Trouble in Mudbug (Ghost-in-Law, #1)(68)

“What?” Luc’s eyes took on focus, and he appeared to jerk himself back into the present. “No, nothing’s the matter. In fact, that’s great news.”

“Then what was the frown for?”

He gave her a direct look and asked, “Is this Aaron another Christopher?”

It took Maryse a second to figure out what he was trying to ask in an indirect way. Then she let out a laugh. “No way. Aaron’s been in a relationship with the same person for eight years now.”

Luc narrowed his eyes at her. “That doesn’t make a difference to some people.”

“With a man.”

Luc blinked once and looked a bit startled. “Oh, well I guess that does make a difference.” He gave her a curious look. “What exactly are you using for the test, and where did you find it?”

Maryse shook her head and gave him a smile. “If you’re really nice, one day I might show it all to you, but for now, I’d like to keep it on the down-low. At least until I know I’m really onto something.” And I can find it again.

“Oh, I can be nice.”

He smiled and stepped directly in front of her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. The hair on her arms immediately stood on end, and her heart beat so loudly, she was certain he could hear it. This time, Maryse knew there was no way in hell she was holding herself back. She had the underwear to prove it.

He lifted one hand and gently touched the side of her face. “But research is not exactly what I’m really interested in seeing at the moment,” he said.

Before she could reply, or protest, or breathe, he lowered his lips to hers. Even though he’d kissed her twice before, she was still unprepared for her body’s instant response as his lips connected with hers. Every inch of her skin tingled.

She moved closer to him as the kiss deepened, aligning her body with his. She pressed her hips into him. He stiffened immediately, and she reached around and placed her hands on the butt that she’d been longing to squeeze for days. Luc’s hands dropped to cup her breasts.

He stroked the sensitive nipples through her shirt as his tongue mingled with hers, first slow and sexy, then increasing in intensity. Maryse could feel the warmth of his hand and groaned as his fingers stroked her engorged nipples and wished there wasn’t so much fabric between them. She was just about to tear off her own clothes, then launch for Luc’s when he slid his hands down to her waist and pulled her T-shirt and sports bra over her head.

Her breasts stood at full attention as the cool air of the room blew over them, but Luc immediately set to warming them back up, cupping her breast in his hand, stroking the nipple with his thumb, while trailing kisses down her neck. When he put his lips on her other breast she felt her knees weaken. Luc paused for a moment and gave her a sexy smile, knowing with certainty what he was doing to her untrained flesh.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I want you to touch every square inch of me.”

Luc laughed and lifted her onto the desk. “Oh, I have absolutely no intention of stopping. I was only repositioning you for what I had in mind next.” He lowered his head to her breast again and took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around until she thought she would beg for more. As his mouth worked its magic, he reached down and slid her yoga pants off and let them fall into a heap on the floor. His hand went back to her waist, but when he came to the lacy underwear, he paused. He pulled back ever so slightly and looked down at the thin strip of pink that barely covered her. He placed one finger inside the fabric at her hip and started to slide it toward her center. “My God, Maryse. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Maryse sucked in a breath as his hand moved slowly downward to the place she desperately wanted it to be. “I was hoping you’d show me,” she said.

Luc lowered his head to her neck once more and trailed kisses all the way down to her breasts, all while slowly inching his finger toward her core, building a sweet anticipation that she thought might send her over the edge before they got any further. Maryse bit her lip to keep from encouraging him to hurry. Finally, he rubbed his finger across her sensitive nub, and pleasure flashed through her, making her groan.

He stroked her slowly, gently, as his mouth continued its assault on her breasts, and just when she thought she was going to lose it, he stopped and started trailing kisses down her stomach as he worked the bit of lace off her body. As he inched closer and closer to her throbbing sex, she eased back until she was lying on the desk, certain that any moment she would melt into a puddle on the floor.

When his warm tongue made contact with her, it felt like a jolt of electricity burning from her center and spiking through the top of her head. Her vision blurred, and the room moved in waves. Up and down, he continued his assault, then switched to a gentle swirl. Maryse wished like hell she had something to grip…comforter, bedsheets…anything. Luc increased his speed, and her legs began to quiver, her breathing stopped altogether, and she clutched his hair in both her hands. Then the orgasm hit her like an atomic bomb, and she cried out as wave after wave of intense pleasure rushed over her body.

Her hips began to buck and thrash around, but Luc held them in place, obviously not yet done with her. He slowed his pace, and Maryse panted, trying to get her breath back, and before she knew it, the heat at her center was building again. Just when she thought he would send her over the edge again, Luc stopped his assault and rose up. It was only then that Maryse realized he’d pushed down his jeans and she could see every perfect square inch of him.