Dare To Run (The Sons of Steel Row #1)(51)

She glanced up at me again. Her sapphire eyes glowed mischievously. “I want to touch you. Taste you. All over.”

I nodded once, unable to form words. When she cupped my cock again through my boxers, I stiffened. Everything inside of me tightened, demanding more. Now. But I fought down the urge. That irritating instinct to give her anything she wanted made itself known again, and there was no stopping it. If she wanted to indulge herself with my body, I would man up and give her free rein.

She’d get what she wanted.

When she scraped her teeth over the nipple ring, sucking gently, I let my lids drift shut and shut my mind off. She skimmed her hands down my abs and over my ass as her mouth moved over my piercing. My stomach clenched tightly, and my cock begged to be buried inside her now. As if she could read my thoughts, she moaned and slid her hand beneath my boxers, closing her fingers over my hard length. She let go way too quickly, but it was only to lower my last piece of clothing. Once my boxers joined my pants on the floor, she licked her lips and lowered her head.

After dropping a kiss to my hip, she ran her tongue over the tip of my cock. I tugged on her hair slightly. “Heidi, f*ck . . . Don’t be a cocktease. Do it.”

“Since you asked so nicely . . .” she said.

She closed her mouth over me and sucked gently, and I lost my mind. Groaning, I pressed closer to her, wanting—no, needing—her to take more of me inside her hot, wet mouth. And she did. Man, she did. Her tongue moved over me, teasing me, killing me, and yet making me feel better than I’d ever felt before.

And that was saying a hell of a lot.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it probably wasn’t good. Her nails dug into my bare ass, and she rolled her tongue over me, sucking harder with each torturous stroke she made. I made myself stand still. Made myself give her what she wanted—me. But the point came where I needed to move, or I’d come.

And it wasn’t time for that yet.

“Enough,” I gritted out between my clenched teeth. I pushed her shoulders, and she reluctantly let me go. “On your back, darlin’. Open for me.”

She fell to her elbows, her legs spread and her breathing erratic. Her red lips were wet and swollen, and I wanted nothing more than to taste her. So I did. Curling my hand behind her neck, I melded my mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. It was in that second that I realized I’d never needed anything, anyone, this damn badly before. For the first time in my life . . .

I knew I’d feel it when a woman walked away.





CHAPTER 16





HEIDI




The second he pressed his weight onto me, I knew I was a goner. His bare skin, pressed against my bare skin, was almost enough to send me over the edge. I’d been waiting for this since the first moment I saw him, no matter how much I’d tried to deny it. What had existed before only in scorching fantasies was now unfolding before me. And he was right. There would be no going back.

Lucky for me, I had no desire to go back. I was just fine where I was.

Part of me knew I was being an idiot. He’d literally handed me a fortune and a new start, and I hadn’t taken it. How many times, as a kid, had I dreamt of that very thing? Of saving enough money and taking off, never to be seen in Boston again? So many times I’d lost count. And yet I’d been given the chance to do that very thing, free of charge, and I hadn’t taken it.

Adolescent me thought adult me was a freaking fool.

He hauled my leg up, and I wrapped it around his waist, my insides melting when he pressed his erection up against my core, and all thoughts of condescension against myself faded away. Because adolescent me hadn’t known Lucas Donahue. In the past, it had always taken me a while to be ready for that kind of contact, but with Lucas, all it took was a smirk and a sarcastic reply, and I was there. This was a bad idea because there was no happy ending here.

But I was going to do it anyway.

I almost hated myself for it.

His hand closed over my breast, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure, and I arched my back, trying to get closer to him. His mouth moved over mine, stealing all rational thought, and I ran my hands down his hard back. I’d had no idea he had ink and a piercing, but it was hot. So hot I couldn’t even process it.

“No.” He caught my wrists in one hand, trapping them above my head. With his other hand, he cupped my core, his palm pressed against my clitoris. “My turn.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” I breathed. “God yes.”

He kissed a path down my neck, over my shoulder, and scraped his teeth over my nipple. I cried out and strained against his hold, longing to pull him closer, but he didn’t budge. Not even an inch. He sucked harder, making everything inside of me strain for more. By the time he released me, I was a mess of need and frustration.

“So delicious,” he breathed, his tone almost full of wonder. “I could spend all night teasing you. Taunting you. Tasting you.”

Unacceptable. Especially when I knew for a fact he could get me off in under sixty seconds. “God, Lucas, I’m going to kick your—”

He nipped the skin right above my hip. “Uh-uh. No talking back.”

“But—”

He nibbled on my hip again, and I drew in a breath through my clenched teeth. “No buts, darlin’.”