Page 27 of Crown of Smoke

"Maybe I like knowing you care." The words feel a little too revealing.

Her fingers spread across my chest, but she doesn’t push me away as I expected she might. I watch her gaze take in my chest and then lift to my mouth. "Your jaw is swollen."

There’s no denying the electric current zapping between us. We could light up Boston with it.

I lean in until our foreheads nearly touch. "That's not what you're really thinking about."

"No?" Her voice quavers, but there's a challenge in those blue eyes. "What am I thinking about, then?"

The last thread of my control snaps. I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp as I pin her fully against the wall. She tastes like mint and something sweeter, her lips soft despite the bruising force of the kiss.

Lucy melts into me with a whimper that shoots straight to my groin. Her hands slide up my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin until they tangle in my hair. The slight sting when she tugs makes me growl against her mouth.

Yes, yes, yes, runs in an endless loop. I break away just enough to drag my teeth along her jaw, down the column of her throat. Her pulse hammers beneath my tongue as I taste the salt of her skin. When I bite down gently, she arches into me with a breathy moan that echoes off the bathroom walls.

"Flynn." My name on her lips sounds like a prayer and a curse wrapped into one.

There’s a moment when I think to push her away and tell her who I really am so I can hear my real name from her divine lips. But I don’t want to break the spell of this moment. My dick would never forgive me.

So instead, my hands slide up her legs, lifting the skirt of her dress and pressing her more firmly against the wall. Thank fuck, Lucy wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me with a desperation that matches my own. There’s no hiding my arousal in these thin shorts. My dick is tenting them. I grind against her too, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

"Flynn,” she says again, and I capture her mouth to stop her from calling me that. My tongue slides against hers. The taste of her is intoxicating. Every soft sound she makes drives me crazy, makes me want to tear off her clothes and take her right here.

My hand slides between her legs. When I reach the lace of her panties, I find her dripping wet. There’s no coming back from that. The need to have her here, now, is so fierce. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.

I brush against her through the damp fabric, and she lets out a broken moan that echoes off the bathroom walls.

"You're so wet for me already." I nip at her earlobe and then trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.Mine. The possessive thought blazes through me as I rub my fingers over her clit.

Lucy's head falls back against the wall, exposing more of her throat to my hungry mouth. Her hips rock against my fingers. I remember how she touched herself in the tub and I try to mimic it. I press harder against her clit, circling through the fabric.

“This is how you like to be touched, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she says on a gasp.

“You think of me when you touch yourself, don’t you?” I’m on the verge of giving myself away, but I can’t seem to control myself.

“I… ah…”

“Makes me so fucking hard, knowing you think of me while you play with yourself."

“How’d you?—”

I kiss her hard. “I came so fast thinking about you… thinking about this hot, wet pussy of yours.” I rub her clit in circles. “I have to fuck you, Lucy. I need it so fucking bad.” I’m aware that I’m in a bathroom in a warehouse fight club. It’s not the place a woman like Lucy should be fucked. She deserves a soft bed with clean, crisp sheets. But I’ve never felt so desperate for a woman in my life.

I tug the panel of her panties aside and with my other hand shove my shorts down. In one hard thrust, I’m inside her and my world tilts on its axis.

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LUCY

Oh, my God. My breath is ripped from me as Flynn drives into me, fills me. I should push him away. This is exactly what I promised myself I wouldn't do. But my fingers curl into his sweat-dampened hair instead, pulling him closer. His growl vibrates through my chest as he presses me against the wall.

“Fuck yes… you feel so good.” Another searing kiss steals any verbal response I might have. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips. The rational part of my brain screams that anyone could walk in, that this is insane. But when he begins to move, all rationality dissipates. There’s only sensation.

I melt into him, letting out a small whimper as his fingers dig into my skin. Every touch sets my nerves on fire. My head falls back against the wall as his mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping sensitive flesh.

The bathroom door rattles. My heart leaps into my throat.

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