Dare To Run (The Sons of Steel Row #1)(52)

“Lucas.”

“Good girls get rewarded.” He kissed the spot directly above my hip where he’d bitten, and massaged my butt. “Don’t you want to get rewarded, darlin’?”

I did. I really did. So I kept my mouth shut and nodded.

When I remained silent, he grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

He kissed my thigh before he moved in a little bit more. I held my breath, every inch of me begging for him to do it. To run his tongue over me again, like he’d done earlier. Instead, he lifted himself up and grabbed the condom. I watched him roll it on his long shaft, his hands moving over himself seductively. His eyes were slitted and were focused on me. I bit my tongue to keep the curses from flowing out. “P-please,” I whispered. “I need you, Lucas.”

His jaw flexed, and he kissed me gently. “Sh.” He skimmed a hand up my thigh and traced my slit. For a second, he teased my entrance, but he pulled back before giving me what I needed from him. He was trying to kill me. “I’m here, darlin’.”

He kissed me again, and his hand came back between my legs, stroking me gently. I strained against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. My time exploring Lucas’s body had barely taken the edge off my appetite, and now he was killing me with those barely there caresses. His tongue circled around mine before he pulled back, ending the kiss. When he pulled back, he cupped my cheeks and gave me a small smile.

He kissed the tip of my nose, and my whole body warmed.

That, right there?

It was why I’d fallen in love with him. He was this hardened, jaded soul, but with me . . . well, he wasn’t. And it was only with me, so that meant something. He made me feel as if I was the only person on the earth that mattered to him. The only one he showed this soft, sweet, lovable side to. It made what we had, however temporary it might be, all the more special.

“This is a mistake, but, sweetheart, I’ll make sure that I’m the best mistake you’ve ever made,” he said, twisting his lips into a small smile. “That I can promise you.”

Before I could form a reply, he kissed me one more time and lowered his body over mine, dropping kisses as he went. By the time he reached where I ached for him most, I was desperate. I’d have given anything to have his mouth on me. Agreed to anything. Sold my soul to the devil himself. Lucas didn’t tease me this time. Didn’t get close before backing off. No, this time he closed his mouth over me right away, and oh my God—

I curled my hands in his hair and moved my hips, closing the rest of the world out and letting myself slip away. When he’d touched me in the kitchen and made me come in seconds with nothing more than a few flicks of his wrist, I’d thought that was heaven. Boy, I had been wrong. His mouth on me was heaven. The tension in me coiled tighter, and I moved my hips faster. And when he hardened his strokes against me, his tongue driving me to edges that I’d never known existed, I screamed out, “Lucas.”

He gripped my hip with one hand and thrust a finger inside me at the same time as his tongue lashed out. I gripped his hair even tighter, yanking on it unintentionally, and he growled. I lifted my hips once, twice, and then . . .

Everything exploded, and I felt as if I flew away.

Before I could crash back down to earth, he lifted my hips. He rubbed his erection against my already sensitive clit, and I stiffened in disbelief. Stars burst in front of my vision and I came again, even harder than before. “Oh my God.”

“So f*cking hot,” he growled, his jaw hard and his body even harder. His mouth slammed down on mine and he thrust inside me with one sure stroke. I closed my legs around him, holding on for dear life, because he’d swept me away on a tide of pleasure, and I was scared I’d never be able to catch my breath again. And I didn’t want to.

He didn’t give me time to adjust to him inside me, and I was glad for it. It had been a long time and he was big, but I was too far gone to care about any discomfort he’d caused. He needed to move, take me, and claim me as his. I needed to feel him, needed to see him come as explosively as he’d made me come. His tongue swept into my mouth as his hips moved in a fast, steady rhythm, and I tasted myself on him. When he moved faster, I clung to him, climbing higher and higher all over again. He broke the kiss off and bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to nearly break me from my haze of pleasure.

But it only made it stronger.

Gasping for air, I buried my face in his neck and did the same to him, biting down to keep the cries from escaping my lips, tasting the saltiness of his skin. “Lucas . . . I . . . I need . . .”

“I know what you need, darlin’.” He lifted my hips higher and slammed inside of me, hitting a spot that I’d only read about in romance books. “You need me.”

I choked on a sob and punched his shoulder. “M-more. Harder.”

For once, he didn’t argue. He just gave me what I needed. Almost more than I could handle. My whole body tingled and went numb, and I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down till I cupped his ass. And I pulled him even closer, because no matter how close we were, I couldn’t get close enough. My heart pounded, and another sob escaped my lips. He reached between us, his fingers brushing against my clit, and he thrust inside of me completely. Then finally, thank God, all the pressure that had been building up inside of me popped. I’d never felt so incredibly free before.