Page 89 of Lie For Me

‘I didn’t like it when I thought you had gone off with Suzy.’ Lucy grimaced.

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

Lucy groaned and pressed into him and whispered, ‘This is probably a bad idea.’

Jack brushed his lips against hers. ‘Quite possibly.’ His hand drifted across her bottom, feeling the curve and warmth of her skin through the thin satin.

‘Ooh.’ She smiled. ‘You really are handsy.’

Jack laughed and said, ‘I’m being as well-behaved as possible. Your mother is just over there.’

Lucy followed his gaze.

‘Let’s get out of here then,’ she breathed into his mouth.

He took her hand and pulled her towards the exit.

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Jack shoved the door to their room shut and pressed Lucy against it.

‘What if this is a mistake?’

Lucy gasped as he slid her dress off her shoulders, his thumbs grazing the tops of her breasts.

She felt his shoulders shrug slightly.

‘People make mistakes.’

She groaned as his lips pressed into her shoulder. She could feel his teeth grazing her skin and his hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. She gasped as his fingers pressed against her flimsy underwear.

His fingers were massaging her now, and she tilted her hips to give him more access. He peeled her dress down from her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth at the same time as his fingers pushed inside her. Lucy gasped and rocked her hips into his hand, clutching onto his shoulders as his fingers pressed and massaged into her slick wetness. He lifted his mouth from her breast and covered her mouth with his, groaning softly as his tongue slipped deeper. His fingers slid back and forth inside her, his thumb massaging her.

Lucy felt weightless, as if nothing was holding her up. All she could feel in the world was Jack’s mouth on hers and his fingers.

Jack kissed her deeply, supporting her as she leaned into the wall, feeling like that was all that was stopping her from falling onto the floor. He turned her around to face the wall. He was behind her, pressing into her, and she could feel the urgency of his need pressing hard against her buttocks.

He slid his hands around and cupped her full breasts, his thumbs sliding roughly over her nipples, sending sharp stabs of pleasure into her groin. Lucy pressed into the wall for support as another wave of desire rushed through her, and then Jack’s hands were behind her, unzipping her dress, slipping it down her arms, over her hips, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of satin around her feet.

She turned to face him, naked now but for a sliver of lace. Jack let go of her and stood back. She suddenly felt exposed and foolish. She moved her hands up to cover her breasts.

‘Don’t,’ Jack said in a husky voice, reaching out to stay her hand. ‘You’re beautiful.’

Lucy swallowed and allowed him to look at her. In the dim light, his eyes were hard to read, but his need for her was not. He didn’t take his gaze from her as he undid his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His hands moved to the waistband of his trousers and undid them, his eyes on hers all the time. He stepped out of them, and then they stood, inches apart, eyes locked on each other. At the same moment, and without saying a word, they both slipped their underwear over their hips and dropped them to the floor.

Lucy felt like minutes had passed as they gazed at each other. Her heart was in her throat. She had never stood naked in front of anyone before—never just been looked at, gazed at in awe, the way Jack was looking at her now.

Feeling powerful and sensual, she stepped forward and closed the gap between them, feeling Jack tremble as she reached out and ran her hands over his chest. Eyes on his, she slid one hand lower, teasing, as she took him in her hand and started moving, slowly and gently at first. Jack’s eyes closed, and he leaned down and kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she moved her hand faster over him.

Then suddenly, he pulled her hand away. Taking her hand, he pulled her onto the bed. He lay her down on her back and then lowered himself on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his mouth finding hers. He pinned her arms to the bed beside her head, his lips moving down her throat, onto her breasts, his teeth plucking at her nipples, making her arch and groan. Lucy could feel the need rising in her and the heat between her legs. She wanted him so badly. She opened her legs wider, and he slid between them.

‘We need a…’ she managed, before another pulse of longing shot through her belly and she couldn’t finish the words.

Jack lifted himself away from her for a second.

In a gravelly voice, he said, ‘Yes, of course. I’ve got something here.’

He left her for a moment, and she heard the zip of his suitcase. Then he was back, and she heard the tear of the condom wrapper. He slid his hands under her buttocks and tipped her hips forward, and then she could feel him positioned at her entrance, pushing into her wetness. His lips were on her throat as she arched her back up, feeling the pressure between her legs.

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