Hot Winter Nights (Heartbreaker Bay #6)(38)

“No light.”

He paused for the slightest of beats but then carried on, kissing across her jaw to her neck and down, whispering inaudibles all soft and sexy-like. She couldn’t concentrate enough to soak in the actual words, but the erotic intent reached her just fine.

Then he moved further south, his quick, talented fingers tugging the dress off her shoulders, along with the straps of her bra. When he captured a bare nipple in his mouth, the heat alone bowed her back and had her crying out. She tried biting her tongue to keep the helpless and revealing desperate sounds to herself, but she couldn’t shut herself up. Not then, and not when he smoothly divested her of the rest of her clothes.

And then his.

And then he was sliding off the couch, kneeling on the floor, nudging her legs open with his big, warm, callused hands as he headed southbound again, nibbling his way down her belly. A minute later he unerringly found the homeland, and in a shockingly short amount of time, her hands were fisted helplessly in his hair as she hovered on the verge of release.

And forget being quiet. She’d lost the ability to temper herself the minute he’d put his mouth on her. He worked her over using lips and teeth, and when he added his tongue into the mix, she burst with a shudder and a gasp that she couldn’t have held back if she’d tried.

He made a sound of deep, male satisfaction while she continued to attempt to suck more air into her lungs, gently kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other before shifting away for a second. She heard the crinkle of a condom packet and then he was back, sliding deep inside her in one slow, controlled push.

She’d forgotten how incredible it felt to be filled and stretched and taken with such carefully controlled power. Long, slow strokes, nearly all the way out and then back in deep and hard. It was more than she could take, and yet she wanted even more, showing him so by digging her fingers into the tense, fluidly shifting muscles of his back.

Lucas caught her wrists and pulled them away, linking his fingers with hers above her head as he rose over her, lifting his weight a little to better control his thrusts.

And for the first time, she wished she’d allowed the light. She couldn’t see much, a few flashes of his warrior’s body as he moved in the ambient porch light that slashed in from the gap in her shades. The sheen of his skin and the flex of the sinew moving beneath it, all the way down his chest and correlated abs to where they were joined. She watched, helplessly fascinated as his body surged into hers again and again. Unable to tear her gaze off him, she soaked him in, the way his neck was corded, his head thrown back in pleasure.

And then he dipped his head and caught her staring.

“Molly.” That was all he said, just her name in a low, strained voice, his expression caught between rapture and affection, and it might have been that completely unexpected emotion to send her spiraling over the edge again.

With a groan, he shifted, lowering his weight to his elbows, one hand sliding beneath her, arching her up to take him deeper. Now his entire body caressed hers with each movement and yet another wave began to build. Panting, she slid her hands into his hair and whispered his name as she continued to tremble. She could feel his mouth at her throat, feel the shudders of his own body as he let go of all that delicious control and gave into the erotic sensations.

When she came back to herself, they were on the floor in front of the couch and he was cradling her into the warmth of his body, holding her close. Curled against him, she could feel his heart beating beneath her ear in tune with hers.

She let out one last shaky breath and lay there quietly, unable to talk. Hell, she could hardly think. Had they really just completely taken each other apart?

“Pretty much,” he said in a rough voice, making her realize that she’d spoken out loud.

Oh boy.

He had one hand tangled in her hair and the other low on her bare ass holding her snugged up against him. They were both overheated and damp with sweat and yet she couldn’t muster up anything but bliss.

His big palm slid off her butt and down the back of her leg. “You okay?”

Was she? She took quick stock. They were on her floor, which she couldn’t remember if she’d vacuumed this week. Still, she’d never been more comfortable—or sated—in her entire life. She didn’t even try to move because she was pretty sure she couldn’t move. Her muscles seemed to have completely shorted out. All she could do was lie there with her face pressed into the crook of his neck, but she did manage a nod, too relaxed to get defensive about the question. Somehow he still smelled delicious, and utterly without thought, she rubbed her lips over his skin in a soft kiss before lightly licking him.

Yep. He tasted as good as he smelled.

“Did you just lick me like a lollipop?” he asked, voice low and lazy and laced with humor.

Instead of answering, she sank her teeth into him.

Hissing in a breath, he rolled her beneath him, slid a hand into her hair and tugged lightly to bare her neck. Then he returned the favor, lowering his head to take a nibble of her throat, the curve of her shoulder . . .

And when he continued his way down her body, alternating teasing and nibbling, she arched into him. “Again?” she murmured, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Oh yeah, again.” But then he surprised her by lifting her into his arms and getting to his feet in one easy, athletic movement. “This time,” he said, “we make it to your bed. Where’s the closest light?”