Page 38 of Cruel Longing

“For now,” I responded.

“Good.” His eyes lit the way the lightning canvassed the room. “I’m done with business for the night.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t say I was.”

“Too bad.” He grabbed the empty glass from my hand and tossed it on the floor. “I think there are better ways to spend a tropical depression.”

I moaned the instant our lips met. I wrapped my fingers around his neck as his tongue found mine, tangling and flicking more possessively than before. I leaned against his body, knowing it by heart. I tried to forget it, but it was impossible not to remember how we aligned. How I fit against him. With him.

He kissed me harder and longer. I lost my breath.

His hands threaded through mine, drawing them from his shoulders. He maneuvered me to the bed. The plan was going off the rails. It probably had the instant Ciro showed him into my apartment.

Nineteen

LUKA

Did she have any idea what she was doing? I doubted she knew the effect her body had on me. Her voice. Her long hair. The scent of her shampoo. The back of Amara’s legs hit the bed. I lowered her gently to the mattress, pulling the tie on her belt. It made a swish sound as I released it from her waist.

The fabric fell to the side of her chest. I growled, realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra. I quickly lowered my head to her right nipple. Lashing over it with my tongue. Teasing it with my teeth. Amara seized in air, gripping the back of my head. She pressed hard against the back of my head. I wanted to inhale her.

“Shit,” she murmured. “Luka.” I fucking loved it when she called my name.

I smiled with her tit in my mouth. I’d always loved her breasts. Perfect. Round. Full as I cupped them with my hands.

But she caught me off guard when suddenly she wiggled out from under me and was planted on top of my body.

“What the fuck?” I stared at her mischievous smile.

“Something wrong?” she purred.

“No,” I answered. “Not at all.” I folded my arms behind my head.

I watched in amazement as she shimmied out of the layers she wore. I finally realized it was a one-piece ensemble, wrapped and tethered to her body with a single band. It landed in a pool of fabric at the foot of the bed. I inhaled deeply, taking in the pure beauty of her naked body. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever been with. Nothing had changed.

“Amara,” I growled, but she hushed me with a single kiss before she began to slide along my body, dragging the athletic shorts she had given me with her to the floor. Shit. My cock bobbed forward. Hard and aching for her. There was no way to hide the want I had for her.

The woman was on a mission. Her eyes were hungry. Ravenous. She crawled toward me. I moved backward on the bed, giving her space to operate. I threaded the T-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groaned as her lips began to hover over my dick. It was throbbing. The vein along the side pulsed with the rhythm of her breath. She leaned forward, her tongue lightly caressing the tip, tasting, hesitating. Driving me fucking wild. She licked the full length from root to tip, like she owned me. Owned my fucking cock.

“Mmm.” She opened her mouth with a slow kiss.

I watched in awe as she assessed what she was dealing with. My shaft was wide, but Amara was ready for it. Her gorgeous lips opened as I fed her the width, pushing farther with each breath. She sucked, taking me deeper each time. There was a sexy determination in her eyes. She wasn’t intimidated. The storm raged on outside her bedroom.

My head rushed with blood as she swirled her tongue with precision, slowly building pressure. Sucking. Dragging me deeper in her throat. I grunted, knowing I was getting to a dangerous place on the scale. It wouldn’t take much to tip me toward coming in her mouth.

But I wanted to take my time. I wanted her. I wanted her body in new ways. Under mine. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes when I made her come. It couldn’t end this soon. I had to fight off the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she pushed her lips over my full length, sucking on the rigid lines of my erection. I thrust upward in her mouth. Enjoying every second. Her throat relaxed and I found new depths. New ecstasy.

I grabbed the back of her hair, twisting it in my hands. I tugged against her as I pumped wildly, knowing I had a limit. A threshold I couldn’t break if I wanted the night to last. We could outlast the tropical depression. The power outage. The breaks in the dams and the levees. It was always supposed to be us against the world. What happened to those plans we made?

My spine began to tingle. She moved over me, taking me in and out. Was I at her mercy, or was she supposed to be at mine? The bullseye in my back told me I was running out of time to make that decision.

Our eyes locked and I watched her go wild with my cock in her mouth. Fuck me. She was gorgeous on her knees. I’d craved this for years. I’d dreamed it. Imagined what my cock would look like between her lips, sliding along her tongue, grazing her throat one thrust at a time. I gave her a few more seconds, before I took control of the situation. I had another objective.

She sputtered with shock as I repositioned her, popping my shaft from her mouth.

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