Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(60)

“Granny panties.”

“They’re not granny panties,” I defend, lying through my teeth.

“You’re wound up entirely too tight, Buttercup. Damn, if I’m not going to have fun unwinding you…”

“Unwinding me? You mean by convincing me to have sex in a doctor’s office with people right outside the door?”

“Among other things. But if it makes you feel better, this won’t last long, and then you can pull your skirt down and be a proper lady—at least ‘til I get you home.”

“What won’t last long?” I ask him, but I really shouldn’t have because the minute I feel his fingers push inside of me, I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“God, you’re so wet and ready,” he groans. Hell, maybe I’m the one groaning as his fingers plunge inside, scissor apart and stretch me, before receding, only to plunge right back in. It just takes two or three strokes like this before I hear his fingers push in against the sticky wetness of my *. His fingers are big and wide and when he pulls them apart, it feels full, but it’s nowhere near to the sensation I get when his dick is inside of me, and right now that’s what I’m craving above all things—even though I know I can’t have it.

“White, make me come,” I whisper as he pushes his fingers back inside, this time adding his thumb to my clit, pushing against it while stroking it at the same time.

“I plan on it, honey. All over my cock.”

“But you can’t! You have to save it to—”

“I’ll pull out in time to capture enough for the doctor,” he tells me, and I want to argue. I want to tell him that the lab might pick up traces of my cream and it might cause his tests to be wrong. All thought stops though the minute he pulls me to the edge of the little desk, and then pushes inside of me with his hard cock.





CHAPTER 45


WHITE




“Fuck, Kayla. You have a magic *,” I groan, when I finally get inside of her. I hear her laugh and happiness clicks inside of me. Making Kayla laugh daily has become a goal of mine. Making her lose herself in the way we fit together—and having fun while doing it—is a necessity. I don’t know who the f*ck has made her so self-conscious about her body, but when I find out, I’m going to kill the bastard. She’s beautiful and wears it effortlessly, but she doesn’t realize it at all.

“Have I told you that you’re crazy?” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders while her legs cling to my hips, pulling me in closer.

I reach under her knees and pull her up, scooting her in as much as I can. It doesn’t matter what I do, she’ll never be close enough. With Kayla, I always want more.

“You like my kind of crazy,” I groan as I thrust back inside of her, riding her hard and fast.

“Shut up and f*ck me,” she whispers as her nails bite into my shoulders. That’s my wildcat: shy and timid, but honest enough to give into the passion we have with each other. God, I was so stupid to have not seen her sooner, to not know what I could have with her.

“In a hurry, honey?”

“I’m trying to ignore that this keyboard I’m sitting on is sticky,” she mutters, biting into my chest. The little sting of pain spurs me on almost as much as her words.

“I’ll make sure to take you home and f*ck you in the shower next,” I moan, or at least I think I do. I can’t be sure. I’m getting close and I’m too busy mourning the fact that I have to pull out and leave her warm body. I’m not about to leave her until she’s done, however. I reach down between us, using my finger to find her clit, then push and rub against it while I’m thrusting into her. She’s like live fireworks in my arms. She goes off in a hundred directions, crying out my name loudly, her body vibrating around me and squeezing my cock so hard that it takes all I have not to follow her.

I stay inside until the last minute possible. I pull my cock out and feel a sense of pride when I see her cream covering it. If we had time, I’d make her suck it off. I resist—barely. Her hands slam down on the table as if she’s afraid she might fall, now that I’m not there to lean on.

“Keep those legs open, Kayla. I want to see that * when I come,” I order her, not recognizing my own voice. She obeys, and I wonder exactly how this is going to work as I grab the cup while wishing I could somehow come all over her body at the same time. It’s almost enough to make me cool off, unable to come. Then Kayla does something unexpected. She reaches down, moving her fingers over her clit, slowly sliding two fingers apart to separate her * for me. Sweet Jesus.

One stroke. Two.

“I miss you inside of me, White,” she whispers like a siren, calling to me. This woman could easily be my destruction. Her fingers push inside her tight channel and that’s it. I grab the f*cking cup and stroke again. I’m done for. Which is a good thing because just as I start to unload, moans fill the room.

My eyes tear away from Kayla to the source. On the computer screen behind her is a woman naked, her legs spread similarly to Kayla’s—the view nowhere near as good. She’s moaning and licking around a giant purple… eggplant? I’ve not watched a lot of porn, and since I became old enough to discover the real thing, I rarely watch it. Nothing you see on the television could get close to the pleasure I can find inside a woman. Since I met Kayla, I haven’t even thought about it. So, I know what’s she going to do, because well, it’s porn. But, Kayla apparently is not as prepared.