Page 20 of Lorcan's Obsession

"What do you think of the apartment?" Lorcan asked as we passed his vast collection of sneakers and dark leather Oxfords.

"I'll save my comments until we unpack."

The movers arrived with the kitchen and living room furniture, and we set to work. Lorcan asked me to direct where everything should be placed. When I asked why, he just said he wanted a woman’s eye for the decor. Skeptical, I finally gave in and began organizing his belongings. It wouldn’t be my problem when he couldn’t figure out where things were the next day.

After a few hours, the majority of the items had been unboxed, and we were alone. Lorcan popped open a bottle of champagne, filling two flutes.

"Here's to the most gorgeous and most effective moving manager I've ever worked with," he toasted, handing me a glass.

“To the newest resident of the tallest building in the world,” I said dryly, clinking his glass.

Holding the flute between two fingers, I lazily strolled around the kitchen. I walked out into the massive dining area, and then turned around to face Lorcan.

"Your apartment,” I announced, “is a panty dropper. Top to bottom."

Lorcan choked on his drink before coughing out, "Excuse me, what?"

"You asked what my thoughts were on the place. Now that the furniture is in, I can give my assessment. I see many casualties trading their dignity on the floor right there." I pointed toward an inviting chaise lounge in the corner. "And this marble counter will need its fair share of cleaning up after so much f—"

Lorcan was beside me in a blink. He raked his gaze down my body, scorching with desire.

"You should know, Tristen, this is danger—"

"I hadn't finished.” I calmly set down the champagne glass. “The master bedroom is seductive, full stop. But that’s to be expected, isn’t it? And for me, it’s not even the highlight. You wanna know what it is?"

Lorcan nodded, and I stepped into his space, inching closer with every breath until our bodies were almost touching. His chest rose and fell heavily as I whispered my final verdict. “It’s that goddamn bathroom, Lorcan. Mhmm. That shower of yours? Makes me want to come."

My moan ripped the last of his restraint. Lorcan’s hand darted out, bracketing my jaw in his powerful grip.

“I want…I need to kiss you…” he growled, staring at my lips.

I groaned back, standing on my toes and tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. Boldness pounded through my bloodstream as I pulled back and laughed at the surprise on his face.

“What are you waiting for?” I taunted, locking my arms around his neck. “Someone to blow the whistle?”

He smashed his lips on mine, overwhelming me with the desire to taste him once again. This kiss was exquisite, just like last night. If possible, it might have been even better. It felt so amazing that I worried about getting carried away and wanting more than a one-time fuck with him. Would I consider a second and third time? No. So I opened up and let him imprint himself into the depths of my mind. If today was our only day, I’d get what I want and never forget him.

Our tongues danced. We rolled, plunged, devoured, each exploring the other’s mouth with the skill of a contortionist. Lorcan gripped my ass with his firm hands, lifting and placing me on the ruby-stained kitchen island.

As I settled back, he nudged my legs apart, moving closer until there was no space between us. And then he rocked into me, gently, teasing my center with the hardness growing between his legs.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I groaned, my senses exploding with pleasure.

"Is this good?” he panted, his hands dancing at the hem of my dress. “You want this?"

"Yes. I want you, Lorcan."

My palms glided up and down his bare arms, a needy hum vibrating in my throat as my legs wrapped around his torso. Lorcan walked us to the bedroom without breaking our kiss. In one move, he tossed me onto the center of his bed. Eagerly, I watched from the best position as he swung free of his T-shirt, and I gaped up at the mouthwatering eight squares that led to the deep vee. I closed my eyes in greedy anticipation.

The mattress dipped on both sides as he made his way to me on hands and knees. His warm breath fanned my cheeks before his mouth latched on my neck.

"Do you like it when I kiss you here?"

"Mmm-hmm," I purred.

Open-mouthed kisses pressed into the crook of my neck and, his teeth grazed along my collarbone with hunger.

"Your skin is so fucking soft here," Lorcan said, pinning my hands onto the mattress and tonguing the hollow spot on my neck. Plump lips warmed my skin, and I could feel the confident smile in his kisses. He knew how to make my body sing to his sinful teases.

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