Consumed (Devoured, #2)(43)

But now . . .

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

“Good.” As he comes around in front of me, running his hand along my flat stomach, he gives me a serious look. “You have to tell me it’s what you want. No matter what you decide, I want to hear it from you.”

This is similar to the game he played in February. He had seduced me to the point of distraction and the only way he would make love to me was for me to beg him to. Back then, I had waited too long, played too hard, and I’m not in the mood for any of those games today.

I keep my eyes on his, too shaken to risk a glance at his cock—if I do, I’ll never have the nerve to go through with this. “I want you to f*ck me everywhere,” I whisper.

He runs his tongue over his straight teeth. “Hearing you say that makes me want to start right here.”

“Then you should follow through.”

He shakes his head as he kneels in front of me, running his hands down the outsides of my legs until he reaches my ankles and then up the insides. When he comes to the leather strapped to my thighs, he nudges my legs apart. Wider and wider—so far that I have to arch against him to hold myself upright.

Without warning, two of his long fingers delve inside of me, testing my wetness. He pushes them in and out, not stopping until I’m shaking and my long red hair is falling over both of our faces.

“Please,” I cry out, and he turns his face to kiss the soft flesh between my legs. “Please, Lucas.”

He touches my clit, working it back and forth the two fingers that were just inside me. “You’ve never been this wet.”

No, I haven’t been, and I feel like I’m on fire as he teases me even more.

“Ah f*ck,” he growls at last. In one swift motion, he has me on my back on the couch. Urgently, he slides my feet back until my legs are bent at the knees. He dips his head between my legs and licks me hard. “Your * drives me crazy, you beautiful girl. You taste like . . .” Instead of choosing a word of praise, he uses his mouth, hungrily plunging his tongue deep inside of me.

A moan of pleasure rips from the back of my throat.

“God, Lucas.” I shudder as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers. He pumps them frantically in and out of my body as his teeth find my clit. When he sucks me into his mouth, I buck my hips wildly against his face.

I can feel the orgasm building, can feel the frenzy shifting through me, and then I feel something new. Gasping, I start to sit up as his thumb presses against my ass.

“Do you still want this?” he demands roughly, and I nod in frustration.

“Just . . . please.”

I cry out in pain and pleasure as he his finger slides inside of me, and a moment later, I feel his chest against mine and his shaggy, dark hair falls into my face. Spreading my slick folds apart with his erection, he fills me, muffling my moans with his lips, his tongue, letting me taste myself on him.

I meet each of his thrusts, rocking my hips against him as his fingers and cock move greedily within me. When I reach up to grip his shoulders, my hands don’t move and I scratch the outside of my own thighs instead.

“You tricky bastard,” I gasp, and he laughs against my mouth.

“I love you, Sienna,” he growls. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my goddamn life.”

When we let go together, and he pulls out of me and unhooks the straps around my thighs, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face into his neck. “God, I love you, too.”





Lucas





It takes a great deal of self-control not to wake Sienna the next morning just so I can feel her once more before our sound check. Yesterday and last night wasn’t nearly enough. After I’ve showered and dressed, I sit beside her on the bed in the master bedroom. She’s lying flat on her stomach, with the bedspreads wrapped messily around her naked body.

I touch the small of her back, letting my fingers roam over her soft skin. She whispers something incoherent that makes me smile. That’s one of the things about Sienna that makes her so irresistible, so different from any other woman I’ve ever been with. She always makes me smile. Gives me a touch of that warmth that I’m still getting used to. Makes me want to come into the light.

Finding a pen and a pad of paper in the nightstand drawer, I write her a quick note:

Sound check at the venue. Order anything you want. I love you.

Then, kissing her shoulder, I force myself to leave her there. As I take the elevator down to the lobby, I make a vow to spend as much of this afternoon as possible in that bed before I have to go back on the road and she has to fly home to Nashville.

To my surprise, I’m the last one to make it to the venue. My band mates give me knowing looks as I come onto the stage, and I duck my head. “If you say a goddamn word, I’ll throw you into the pit,” I threaten, causing Wyatt to snort.

“Looks like your night wasn’t shit,” he mutters as he slings his blue Kramer around the front of him. His nostrils flare. “Getting your sister to give me a break is like talking to a brick f*cking wall.”

I throw my head back and laugh. He doesn’t know it yet, but Kylie’s already decided to meet up with us in a few stops. I’d talked to her at the end of last week, right before the Dallas show, and had managed to convince her to come. She claimed it was mainly because she wants to see our parents when we play in Atlanta, but she’s not fooling me with any of that bullshit. She can see our mom and dad at any time.