Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(31)

“No. Maybe…yes.”

He opened the box and lifted out the piece of jewelry, clasped it around her neck. “I want to fu—make love to you with just this on.” It was totally barbaric but he wanted to claim her while she wore something he’d given her. Like he’d marked her.

She made a soft little moan and shifted in his lap, her eyes going heavy-lidded.

“You like the idea of that?” He knew he should offer to take her out to dinner, to do things a normal couple would do. But the need to be inside her, to claim her, was overwhelming.

Her breathing grew shallower as she lifted a hand to the necklace, gently ran her fingers along it. “This is too much,” she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

“That’s not an answer, baby. You like the idea of me taking you wearing just this?” He leaned down, nipped her earlobe between his teeth. “Maybe f*cking you from behind in front of a mirror so you can see us? See how sexy you look when I make you come?” He wanted to do more than just f*ck, but the way Lucy reacted to his words told him she liked the way he was talking to her.

She clutched onto his shoulders, her breathing erratic as he scraped his teeth along the column of her neck. “There’s a big mirror in my guest bedroom,” she whispered again, her voice shaky.

The statement ricocheted through him, making him jerk against her. He pulled back slightly so he could see her face. “You want…” For some reason he couldn’t finish the thought. Being here with her now was too surreal. In no reality did he end up with a woman like Lucy but here they were.

Her lips curved up into a mischievous grin as she slid off his lap. He made a move to pull her back but she dodged his hands and stripped off her tank top before turning away from him. Even the sight of her bare back got him insanely hot.

He was on his feet in a millisecond, following after her as she tugged the strings to her bathing suit free, letting her top fall to the ground as she headed down a brightly painted hallway.

All he could focus on was her back and the soft curve of her hips as she pushed open a door into a dimly lit bedroom. Sheer curtains were pulled together over the single window, letting in some of the waning early evening light. He leaned against the doorframe, fascinated with her, as she shimmied out of her shorts and bikini bottom without looking at him.

Her breasts weren’t large, enough to fill his hands, and though she was petite her hips were full and perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

“Will this do?” Her sexy voice brought his gaze back up to hers.

He realized he’d been staring at the juncture between her thighs—the little bit of hair covering her mound. He’d been remembering how she tasted, how she’d felt as she’d come against his face and fingers. She’d pointed to the huge wood-framed mirror propped up behind a daybed with all sorts of frilly female stuff on it and around it. The room had a sort of Parisian theme to it. Something he most definitely didn’t care about.

Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, he shoved away from the doorframe and slid his jacket off. She watched him carefully, her eyes wide and her body language just a little bit nervous, if the tremble that shuddered through her was any indication.

Moving slowly, he let her watch his every move, his hands going to his belt buckle. She sucked in a breath as she tracked his actions. When he was fully naked he grabbed a condom from his pants before stalking toward her. The most primal part of him liked it when she backed up to the daybed, her breathing raspy and unsteady.

There was nowhere for her to go, not that he thought she actually wanted to be anywhere but here. Her pale brown nipples were beaded tightly and he wanted to taste them, to taste all of her again.

Yesterday hadn’t taken off any of the edge from the need to have her. It had only stoked the wildfire burning inside him. When he reached her, his cock jutted up between them, pressing against her belly.

She sucked in a breath as she looked down between their bodies, and to his pleasure, she grasped his hard length, a smile on her face. “You really are big all over,” she murmured, more to herself than him.

Seeing the anticipation on her expression, the way her dark eyes went heavy-lidded as she stroked him once, made him groan as much as the feel of her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock did.

Even though he could easily come in her hand, he placed his over her smaller one. There was no way that was happening this first time. He would be inside her when he did. And she would most definitely come first.

When she looked up at him, he lowered his mouth to hers. Instead of crushing his lips against hers, which was what his body was demanding, his instinct said to take things slower with her.

At least this first time. He’d already made her come up against his office door; now he wanted to savor her, make sure she remembered their first time together.

The first time of many, if things went the way he hoped.

She slid her hands up his bare chest, her fingers digging into his pecs as he pushed her back onto the daybed. The thing was way too small but it would do for now.

He didn’t know where to start now that he had her stretched out before him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped out as he straddled her on the narrow bed. It dipped under his weight, making her giggle.

The light sound eased something in his chest.

“What happened to…taking me from behind?” she whispered, watching him carefully, her eyes slightly dilated.