Taking Charge (Lone Star Burn #4)(48)

David closed his eyes for a second, a lusty grin on his face. “Fuck, yes.” He looked over at her, his eyes blazing with desire. “Getting a room in town at this time of night would be obvious.”

Lucy almost said she didn’t care, but it was also exciting to see what else he suggested. “Yes, it would be.”

“The walls in the main house are thin.”

“Definitely.”

“The bunkhouse is the same and full of men.”

Lucy bit back a smile. “Looks like we have to wait.”

“Or get creative.”

I love the way he thinks. Lucy could barely breathe. “How?”

He kissed her deeply until they were both shaking with need. “Your blog sounds like a perfect bedtime story. If I can’t have you by my side tonight, I’ll settle for coming to the sound of your lovely voice.” He kissed his way to her ear. “On one condition.”

Lucy was on fire and ready to promise him anything. “What?”

He whispered, “You have to come, too. I want to hear you bring yourself that pleasure.”

They kissed again, losing themselves to a passion so intense it threatened to toss all sanity to the wind—making love right there on the porch became a real possibility. Lucy tore her mouth away from his before she suggested that herself. She rushed to the door. “Good night, David.”

“Talk to you in a few,” David said, then hopped over the railing of the porch and walked off into the dark toward the bunkhouse.

Lucy stepped inside. Sarah and Tony were in the living room talking. Sarah waved her in. Lucy walked toward the doorway. Her body was trembling with anticipation.

Sarah stood. “Lucy, I just wanted to say again how sorry I am about spilling the beans. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

Lucy hoped she didn’t look as excited as she felt. Still breathless, she said, “It’s all good, Sarah. I’m over it. No worries.”

“Did you want to hang out and play a game of Scrabble?” Sarah asked.

Lucy shook her head vehemently, then forced a yawn. “I would, but I’m so tired. I’m heading right to bed. Good night, y’all.”

Her friend gave her a funny look, then sat back down beside her husband on the couch. “Okay, see you tomorrow for breakfast.”

“Perfect. Okay. See you then.” Lucy sprinted up the stairs. She turned on the radio in her room just loud enough to block out the sound of her voice and called David.

He sounded as out of breath when he answered. “I’m torn. We could still go to a hotel.”

Lucy pushed aside her usual shyness. “I’ve never done this before. I’d like to try it.”

“Oh yes.” David let out a sexy hiss. “Take off your clothes and describe yourself doing it.”

Feeling a little ridiculous, Lucy swept her shirt up over her head and said, “I took off my shirt.” She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. “Okay, I took off my bra, too.” She paused, feeling uncertain. “I don’t know how to make this sexy. I’m sorry.”

David’s tone was excited and encouraging. “Anything you say is hot to me, Lucy. There is no way to do this wrong. I want you so badly, I could come from the sound of you reciting the alphabet. Just talk.”

Confidence brought the sexiness back to what had momentarily felt ridiculous. She stepped out of her shoes, jeans, and panties. “I’m sliding my legs out of my jeans, and it feels so good. It reminds me of your hands on me. I’m kicking my silk panties off. They went flying onto the bed, the bed where I’ll be in a minute, spread out, touching myself, wishing you were with me.”

“Fuck, Lucy, you’re good at this.”

I am, Lucy thought. She remembered a boyfriend who had once asked her to talk dirty to him. She’d tried, and after a few minutes, he told her to forget it. They’d had sex, but it was as mediocre as her sexy monologue had been. The two experiences couldn’t be compared. Lucy saw why now. It wasn’t about doing it right or wrong. It was about how much pleasure she found in pleasing David. This wasn’t for him—it was for them.

Just like couples who use toys on each other.

Lucy walked over to the bed and lay down on top of the blankets. “The air in the room is cool, but I like it. You’d like how my nipples are already jutting out, begging to be in your mouth. I’m on the bed now, and I’m already wet for you. Can you feel how wet? I’m touching myself the way you touched me. It’s not the same, but it’s good. My hand should be your hand. I know exactly how you’d rub me. You’d start slowly, then move faster. Oh yes. You’d do it just like that.”

David was breathing heavily. “Those gorgeous tits would be in my mouth. Tell me what you’d want me to do. Lick your fingers, and use them like I’d use my tongue.”

Lucy did just that, and it was so much more exciting than anything she’d ever done to herself. Memories of his mouth on her breasts just a few hours ago were so vivid, they mixed and intensified the pleasure her own hand was capable of bringing.

“Now read to me.”

Lucy didn’t want to stop. Everything she was doing felt too good. “Really?”

His voice was a demanding growl. “Read your blog, Lucy. I want to hear what you do with your toys. Now.”