Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(22)

“I just came to check on you,” he said curtly.

Anger sparked along her nerve endings. “I don’t need to be checked on. I’m watching a movie in the park, not dancing topless in Times Square.” When he only continued to watch her, she sighed. “Look, I didn’t lie to him for the fun of it. He’s got all this engagement stuff happening with Hayden. Not to mention the two jobs. I didn’t want to be a—”

“Nuisance?”

Hearing him call her that—again—did not sit well. Lucy knew from experience that redness was climbing her neck, coloring her cheeks, and she refused to let him see it. She grabbed her purse and attempted to stand, but Matt curled an arm around her waist at the last second and dragged her down onto his lap.

“Hey. I didn’t mean that.” His voice rumbled at her neck and caused her to sag back against him, the new contact allowing his mouth to sift through the hair behind her ear. “Not the first time I said it. Not now. Okay?”

She blew out a breath. “Can you please strike it from your vocabulary, then?”

Matt hummed in his throat by way of answering. She couldn’t help but marvel at how right it felt being held by him like this. Cradled against his chest, his body temperature warming every inch of her. Their bodies molded together, like they’d been superglued. How could she have missed touching him when they’d known each other such a short amount of time?

“What movie is this?” he asked into her hair.

Lucy’s eyes shot wide. “Back to the Future. You’ve never seen it?”

“No.”

“I weep for your childhood.”

Matt’s hesitant laughter rolled through her, but she quickly became distracted when his rough fingers began drawing patterns on her inner thigh, teasing the hem of her dress. He might as well have been stroking her between her legs for the sensations he was creating. “Catch me up.”

“Huh?”

“On the movie. Tell me what’s happening.”

She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry. “Um…so. Doc Brown, the older gentleman who looks perpetually stressed out, has built a time machine.”

“How?”

Lucy turned her head slightly and caught his clean leather scent. “Basically he souped up a DeLorean. And also…gigawatts.”

“Gigawatts?”

“You kind of have to suspend your disbelief for this.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Disbelief suspended.”

Oh God, he really should smile more. “Marty goes back in time, but everything gets screwed up when his mother develops a crush on him.”

“What kind of movie did you say this was?”

She laughed, but it emerged sounding breathless. “It’s a classic.” Matt’s fingers inched higher on her leg, slipping underneath her dress, effectively cutting off her amusement. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he hooked his free arm around her midsection and positioned her higher on his lap. When his erection swelled underneath her bottom, Lucy released a shaky breath.

“Keep explaining. What happens to Marty?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Me?” He tilted his hips once, twice. “I’m always serious.”

“They go to the high school dance and Marty plays ‘Johnny B. Goode’ and happily ever after,” she said all in one breath. With his big body surrounding her, arousal evident in his deep voice, yearning rolled through her, concentrated between her legs.

Matt took one corner of the blanket and tossed it over her lap. “Did you go to dances in high school, Lucy? Were you the bad girl who tempted all the boys? Yes, I think you were.”

In one quick movement, he pushed aside her panties and shoved two thick fingers inside her. It took her by such surprise that a small scream would have escaped her throat if Matt hadn’t covered her mouth and yanked her head back against his shoulder.

“Shh.” His breath at her ear sent a delicious shiver down her spine. “Be very quiet and very still or everyone will know I’m fingering your * under this blanket. It needs to be our little secret, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

When Lucy could breathe normally, she nodded. The illicitness of the situation hit her full force. Not only was this her brother’s best friend, but he was an ESU officer. In uniform. She would have been lying to herself if she said the risk didn’t crank up the yearning in her belly to overdrive. His fingers were high and tight inside her, creating heart-pounding pressure. It felt like her survival depended on what happened next. With a valiant effort, she tried to slow her shallow breathing and relax against him, so no one would notice what they were doing. Otherwise he might stop. No. Don’t stop.

“Good girl, Lucy.” His tongue outlined her ear, but still his fingers didn’t move. “Your ass feels good sitting on my cock. We didn’t get that far last time, did we?”

She whimpered into his hand, her hips beginning to circle of their own accord.

“If you don’t stop that right now,” he growled, “I’ll take away my fingers. Do. Not. Move. You’re going to sit like this the entire movie.”

Immediately, her hips went still. She wanted to wail in frustration, but could do nothing but remain unmoving. His thumb brushed over her clitoris once, only once, and she started to shake. Oh please, why won’t he give me what I need? I need. I need.