt and stripping it from her waist.
Lucas laughed breathlessly. “Good thinking since you didn’t know I would be there.”
Kathryn’s response was lost as Lucas pulled the dress off over her head, then stepped back to eye her half-naked body. Kathryn blushed hotly, even though she knew she was in good shape. But the sweep of his gaze was like a caress, a brush of warm velvet over her skin, from the taut muscles of her stomach, to the swell of her breasts above the cups of her plain, white, cotton bra. And, oh God, why hadn’t she bought a new bra when she bought the dress?
“I didn’t plan on being ravished,” she pulled back to explain breathlessly. “It’s my work bra.”
“Because you didn’t know I would be there,” he murmured again. “But since you’re no longer working—” He pulled her close, grinding his erection against her, while he reached around and unhooked the clasp on her bra with a quick twist of his fingers. “—I think you should get rid of it,” he whispered, then laid a sweet trail of gentle kisses down her neck and over the delicate bone of her clavicle.
Kathryn felt the bra give way, felt the delicious release of her heavy breasts from the tight binding of the sturdy bra. She let go of Lucas long enough to slide the straps down her arms. Ever the neat one, she tried to catch it with one hand rather than let it fall to the floor, but Lucas grabbed it and tossed it away, his gaze burning as he eyed her naked breasts for the first time. They seemed to swell under the force of his blatant desire, her nipples tightening as tiny shocks of lust tingled from her breasts to her abdomen and lower, where her pussy was clenching eagerly, demanding that Kathryn give it what it wanted. And it wanted Lucas.
Lucas cupped her breasts reverently in his long fingers, his thumb playing with her sensitive nipples, strumming back and forth until Kathryn thought she’d climax before they ever made it to bed.
“Beautiful,” Lucas whispered, bending enough to take one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
Kathryn moaned. She didn’t want to be admired. She wanted to be fucked. She fisted both hands in his hair and tugged him away from her breasts and back to her mouth. She pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts against the wonderful hard planes of his chest, feeling the rasp of his chest hair against her nipples.
Lucas dropped both hands to her ass, swearing when he encountered the stupid leggings once more. “Fuck this,” he snarled and dropped to his knees, dragging the offending pants down her legs and over her bare feet . . . which put him exactly at eye level with her sex, which was covered in nothing but a black, silk thong.
Lucas leaned forward and kissed her through the thin fabric. “Is this your work thong, too?” he teased.
Kathryn tangled her fingers in his hair, gasping when he slid a single finger under the triangle of silk and into her already wet pussy. Her hips thrust toward him as if they had a will of their own, and Kathryn threw her head back in sheer wanton pleasure. She felt sexual in a way she never had before. Desired and beautiful, as if there were no more rules. Some part of her brain knew this wasn’t her. There were always rules. But the sight of the beautiful male on his knees before her overwhelmed everything except the hunger to have Lucas Donlon deep between her thighs as quickly and as often as possible.
She laughed with pure joy at the sensation.
Lucas surged to his feet, his fingers still buried inside her, pumping in and out, her wetness growing hot and slick, drenching his hand. He lowered his mouth to hers, and they kissed again, hungry, full of desire and need. It was an almost frantic kiss, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other, couldn’t meet fast enough.
“Bed,” Lucas gasped against her mouth. He started backing Kathryn toward the bedroom, stopping every other step as their kiss deepened, making them forget everything else. Finally he growled and lifted her against his body until his erection was nestled in the perfect V of her legs. Kathryn responded instinctively, wrapped her legs around his hips for balance and to get closer to the thing she wanted, his cock buried inside her.
Lucas kept walking, carrying her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing. Kathryn felt delicate and feminine and oh so sensuous.
He dropped one knee onto the bed, laying her down and stripping away the triangle of silken thong. It was soaking wet. Kathryn could feel the moisture as he dragged it down her leg, could smell her own arousal. She stretched on the bed, hands above her head, arching her back and lifting her breasts in offering.
Lucas’s eyes were fixed on her like a giant jungle cat’s, not moving at all, a predator sizing up his prey. Kathryn’s heart began to pound as some primitive part of her brain registered the danger and went into fight or flight mode. She pressed a hand against her chest, telling her stupid heart to calm down, because this was what she wanted, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She stroked her hand downward, scraping over a swollen nipple, smoothing over her flat belly and dipping between her legs.
Lucas’s predator’s gaze watched her hand every inch of the way, flaring with a gold light when she spread her legs and slid her finger between the swollen lips of her pussy.
“Take off your pants,” Kathryn ordered. He grinned viciously as his gaze shot up to her face.
Kathryn didn’t trust that grin, but she watched eagerly as Lucas stood away from the bed and stripped down to reveal nothing but luscious, naked male. He was commando beneath all that leather, and Kathryn wanted to cheer. His cock sprang forward, hard, long and thick. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it as he stalked toward her. She felt even more like a tasty gazelle frozen under the gaze of a big cat, about to be gobbled up.
Yum. She could hardly wait.
Lucas crawled onto the bed, covering her body and pushing her knees up and out, pressing her legs wide with his hips, as he began a teasing sort of thrust with his cock. She could feel the hard length of his shaft sliding in her wetness, pressing her plumped folds open until he was rubbing against the very place she most wanted him.
“I’m going to fuck you first, a cuisle,” he said, pressing his erection against her until her pussy began clenching in desperate need.
She almost shrieked in denial when he sat back suddenly, then groaned as he plunged two fingers into her vagina, pumping in and out while rubbing her clit until she was so wet, she could feel the moisture coating the inside of her thighs. Lucas licked his lips hungrily, his eyes half-lidded until they were twin slices of gold fire watching his fingers slide in and out of her dripping folds, his thumb circling her clit. Kathryn moaned, pinching her nipples and squeezing her thighs around his hips in a desperate bid to relieve the ache.
“We’ll make love after,” Lucas said in a low voice, as he licked his fingers, then stretched out above her. She was swamped with lust and had to concentrate to understand the words. “But first . . .”
He reached down and positioned his cock between her thighs. She could feel the firm tip barely nudging into her eager pussy and immediately lifted her hips, trying to force it deeper. Lucas chuckled, then flexed his perfect ass and slid into her with a slow, irresistible push. His shaft was long and thick, filling her more completely than any lover she’d had before, stretching her inner walls until every nerve was bare, singing with the velvet brush of his cock as he went deeper and deeper, until she felt the slap of his balls against her ass, the tap of his cock against her cervix.
Kathryn closed her eyes against an overwhelming wave of pleasure, the delicious sensation of his erection filling every inch of her. She gripped his ass and opened her eyes to find him watching her. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then they went wild.
Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues as Lucas began pumping furiously, fucking her fast and hard as Kathryn rose up to meet every stroke. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her nipples so sensitized that it was almost too much, streaks of desire racing from her breasts, over her belly and down between her legs, where they crashed against the exquisite pulse of her swollen clit, against the slide of Lucas’s thrusting cock, then raced back up again to torment her breasts in a never-ending cycle.
Lucas’s hands were beneath her hips, lifting her up, opening her even further to his invasion. His cock moved impossibly faster with every stroke, his hips pushing harder, as if he couldn’t fuck fast enough, hard enough, deep enough.
He tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face against her neck. His teeth closed gently over the taut tendon there, and Kathryn bit into his shoulder to swallow her scream. Lucas growled against her flushed skin, then stroked his tongue over the skin of her neck, a slow, deliberate gliding of wet heat.
“Tell me it’s okay, Kathryn,” he panted, his hips never stopping their motion. “Jesus, tell me I can taste you.”
Kathryn’s heart kicked in doubt, in fear. She could barely think, too overcome with desires she’d never felt before, with a raw lust she’d never known she was capable of. Her brain wanted to think about it, but the rest of her body knew what it ached for, what it wanted now. She hesitated for a breath, and then in a flash of insight, she decided. She’d known whom she was going to bed with, known what he was. And she wanted him. All of him.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”