Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(118)

“For however long we have to steal from fate, Kitten, we don’t worry about that shit. Because I can promise you, it feels as if you’ve always been a part of me.”

Her hands stall on her pants after she unlatches the button and zipper. Her eyes find mine, and there are tears swimming in their depths. “I felt that way, Max, from just reading your file.”

My stomach rolls and I wish yet again, I had made different choices. Then again if I hadn’t, I might never have met Tess. Fate is a f*cking bitch.

“You’re taking too long,” I have to clear my throat to just get the words out.

“I have a problem,” she says and before I can respond carries on, “Your Uncle’s boots are seriously ruining the sexy striptease I wanted to do here.”

She huffs out the last part and sits down on the bed. I’m as surprised as she is when the laughter escapes me. I lower down on my knees in front of her. “Yeah well, they might not be sexy, but they came in handy when dealing with Jenna.”

“Do not mention her name in here if you want to get lucky, Max.”

I fake a heavy sigh as I finish taking her boots and socks off. My fingers brush over her ankles before taking one foot and using my thumbs to massage the balls of her feet. “I’ve been slacking,” I tell her, picking up her other foot to repeat my actions.

“Slacking?”

Her head goes back, and she moans as I massage her feet. Tess is so innately sexy in her excitement that she steals my breath at times.

“In your training.” I put her foot down and then stand, waiting.

“You’re training me? For what?” She asks, as she gets up from the bed and comes to me, licking her lips—tempting without even knowing it.

“Me,” I answer as our lips clash, and my hands wrap around the side of her neck, bringing her to me. It feels as if I haven’t tasted her in months. I have no way to explain what Tess does to me. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like she had always been a part of me.

Her hands push under my shirt, her touch feels like she injects electricity into my body. Her nails drag up my stomach marking a path as clear as the way she has marked my soul. I feel everything. My tongue duels with hers and owns her mouth. Her pulse jumps under my hand on her neck, and I flex my thumb back and forth over it. When her nails slide to my back, and they dig in tightly, pulling me closer to her, I know I need to move away. She digs those claws into me, and that small sting of pain makes my balls grow heavy and ache, with the need to release. I’ve f*cked a lot. It used to feel the day was a failure if I didn’t have a woman to sink into before I crashed. Tess is different. She’s like finding a part of myself.

We break apart and drag oxygen back into our lungs. Tess is breathing so heavily her body quakes with the exertion. I’m not far behind her. I look into those emerald eyes that own me and the need reflecting back nearly unmans me.

“Pants…” my voice is so gruff I breathe and try again. “Take your pants off, Kitten.”

She drags air into her lungs, pushing her pants and then the thin lace panties she has on, to the floor. She’s naked in front of me, and my cock is demanding attention. Damn thing is so hard and ready; it’s physically painful. She’s naked, her face flushed with excitement, her hair falling softly around her face kissing her shoulders. Her breasts are moving with her breathing; the hard, pebbled nipples are straining, needing attention. Her * is bare and already glistening from her excitement. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

“You’re sure about this, Kitten?”

“Yes.”

It’s one word, but one word that seals our lives and joins us together. There’s no turning back now; maybe there wasn’t from the beginning.

“Undress me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise and then a soft smile spreads her lips. She starts with my shirt, easing her hands under it and slowly pulling the ends over me. I bend down to help her get it off, and when it joins her clothes on the ground, she begins to kiss my stomach, creating a line of fire wherever her lips have touched. When her lips touch my chest and her tongue teases my nipple, wrapping it and pulling it into her mouth, I groan. My hands tangle in her hair, and I apply pressure, demanding, not asking, that she go down. I need her to kiss lower; I need more than she’s giving with this slow, delicious torture.

She looks up at my face, her eyes glued to mine and lowers slowly, accepting my command. Each delightfully wicked inch she goes her tongue drags back down, searing me. When she hits her knees, her hands undo my belt and pants, and I exhale my relief when she slides my pants down and gives my cock room, from the bite of the zipper. My cock bounces free, stiff, hard and ready for action. When her hand wraps around the base, I nearly come right there. When her tongue flattens and bathes my shaft and then she licks the head, spreading the moisture there and adding some of her own, my knees nearly buckle.

“I’ve missed having you in my mouth, Max,” she whispers before taking my cock directly to the back of her throat.

“Oh f*ck…”

Her mouth creates a tight, hot, wet cavern that I’m dying to f*ck. My hand is wrapped in her hair and on her third stroke down swallowing down every inch of me and my cock hitting the back of her throat; it takes everything I have not to use the hold I have on her hair and f*ck her mouth fast and hard. Instead, I find myself pulling her off of me. She whimpers and finally lets go of me with a soft, wet, popping noise.