Page 73 of Puck You Very Much

“As if that’s not why you wear them. To drive me crazy.”

“No. I wear them to make me taller,” she whispered, amused. “Driving you crazy is merely a bonus.”

“You don’t have to make yourself taller,” he said quietly as she pulled the hose down her legs to her ankles. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

He saw her swallow, her eyes shining and her cheeks blushing, before she murmured, “You’re only saying that because you’re so incredibly turned on right now. Besides, I have to take the shoes off or I can’t take off my nylons.”

“Lucy,” he whispered in a rough voice and looked at her intently. “I’m so turned on because you’re standing in front of me. In my whole life, I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

She liked the truth, didn’t she? And that was what he said.

For a few seconds, she stared at him with her lips parted, then cursed softly and, in the next moment, tore the nylons to shreds while pulling her panties over her shoes and climbing back onto the bed.

“God, what are you doing to me?” she whispered and kissed him, kissed him with such intensity and desire that tiny electrified bolts of arousal shot through his body and demanded immediate relief.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressed her soft breasts against his hard upper body, and pushed her thighs open with his so that the tip of his penis stroked her wet center.

Lucy whimpered, bit his lower lip, and raised her head.

“Nightstand,” she whispered and he automatically reached out to grab a condom from the drawer and hand it to her.

She ripped open the packet, knelt over him, and slid the condom over his length agonizingly slowly. Her hand on his cock was almost too much for him, but he didn’t have time to think about it for long because the next moment, Lucy sank down on him. She took him in inch by inch.

God, she was so fucking tight. So damn good…and then he was inside her to the base and she started to move.

Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long. His whole body was on fire as she pulled away before sinking down on him again, her hands on his chest, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“Lucy,” he whispered with difficulty, moving toward her, thrusting whenever she pressed down on him. With one hand, he grabbed her hip so he could penetrate her even harder. With the other, he slid between her legs. He sought out the hard bundle of nerves, rubbing roughly back and forth…before pressing his thumb against it.

Lucy came with a gasp. He felt her contract around him, felt the waves that made her body tremble as he drove further into her, pulling her hips roughly against his.

Cursing, he followed her. The orgasm raged through his body, flowing through it like a hot lava of pleasure. And when Lucy fell trembling into his arms, kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck, Dax momentarily felt as if he were no longer on earth. Rather, he was floating ten thousand miles above it.

“Shit,” he whispered, kissing her back, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in her scent.

“Why do men swear so often during sex?” Lucy asked, still breathless.

“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t usually swear in bed.”

“No?”

“No.” He lifted her head in his hands, kissed her gently, and gave her a lopsided smile. “You must be something special.”

She laughed. “Careful, or it might go to my head.”

“It should go to your head,” he murmured forcefully. “Because, shit, you’re fantastic! And Lucy…”

“Yes?”

“We’ve only just begun!”

Chapter 21

Life was good.

No, life was fantastic.

Dax couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so carefree and happy.

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