Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(25)

“How do you intend to find that out?”

She knew. Matt could tell by the way her eyes challenged him from underneath her lashes. She just wanted to hear him say it. Christ, this girl made him hot. Somehow innocent, tempting, and challenging all at the same time. The wariness was still there, too, instilling a renewed urgency in him to replace the trepidation in her eyes with passion.

Her breasts were outlined by her thin T-shirt, alerting him to the fact that she didn’t wear a bra. They rose and fell with her quickening breaths as she watched his face. A desire to get her out of that T-shirt so he could suck and lick his way over every inch of her gorgeous body burned everything else out of his universe. He realized his thoughts must be showing on his face because her own expression shifted, clouded with need.

Without wasting another moment, Matt brought his mouth down on hers. Goddamn. A groan ripped from his throat. He hadn’t kissed her earlier and the feel of her lips brought on a fresh wave of heat. He’d forgotten what it felt like to slide his tongue along hers, feel her plump lips fall open to accommodate him. Kissing Lucy felt like breathing. He didn’t have to think about it. They simply moved together, instinct taking over.

Reluctantly, he broke away to let her catch her breath. Already, his cock felt like it was being strangled in his pants. As she sucked in oxygen, he spoke against her lips.

“You going to give me a nice little taste, Lucy?”

Instead of answering, she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him down for another searing kiss. Matt cupped her bottom in his hands and boosted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Immediately, she squeezed him and began a hot little writhing motion that had him stopping to press her up against the nearest wall, to give her three quick pumps of his hips.

“Hottest f*ck of my life,” he growled into her neck. “Can’t think of a goddamn thing but getting back inside you. What did you do to me?”

No, he couldn’t get lost in her like this. Tonight was about giving her what he’d deprived her of in the park. He couldn’t wait to give it to her. With a growl, he yanked her off the wall and walked her into the living room. He broke their kiss to lay her on the nearest surface, an oversize ottoman in the opulent living room. God bless the girl, she tore her own shirt over her head, jostling her curls so they fell over one eye, making her look like a Playboy pinup instead of an accordion-playing grad student. She looked up at him, all swollen lips, upturned breasts, and excited green eyes, and his heart tripped all over itself.

If I’m not careful, she’s going to rip me wide open.

When her fingers started working his belt buckle, he came back to himself. He took his shirt by the hem and discarded it on the floor. On hands and knees he prowled over her until she was forced onto her back, hands knocked loose from his belt. “No, no. I know you’d suck me so good. But my mouth will be giving the pleasure tonight.”

He gave a long lick of her pert nipple and she moaned. “Twist my arm, why don’t you?”

Matt trailed his tongue between her breasts, taking the other nipple between his lips and sucking, humming in his throat to send vibrations through her body. When her back arched, fingernails cutting into his shoulders, he trailed his touch up the inside of her thighs. They fell open for him, a show of submission that made him pulse with heat. With pride.

When he began to massage Lucy through her already-damp panties, she nearly came off the ottoman. “Matt. Oh my God.”

“Did you touch yourself here when you got home, baby girl? Maybe watch a little porn to pick up where my fingers left off?”

She blushed, but shook her head frantically on the soft surface. “No.”

Thank God. He’d wanted to be the one. “Tell me why.”

“I don’t know, I…” Her eyes squeezed shut. “I didn’t want to give in to it. Didn’t want to admit you got to me.”

Would this girl ever stop surprising him? He shoved the material of her underwear aside and traced her seam with his middle finger. Damp. Beautiful. “But I do get to you. Don’t I?”

“Yes,” she whispered, slaying him. “I get to you, too.”

He felt transparent in that moment, as though she could see right past his defenses. It alarmed him, forced him into motion again before she could say something else and strip him completely. Taking one final suck of her delicious breast, he began dragging his tongue down her belly. It shuddered underneath his treatment, her navel dipping in time with hot little gasps. Without taking his lips from her warming skin, he slid her panties down her legs, finally baring her completely.

“Look at you, spreading your legs for a kiss.” He pushed two fingers into her heat, swearing under his breath at the slickness of her arousal. She threw her head back, hips lifting and falling, just as uninhibited as he remembered. “The first time I tongue you into coming, it’s going to be an apology. The second time will be a reward for waiting.” He fell to his knees and took his first intoxicating taste of Lucy. A growl worked its way free of his chest. “The third time is going to be because I f*cking love to hear you scream.”

“Matt. Now. Please!”

He wanted to take his time, but he couldn’t stop once he got started. The way she whimpered his name as his tongue circled her clit made him feel like a god. In an effort to get close as humanly possible, he threw her legs over his shoulders and focused on turning her world upside down. When her thighs began to clench and shake around his ears, he drew his middle finger in and out of her entrance, sucking with increasing pressure on that bundle of nerves that would get her off. His cock was pressed against the ottoman, hips pumping rhythmically as he imagined f*cking her, being surrounded by all that tight heat.