18. Brooke
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brOOKE
He grabs my shirt and tears it like wet tissue. It falls away from me. Then he cups my hand and leans in to kiss me.
“We can’t do it on the couch,” I protest. The couch just tried to kill me.”
Lucas smirks at me. “Sure, it did.”
I leap to my feet. “Race you to the bedroom!”
I don’t think I’ve ever run faster. He’s right behind me. I make it through the bedroom door first and spin around, laughing in triumph as I shed the shreds of my shirt.
“Slowpoke!”
“I let you go first so I could check out your ass. So, actually, I win.”
He pulls me up against him.
“Do you have to win everything?” I demand, as his arms circle my waist. I wriggle out of my bra.
“Absolutely. Tonight I aim to win the person-who-gives-the-most-orgasms contest.”
“Well, that one I can get behind.”
We lose the rest of our clothes in microseconds.
He bends down to nuzzle my neck and leaves a trail of feathery kisses down to my shoulder. He nips the sensitive flesh of my shoulder and then lowers me to the bed.
As he settles on top of me, he trails a finger down the side of my face. I stare up at him.
“Like what you see?” He grins roguishly.
“Who doesn’t? Your soul may be dark and hideous, but your face is a masterpiece.” I reach up and touch his lips, with their cupid’s bow curve. “Is this going to make things weird between us when we get back home?”
“We won’t let it get weird. I’ll figure it out. I am the master of figuring things out.”
He kisses my neck again, this time moving down, his soft lips leaving a trail of fiery sensation. Then he moves on to my breasts.
I gasp as he suckles the stiff, erect pink peak of my left breast while he cups my right breast in his hand, running his thumb over it.
“God, I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long.” He teases my nipple with his tongue, torturing me, and I squirm and moan underneath him.
“You have?”
“Of course I have. You have no idea how many of my wet dreams you’ve starred in.” He pauses and looks me in the eye, his brow furrowing. “Please tell me it wasn’t one-sided so I don’t feel like a total pervert.”
“Of course it wasn’t. I used to dream about you bending me over my desk and doing very unprofessional things to me. I mean, when I wasn’t dreaming about stapling certain body parts to your thigh.”
He grins fiercely. “I also had the desk fantasy.” He seizes my nipple in his mouth and suckles it, and I let out a whimper.
“I want you inside me.”
“I know.” He resumes his attention to my breasts, squeezing, teasing, nibbling. I tangle my fingers in his hair and arch my hips in frustration. I feel empty inside with the need for him, aching for it.
He moves up again, lying on top of me, and the weight of him traps me in the best way possible. I don’t want to be anywhere but here. He’s gazing down at me with such tenderness—such love—stroking my hair gently from my face.
He reaches down with one hand and parts my thighs, and I let out a low moan.
He moves so the head of his cock is pressed up against my slick, wet entrance.
“Now?” he murmurs.
“Five minutes ago!” I move my hips so he slides in just a little. He draws his hips back and enters me with a mighty thrust, shaking the bed.
Then he grabs my wrists and pins my hands over my head. I’m more trapped than ever, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
He pumps into me in a slow, steady rhythm, staring straight into my eyes. I am mesmerized, held prisoner by his gaze. I can see everything there, longing and hunger and tenderness, and a slow heat builds up in my loins until I finally break.
The explosion sweeps over me and shatters me. My inner sheath squeezes him and he cries out—a harsh, guttural sound. His body shudders in answer as he floods me with his hot seed.
When the aftershocks finally quiet, we collapse and lie side by side, wordless, soaked with sweat. His arms wrap around me, and I press my face into his shoulder.
Never let me go, I think, but I can’t say the words out loud for fear that I’ll shatter the magic spell.