Page 97 of Guarded from Danger

“I want to watch you,” she says in this sultry voice that only comes out when we’re making love. “Take off your clothes. Right there. So I can see everything.”

Fuck. I love it when Lucy makes demands like this.

“Of course.” Gripping the neck of my shirt, I slowly pull it over my head. “Anything you want, gorgeous. I’ll do it.”

As I undress, her gaze is glued to me, her chest rising and falling quickly. She pushes her shirt up and plays with her exposed nipple, teasing it until it’s rosy-pink and hard.

Shit.

Touching Lucy’s breasts myself is amazing. But watching her touch herself…

“God. You’re so damn beautiful.” Dropping the last of my clothes to the floor, I climb onto the bed and brace myself over her.

Lucy looks up at me, a smile playing at her lips. “So are you.”

I move her shirt to expose her other breast, plucking at the poor, ignored nipple with my fingers until it matches the other.

“We have a problem,” I tell her, desire roughening my voice.

“Oh?” She widens her eyes at me. “What’s that?”

“Well. I’m naked. And you have entirely too many clothes on.”

“Hmm.” A beat, and then, huskily, “You should probably do something about it.”

“You’re right. I should.”

And then I do all the things I was fantasizing about only minutes ago.

Peeling off her T-shirt and shorts, kissing each inch of satiny skin as it’s exposed.

Then her lacy panties, which nearly make me swallow my tongue when I see them. “Are these new?”

“Yes.” A pleased smile curves her lips. “I know red is your favorite color. I thought you might like them.”

“I love them. But I think I’ll love them even more off.”

Once the scrap of lace is removed, I drape her legs over my shoulders and dip my head between them.

She’s already beautifully open for me, flushed pink and damp with arousal. I lap at her, taking that little bundle of nerves in my mouth and sucking.

As Lucy’s hips start to thrust towards me, I place a hand over her belly, holding her down. Then I plunge one finger inside her, feeling her inner walls clutch at me, the tiny muscles already quivering.

When I add a second finger, pumping both of them in slow strokes, Lucy moans. “Xavier. Oh. I want?—”

I lift my head, meeting her gaze. “Soon.”

“Oh—”

But all thoughts of plans and schedules are forgotten as I focus on bringing her pleasure. On watching the flush of arousal move from Lucy’s cheeks to her chest. On her pink-tipped breasts, marked by faint reminders of my kisses. On her heavy-lidded eyes, dark with desire, begging me without words to be inside her.

Finally, when I can feel her about to finish, I move so I’m above her. I’m achingly hard and slick with excitement as I nudge at her center, my need for her a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

I mean to draw out the moment, the anticipation, but Lucy isn’t having it.

She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls us together, taking all of me at once.

And fuck.

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