Cruel Fortune (Cruel #2)(52)

“So…everything?”

“It’s my favorite thing about you. Your passion. Most people around here lose it, learn to contain it, leash it. You set yours free. And it lights you up.”

A smile came to my lips. My irritation over Katherine’s impending wedding melting away. What did it matter if she got married? I wasn’t going. I didn’t need to ruin a perfectly good night because of it.

“Well, I had a good time with your family otherwise. Your mom is the best.”

“Isn’t she?”

“Your dad is kind of intimidating though.”

“He has that perfected.” He threaded both of our hands together and kissed me once. “He was kind of terrifying when I was growing up. But I get it now. He was preparing me to take over.”

“And you wanted that?” I asked, slipping my hands out of his, up his chest, and around his neck.

He breathed out a laugh. “Not always. I wanted to play baseball after high school. We fought about it a lot. But in hindsight, he was right. I wasn’t good enough for the majors, and I would have wallowed in the minors when I should have been at Harvard. So, Harvard was where I ended up.”

“Why didn’t you play baseball at Harvard?”

He shrugged. “I’m an all-or-nothing sort of guy.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that what you are with me right now?”

“You’re like nothing else that has ever come into my life.”

When his lips touched mine, all semblance of restraint evaporated. No longer did he touch me with soft, achingly slow kisses. He’d deserted that with our talk of passion. And his passion for me.

Our lips moved against each other with abandon. He demanded a response and took everything that I gave back to him with equal fervor. A hand moved to my breast, squeezing me through the material of my dress. His thumb slipped under the front of my dress and flicked against my erect nipple, sending a jolt of desire through my body.

I reached blindly for the buttons of his shirt. Wanting—no, needing to feel his heated skin and taste that perfect physique. He pulled back long enough to reach behind him, grasp the back of his shirt, and tug it over his head. My mouth watered at the sight of him. All chiseled abdominals and bulky arms and shoulders. Hours in the gym. He must spend hours to have this kind of incredible body.

My fingers splayed over the pecs and went down every square inch of abs to the V that drove me utterly crazy. And he let me. Let me eat him up.

Then, he pressed forward into me. His hands found the zipper of my dress, and he dragged it down inch by inch until it hit the apex of my ass. His fingers tipped the sleeves off of my shoulders, revealing the curve of my breasts and then the black-and-nude bra I’d chosen for the evening. His eyes went wide when he caught a glimpse of it. His head dipped down and sucked the pebbled nipple into his mouth, heedless of the sheer material as a barrier.

I gasped, arching into him at the sensation. At the fact that he couldn’t wait to even take the thing off because he needed me so badly.

The rest of my dress fell over my hips and then into a puddle at my feet. He pulled back long enough to take his fill of me. He’d seen me in nearly as little clothing. I’d worn a bra and panties into the pool the first night we met. But that had been a year ago. We hadn’t been anything at the time. This was all different.

“You are perfect,” he told me as he slipped his hands down my body.

Then he took my hand and guided me into his bedroom. I went willingly. My body taut with anticipation.

He flicked the clasp on my bra, and my breasts spilled forward out of the constraint. His hands went to them. Feeling the soft mounds and fingering my sensitive nipples. He explored me in no rush for this to come to a close. Just enjoying every second of it.

My hand moved for his belt, which I deftly undid. Then I snagged the button and released the zipper. His cock jutted upward in his pants, unobstructed by any kind of underwear. A soft noise escaped me at the unexpected sight.

“Like that?” he groaned.

“Commando,” I observed.

“Going to be thinking about that every time we’re together now?”

“Do you always?”

My fingers dipped into his pants, running gingerly across the head of his cock. He stretched into my hand as I got the feel of him in my palm and stroked.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’ve wanted your touch…so long.”

I did it again and then again. Up and down. Up and down.

“Natalie,” he murmured.

I pushed the waist of his suit pants off of his narrow hips and then gently came to my knees before him. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock, waiting for me to taste him. I leaned forward, bracing myself against his powerful thighs, and then licked the seam. The taste of salt hit my tongue at the same time Lewis’s hands dug into my hair.

“More?” I teased.

“Open your mouth,” was his only answer.

I did as I had been told, and he slid his cock into my mouth. Inch by solid inch. Enough to nearly make me gag on him. But he waited, patient not to hurt me before pulling out and then thrusting in again. When he withdrew once more, I licked my lips and wrestled control back from him, bobbing forward before he could fuck my mouth.

His groan was enough to make my lower half pulse with desire. I could feel wetness pooling in my panties. Taking control, making him feel everything that I was offering him, turned me on as much as it did him.