Taking Charge (Lone Star Burn #4)(43)

He crawled toward her, enjoying the short chase, and pounced. They rolled together until he was on top. He kissed her passionately again, running his strong hands over her. Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and met him kiss for kiss. She couldn’t get enough of him. Every touch, his and hers, sent flames of pleasure through her.

He settled himself between her legs, the tip of him nudging for entry, and raised his head to watch her face. His first thrust was deep and sure. Slow. His next was faster and more powerful. He kissed her lips lightly, and she adjusted her legs so she would thrust upward to welcome him deeper. Their rhythm was natural and primal.

Like two pieces of the same puzzle, they fit, and everything else fell away. There was nothing other than the taste and feel of each other. Lucy had enjoyed sex in the past, but even when she’d climaxed, she’d always felt in control. With David, thinking was impossible. She was a slave to how David made her feel, and thankfully, he seemed just as out of control with her.

Her orgasm hit with a cry she normally would have held in. He joined her with a curse and then collapsed beside her. He turned, disposed of the condom, and tucked her into his side. He kissed her forehead, and she laid a hand on his chest.

They came back to earth slowly. David pulled a sheet over them and smiled. “Next time we’ll go slower—”

Lucy silenced him by placing her fingers lightly over his lips. “It was perfect.”

He kissed her fingers. “I won’t argue that, but I have techniques that will blow your mind.”

Lucy chuckled against him. “Mind-blowing techniques, huh?”

He rubbed her back lazily. “Give me a minute, and I’ll show you.”

Feeling playful, Lucy joked, “How good could they be if they only take a minute?”

He rolled so he was above her again. “Oh, now you’re in trouble.”

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Chelle called from downstairs.

“We’re—” David started to answer her, but Lucy put her hand over his mouth again.

“Don’t you dare,” Lucy whispered.

With the thin walls of the old house, it was easy enough to hear Chelle. “Didn’t they tell us to meet them here? I’ll text Sarah and see where they went. Strange, though. I could have sworn they’d asked if we wanted to eat dinner here.”

“Maybe they’re in the kitchen,” Mason said.

Lucy’s mouth rounded as she remembered the condition they’d left it in. “No.” She pushed at David. “Do something.”

Laughing, David climbed out of bed and quickly put on his jeans and shirt. “I’m good, but I doubt I can beat him there.”

“Hey, Chelle,” Mason called out. “Come here.”

“Is something wrong?” A second later Chelle said, “Sarah says they’re on their way to town for pizza. Do we want to join them?”

“Sure. We’re not eating here anyway.” Mason called across the house.

“Why?” Chelle asked.

A moment later, Mason said in a loud voice, “David? Lucy? You have fifteen minutes to wrap it up.”

“Mason,” Chelle said in reprimand.

“We’ll wait in the car, but hurry it up. I’m hungry.”

“They may not want to go to dinner anymore.”

“Do you?” Mason called out.

Part of Lucy felt mortified that they knew what she and David had been up to, and part of her really wanted to see her friends. She asked David with a look if he wanted to go.

He nodded.

She waited for him to say it, but he gave her an angled brow that said, “You do it.”

She sat up in the bed, loving how his eyes raked over her hungrily. He didn’t let her stay in her comfort zone, and she was beginning to appreciate that about him. She raised her voice and said, “We do want to see you. We’ll meet you at your car in a few minutes.”

Whatever Chelle and Mason said next was spoken softly enough that Lucy didn’t hear anything but the door close as they left. Lucy got off the bed and strode over to David, wagging a finger at him. “I can’t believe you made me do it.”

He looped his hands behind her waist, pulled her to him, and shrugged. “I like hearing you say what you want.”

“Really?” The confidence she was beginning to feel with David was heady. “And if I said I’m a little sad I have to wait to sample one of your techniques?”

David again stripped off his shirt and jeans and was beside her in a heartbeat. “I’d say I hope Mason is a patient man, because this may take a while.”



A while later, David and Lucy finally made their way out of the house. If either Chelle or Mason minded, they didn’t say. David’s appreciation of the couple deepened when they acted as if nothing had happened. Lucy had been tense when she’d climbed into the backseat of their car with him, but within minutes, she relaxed against him.

As they pulled out onto the road, Lucy glanced back at the car that followed them. “Do you have to have security wherever you go?”

Mason said to Chelle, “If it were just me, I might not feel it was necessary, but my whole world is sitting in the seat next to me.”

Chelle took Mason’s hand in hers. “We had a scare a few weeks ago. Nothing serious, just enough to make us realize that there are crazy people out there.”