Chapter 17
Oh!
One second Lucas was staring at me like I’ve just plunged a knife into his heart. The next he was kissing me like I’m the antidote to that fatal wound.
A rumble shakes his chest and he drives his tongue deeper.
The power snapping around us feels deadly and wild.
Something I’m not equipped to handle.
Beast Mode, indeed.
Lucas murmurs against my mouth, “Fuck, you taste good.”
He fists my hair, angles my head to just the right position, and gives me the deepest, wettest, hottest kiss of my life.
And then he sends me to outer space when he growls down my throat.
Whoa!
My toes curl, my heart runs in circles.
My breasts have gotten so heavy I can barely hold myself up.
His arm cinches tighter around my waist, and he gives an appreciative moan.
We fit. My soft places to his rough edges. He’s hard and cut, and the size of a mountain. Tall enough not to mind that I’m tall. Strong enough to…
Well, break me.
A shiver of fear and excitement races through me.
When he pulls back, his eyes are pure fire. Darker brown than I’ve ever seen them. And those babies are locked on my lips.
My pussy clenches. A wave of heat pulses from my nipples to my clit. The marrow in my bones feels like golden lava.
I prod him for an answer, my voice husky. “Where are you taking me, Lucas?”
He flips me under him so fast my head spins. As he moves above me, he makes an animalistic sound. “I should walk out that door and save us both?—”
But he doesn’t walk out the door.
No, he goes all in. His mouth crashes into mine again as his delicious weight settles against my pelvis. I spread my legs wider so there’s room for his big frame to fit.
I’m not a virgin. I’m not exactly a woman of wordly skill either. But there is no doubt that I’ve grabbed the tiger by the tail.
I have no clue what to do with him now.
Fool.
My nerves flutter, and I get a weird feeling in my belly. An alarm bell starts to sound loudly inside my head.
Beast is the kind of man that’s going to expect a woman to know what to do?—
My hands suddenly feel clammy, and my heart rate speeds from overdrive to breakneck.
His body goes stiff above me. He braces his elbows on either side of my head. His thumb brushes gently over my temple. “Do you want to stop?”
I realize that his heart is pounding against mine where our chests are pressed together and that makes my decision easier.
“No!”
“Babe, if your pulse goes any faster, you’re going to rocket into space.”
“I just had some thoughts that made me get a little anxious.”
He looks down at me with warmth in his eyes before he leans in and brushes his nose along my cheek. “Are you sure you’re not afraid of me?”
“I’m not.”
It’s the truth.
“What, then?” he whispers roughly against my ear.
“I’m just nervous. I’ve never been with a man like you.”
He levers up so he’s on one elbow and he cups my cheek with his free hand. We’re still fused together from our belly buttons down. All the teasing and heat is gone from his expression and now he looks very concerned. “What’s that mean?”
“It means…” I swallow. My throat rivals Death Valley right now. “I’m just not very… fancy in bed.”
He looks at me for a beat, then his worried scowl turns soft. His eyes get this light in them I’ve never seen, turning them to a warm, chestnut brown. Then he smiles.
My heart kicks.
His smile isn’t a big cocky smile. This is a small pleased one. “I don’t want fancy. I want you. Just like you are. Real. No pretense.”
I take in his rugged face. His beefy shoulders. The scars that mar him here and there.
There’s nothing fancy about this man. And I love that too.
“That’s good, because I want you just like you are.”
He traces the curl of my ear with his fingertip, letting his gaze follow the motion. “Not a fancy bone in my body.” He slides his gaze back to mine and looks at me with a blazing force that makes my lips part.
His hand slides into my hair, gently grazing his long fingers against my scalp. “But I can fuck you till you scream your orgasm and do it again right after.”
This time, my heart does a somersault. That’s not all that goes wild inside of me. I may never think right again.
I press my lips flat to hide my reaction, but I know my eyes are far too wide.
He throws his head back. The laugh he lets out is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. After he’s finished, he smiles down at me, then sweeps my lips with his. It’s a slow brush, full of restraint.
He kisses my cheek, then my neck.
Every touch makes me shiver.
“Can you lay back and relax? Because that’s all I need you to do.”
“I… yes?”
He chuckles as his finger traces along my collarbone. With the slightest pressure, he slides his hand down the center of my chest, and dips under the hem of my shirt.
I’m breathless. A wave of tiny fireworks goes off under my skin everywhere he touches.
The sensation makes me wiggle uncontrollably.
His gaze comes back to mine. “Babe…”
Electricity crackles between us so wildly, I wonder if the whole damned cabina is glowing like a beacon in the night.
“You want this?” he asks in a husky, low tone.
“There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t… but I do.”
His hand spreads across my stomach, the heat of his palm against my bare skin beneath my shirt. “You talk a lot, sometimes.”
He’s teasing. The tone he just used is one I’ve never heard.
“You don’t talk enough, sometimes.”
“Fair enough. Yin and Yang.” As he shifts and grinds his hips against me, he licks his lips. “Soft and hard.”
A breathy chuckle vibrates in my throat.
When he lowers his mouth to my ear, he hotly whispers, “Right now all you need to do is let me in. I’m going to fuck you mindless, beautiful.”
An embarrassing reply bursts out of me. “Oh my god. Okay.”
I close my eyes and burn with horror. Why can’t I control anything about myself tonight?
“Look at me.”
How can I not obey that husky demand? I peel an eye open.
“Both eyes,” he commands. “I want you to watch me as I see you for the first time.”
Gulp.
His hands wrap around my upper arms, and he hauls himself up and takes me with him. My brain feels like a whirly-gig in a gust of wind.
We’re now sitting on the narrow mattress facing each other. My heart is still racing, my toes are now tingling too.
He growls deep in his chest, rips my shirt over my head, and throws it down on the floor like he’s furious at it for covering me.
His gaze locks on my breasts. “Now that’s better.”
I have on the least sexy bra in the world.
But that’s too impossible to think about because his irises are molten chocolate. His lids are low and tight. And he utters a single word.
“Perfection.”
My entire body flushes with heat from head to toe. I suck in a breath. It feels like I’m inhaling fire.
He flicks my bra open before I know what’s happening and that molten gaze turns wild.
He bites his lip and slowly shakes his head from side-to-side. “Look at those beautiful fucking nipples.”
A moan fills the room. I’m afraid it’s coming from me.
Although, I’m pretty sure I’ve never made a sound like that. I can never remember being so turned on.
And I know without a doubt that I’ve never thought of my nipples as pretty before, but with him looking at me like I’m something to be devoured, I feel damned hot.
A wicked grin tucks the corners of his sexy mouth in. “Looking at you makes me crazy… I could hammer nails with my cock right now.”
Beast proceeds to glide one of his rough palms over one nipple, then the other. He makes a husky sound of approval.
My mouth falls open. I fight to control my breathing.
As his hand drags across my skin, it suddenly occurs to me that I’ve been sweating all day. Not just sweating, I’ve been stress-sweating, and losing water by the buckets. My skin is coarse with my own salt. I feel grimy. I probably reek?—
“Beast…maybe I should?—”
I lose my words when he rises up over me, all of that powerful body hovers above me. He drives his fingers into my hair and tugs my head back in a fast move. His mouth is on my neck a second later. I’m suspended by his massive arm around my mid-back.
It’s a possessive, dominant move.
My core throbs and pulses.
Whoa. I’ve never felt that sensation before.
He inhales as he tastes my skin. “God, you smell good. I’ve had your scent in my nose all day.”
Oooookay.
As he leans closer to me, I suck in little breaths. He’s been sweating too, but all I can smell is his masculinity mixed with clean sweat. It makes lust roar through me until I’m levitating, floating on a soft cloud of pleasure.
When he bites my neck, I squeal.
My god, that feels good.
I gather that he likes to bite. Who knew I’d be so down with that?
He chuckles darkly. “That makes me want to bite you again. I love hearing you let go.”
Let go? Does he mean to die from pleasure?
I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do anything but let myself go, even if it’s right to the grave.
He leans over me and murmurs, “You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
For real.
I might die.
With one hand locked in my hair, my neck arched back, my nipples pointing up in the air, I feel incredibly vulnerable and sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Fuck,” he rumbles, and then he kisses me with a ferocity that makes my vision waver behind my closed lids. My fingers bite into his arms as I shift my legs on the bed.
The man devours me as if he’s got one mission—to destroy the memory of any kiss before this one. His secret weapon is his tongue. Or maybe it’s his hands. Or maybe it’s the heat of his lips and the scruff of his beard.
The combined effect is devastation.
Driving his tongue into my mouth, over and over, he coaxes wild moans from me. Tilting me this way and that until he’s tasted every corner of me.
I’m drunk on the taste of him when Beast lowers me to the bed and runs his hands all over my upper body. His massive hands frame my ribs and glide gently over my stomach. He circles my belly button with his thumb as he licks his lips.
He gazes at my breasts for a long time with incendiary intensity. Wraps his hand around my neck. Molds my arms from wrist to shoulder beneath his touch. His thumb circles the place where he bit my wrist earlier, and a heartbeat forms there.
I lie beneath him and wonder about all the contrasts that make up this man. A warrior with hands made for sin.
He touches me, explores me, memorizes me until I’m vibrating with need.
I reach for his hand and curl my finger around the broad width of his palm.
“I’m dying from your touch.” It’s a broken whispered confession.
“Camile…” His expression is fierce. Like he’s trying to control something dark and unruly inside of himself. “I knew it would be like this,” he murmurs.
Something rises in his gaze, and he exhales roughly. He traces both my nipples with his index fingers, then pinches them simultaneously.
I jolt as pleasure scorches a path to my pussy.
“You like that, babe?”
“God. Yes. Your hands…”
He pinches harder.
I arch into his demanding touch and breathe his name. “Beast…”
“Lucas,” he corrects.
I whisper his real name.
He dives on me then, his mouth colliding with my breast, his teeth replacing the pressure of his fingers against the tight areola.
Yes.
I nearly peel out of my skin.
As I try to grind my pelvis against him, my hands find his silky, lush hair, and I score his scalp with my fingertips.
He gives me the edge of his teeth in a bite.
“I’m going to be seriously mad if you stop.” I twist and moan, as a lightning storm of pleasure curls through me, all the way down to my toes.
He echoes my moan with a deep rumble so deep that the bed vibrates.
My clit throbs in response. The deepest part of me grows so thirsty I’m about to beg for his cock.
I need him.
A flood of wet warmth pulses out of me and soaks my panties.
“Fuck, I smell your arousal,” he mutters against my electrified nipple. His shoulders tighten and the muscles in his stomach tremble.
Beast…Lucas…apparently not only has super-human hearing. But he’s got the nose of a hungry wolf if he can smell me through my shorts and panties.
His hand goes to the waist of my cargo shorts and jerks them open.
I puzzle that handy talent for a second, but all thought vanishes a second later when two thick, rough fingers shove into my pussy.
Every cell in my body jolts. A sound comes out of my throat. Half scream. Half plea.
His gaze whips to my face. “Oh, sexy girl. You’re so damned wet for me. And those sounds… they make me insane.”
“Crazy.” My head rolls, I’m delirious already, as I clutch his shoulders with shaking hands.
He spreads me open, pushing deep with his fingers and a razor’s edge of pain and pleasure makes my breath stutter. There’s nothing soft or gentle about the way he’s working me to a frenzy.
This man is commanding my release.
God.
My neck arches. It’s coming?—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
What was that?
“Fuck, someone’s at the door.” With his lips snarled, Lucas hisses and glares at the door hard enough to scare the paint off the thing.
When another knock comes, he thunders, “Give me a goddamn minute!”
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and raggedly whisper, “Oh n-no, Lucas. I’m already too far gone.”
I clench my pussy, but it’s happening. My toes curl painfully.
God. I can’t stop it. It’s a landslide. Building and building and nothing will break the fall.
He puts his mouth next to my ear and demands my release in a hot, gravelly voice. “Give me your sweet cum, Camile. Right fucking now.”
Stop the bus!
I had no idea I liked dirty talk. But I do, and I’m riding a wave that I lost control of a long time ago.
His fingers push deeper, stroke harder.
Something warm and bright rushes through me. A flash of golden light that loosens my muscles and turns my legs to vapor.
I suck in a sharp breath and a sound builds in my throat. My neck is thrown back, my body is spasming like I’m a downed electrical wire, and all I can do is pray that whoever is outside that door is deaf.
This orgasm is going to destroy me.
Beast leans over me so he fills my vision. His eyes are wild and hungry.
His mouth is tight with a pleased curve. His voice is growly and low. “That’s it. Next time you come on my cock.”
Tears pool in the corners of my lashes. It’s coming.
Now. Now. Now.
A tornado of sensation rips through me. It’s acute and painful and more pleasurable than anything I’ve ever felt.
Beast crashes his mouth into mine. A keening cry tears out of me, and he takes it down his throat.
What was that?
I must lose consciousness or black out or something because he’s framing my face with both hands when I open my eyes.
I can smell my own arousal on his fingers.
His tone is sexy but full of his frustration about being interrupted. “I have to take care of that.”
I try to nod or get my tongue to work, but only manage to lick my bruised lower lip.
Something’s wrong with the wiring in my body. Nothing else is working.
He kisses my forehead. Inhales deeply and confesses, “I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
When he stands to his full towering height, he adjusts his cock in his cargo pants. A devilish smile curls my lips. I love knowing I made him so hard.
He growls and shakes his head playfully at me. “Little devil.”
After he tugs the blanket from the foot of the bed over me, Lucas grabs the weapon he’d left on the table, puts it back in his waist holster, and crosses the cabina to the door.
When he disappears into the night, I mentally smack my hand to my forehead.
What have I done?