Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(49)

Lucy was growing restless. His body was locked inside hers, thick and throbbing. Her nerve endings snapped everywhere their skin touched. The longer he remained unmoving, the more the ache grew. It was dense and demanding, crying out to be assuaged. On top of it all, possibly more potent than anything, were his eyes. They were coated with lust, but somehow darkly excited by the control he had. In turn, it made her feel powerful. Made her question who was really in control after all. With that thought in mind, she arched her back on the counter and tossed her head back, putting her stomach, her breasts, her throat on display. Tempting him.

Matt growled. “Mine.”

“Prove it,” Lucy whispered.





Chapter Seventeen


Possessiveness, furious and consuming, laced through Matt’s system. She was spread out in front of him like a goddess and he had the honor of being buried inside her. Every second that passed made him hotter, heightening the anticipation of that moment when he would f*ck her into the screaming orgasm she deserved. He’d taken her too quickly the first three times and he’d regretted it afterward, wishing he’d taken time to savor her. Even now, his body shook with the need to slide his cock out and ram it back into her slick heat. Knowing she’d love it, would whimper and writhe for more, only made it twice as difficult to deny the urge.

The physical nature of his need was only heightened by the connection he felt to her. Beauty shone out of her and wrapped around his throat. She was the one thing that had been missing his entire life without him realizing it. How had he been walking upright, talking, accomplishing things this long without her?

Savor. He ran his fingertips up the center of her body to tease her nipples. “You asked me what the extent of my need for control is…” Unable to stop himself any longer, he eased his hips back and rolled them forward, memorizing the way her hands clawed at the counter, her lips parted on a moan. “When I walk in the front door after a shift, Lucy, I want your mouth on mine before I even get my jacket off.”

Matt let one hand circle her delicate neck lightly as he drove into her again. And again. He couldn’t stop now, not with her clenching around him like that. Not with her tasty little nipples pointing straight up as her chest heaved, her body undulated.

“I want to punish you in the mornings, so I can spend the day thinking about your sweet, pink ass, thinking about ways to soothe it when I get home.” He reached behind him and grabbed her ankles, raising them above her head. His Lucy liked that. It put him right where she needed him to be, bumping against her luscious clit. He could see the tremors race across her abdomen, feel her feet flexing in his hands. God yeah, she was close.

“Faster, Matt,” she gasped. “Please, please.”

A growl broke from his throat. He’d never get used to her begging for him. Or the fact that she loved doing it. Loved submitting to him the way he needed.

“I want to tie your delicious little body up and f*ck you. For hours. Until the goddamn sun comes up.” He rolled his hips inward, then pressed down, rubbing the base of his erection against her sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to fall asleep with your gorgeous ass cradling my satisfied dick. Your breasts in my hands. I need it, baby.”

“Yes.”

The way she continued to encourage him…warmth expanded in his chest. Made him want more of her. Damn. He couldn’t go as fast as she needed at this angle. With each drive of his body, she inched back slightly on the slippery surface. With a growl, Matt yanked her off the counter and wedged her against the cabinet, supporting her hips with his forearm so she wouldn’t be hurt. The position bent her in half and put her ankles up around his ears. Matt shouted a curse at the ceiling it put him so goddamn deep. Every slick inch of her was like a manacle around his driving cock.

She threw her head back on a sob and began to shake. Almost there. Come on, pretty baby. “Oh, Jesus…Matt…”

Just a little more, and she’d blow. “Lucy, if I wake you up at two a.m., dying to eat your *, I want you to open your thighs and say yes, please, Matt. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes…oh.” He felt the telltale squeeze grip him and pushed hard into it, holding deep so he could feel her quake all around him. It was the closest to heaven he would ever get and he absorbed every shudder, every word. Eyes appearing blind in the dim light, she chanted things that made no sense, still pinned to the counter by his hips. “Matt.”

After a moment, the tension in her lessened slightly, but not completely. He was still hard enough inside her to break through steel. Seeing his woman rosy and satisfied in front of him shot a fresh surge of hot, pulsing adrenaline through Matt. Her chest rose and fell on gasping breaths when he twisted his hips, to let her know they weren’t finished. Oh no. We’re far from done. You’re going to get it again. She must have read his thoughts on his face because her lips parted on a breathy moan and she nodded.

She’s perfect for me. I want to be perfect for her. He released one of her legs and let it drop to his side, continuing to hold the other by the ankle. Keeping his eyes trained on her face, he moved it across his body, slowly turning her around so she faced the counter, remaining inside her the entire time. A sweat broke out on Matt’s forehead at the twisting sensation, the inside of her body stroking him sideways as she turned. By the time he had her completely shifted around, he’d gone a little insane.