Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(41)
Good Lord, did that really just happen?
When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, his eyes dark. Yeah, she was pretty sure she was about to come again. And when he pushed against her, his pubic bone pressing into her swollen, pulsing *, to her surprise, she did. She came all over his dick, again. As she cried out, her body shaking, nothing but white-hot lust was in the gray depths watching her come, and boy, was it breathtaking. If she thought being hugged by him was heaven, she was wrong, so damn wrong. Because being f*cked by Benji Paxton was out of this world.
And she wanted more.
Threading his hands in Lucy’s hair, he opened his eyes, meeting her surprised gaze as her * squeezed him.
“Wow,” he gasped and she grinned.
A real one. Dimples, bright eyes, the whole nine. Her face was red, her lips swollen, and her hair was a mess all falling in her face. But he thought she was the most beautiful creature known to man. And he’d made love to her. Hard.
“Wow is one way to put it,” she whispered against his lips. She kissed him softly and then kissed the side of his mouth, a grin curving her lips. “Jeez, I just wanted a hug.”
He chuckled, his nose moving along hers. “You started it.”
“And you finished. I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“Me either,” he admitted softly before lifting her off the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped out of his jeans and headed toward his room. “But I’m nowhere near done.”
He sat her on the edge of the bed. “No?” she asked as he moved her dress up and over her body, throwing it on the floor.
“Not even close to being done,” he said roughly as she looked up at him, her hair a mess as her lips curved. The bra she wore didn’t cover much since it was completely lace, and man, he was about to drool all over himself. “That’s a nice bra.”
She giggled before looking down at it, but when she went to look up at him, she paused at his cock. “And that’s a nice cock.”
She reached out, running her finger down the length of him and he shuddered. He wasn’t going to make it through round two, he was convinced, if she kept touching him. As she ran the tip of her finger along the head of him, he covered her hand. He met her gaze, his cock pulsating so hard, he felt it in his ears.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he teased and she grinned.
“Ha, do you really mean that?”
“Fuck no, but I can’t handle it.” He chuckled as he leaned toward her, undoing her bra and pulling it down her arms, tracing kisses along the path the straps took down her right arm. Throwing the bra over his shoulder, he drank her in. Her breasts were like he thought they would be—gorgeous. Round, thick, and mouthwatering. He wanted to bury himself between them, but instead, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and down the valley between them before kissing each peak softly. Before he could take a nipple into his mouth, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled back, helping her remove the shirt before throwing it on the floor with her bra and dress.
When she made a sound of pleasure, he had to fight back the grin. Her face was so cute, all flushed, and he wanted to kiss her. Damn bad. So he did, and when she smiled, he smiled too.
This was just right.
God, it felt so right.
Pulling back, he looked down at her as her fingers moved along his chest and abs. “Good Lord, for a guy who collects toys, you obviously don’t miss gym time,” she said, running her fingers along where his tattoo for Ava and Leary laid. She looked at it for a moment and then back up at him. He waited for her to ask, held his breath, wondering if he should tell her or do what the guys said. Hold that back, wait for the right moment. Hot and heavy sexy time didn’t seem like the right moment. Might be a mood killer; he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t lie about them, wouldn’t lie, but he didn’t want to ruin this. This was awesome. Perfect, even.
Thankfully, though, she didn’t ask. Instead, she brought him down on top of her, slowly lying back as their mouths met. He braced himself up, his mouth moving with hers as he fell between her legs, the warmth from her center teasing his growing cock. Moving his hands up, one went into her hair, and Lord, her hair was so soft. He had thought it would be, but feeling it in his hand was a whole other thing. It was flawless.
She was his kind of perfect.
Shaking, he cupped her breast, his thumb moving along her taut nipple as she arched up into his hand. Her mouth glided along his, their kisses burning hot and so consuming. As her hands came up onto his shoulders that were still aching from her nails, he pressed into her and she moaned against his lips. His mind went to mush. She was so responsive, so hot, and he was thanking his lucky stars he’d hugged her.
This was all from a hug.
It was one pretty f*cking great hug.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed down her jaw, her neck, his teeth scoring her skin and nibbling at her as she squirmed and whispered his name. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed down the center of her chest, licking each globe of her breasts before bringing a nipple between his lips. She cried out, her legs squeezing his waist as she moved herself along his cock. God, she was so wet, and it felt so good, but he wanted this to last.
He never wanted it to end.
He wanted to taste her again. Yeah, that’s what he wanted. Or he wasn’t going to last. Inching down her belly, he kissed her hip bone and then moved over to the other one as she trembled, her legs shaking. He kissed her other hip before opening her legs and snaking his tongue down the length of her lips.