Page 91 of One More Time
She sauntered toward the bedroom, only deviating from her quest long enough to slip her hands in the strings of her thong. She bent over at the waist, dragging the panties down her legs and kicking them away.
Lucy could feel Nicky stalking behind her, as though they had been connected by string and the thing was snapping taut.
When Nicky entered the room, Lucy circled to hisback and wrenched the shirt from his arms, scraping her fingernails across the tattoo of her name as she went. She dug in so hard that her freshly manicured tips left three sharp red lines in their wake.
She pushed Nicky roughly, turning him around and shoving him onto the bed with such force that the frame creaked when his back bounced onto the mattress.
Lucy tugged the shoes from his feet. Made quick work of his socks and pants and boxers until there was nothing but tattoos and skin on display. Until she could see his cock, rigid and weeping.
Lucy mounted the bed and prowled over him on hands and knees. He raised himself up on his elbows and put his hands over hers.
He breathed, ‘Lou.’
It came out sad and syrupy sweet. Her only response was a groan of frustration. She didn’t want his endearments. She couldn’t endure any more of his loving words. So, she shut him up with her mouth, smothering his tender moans with her prickly ones.
She pushed the nail of her index finger into his chest, right between the eyes of that California bear, forcing Nicky back where she wanted him – supine and at her mercy.
Lucy raked her teeth on his neck. Nipped at the ink on his chest. Ground her hips shamelessly into his until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
Then, with a grasp and a stretch and a thrust, Lucy filled herself up with the heat and the strength of Nicky Broomeuntil the softest part of her was no longer yielding but clasping. She dragged up and slammed down again with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs. She rolled her hips with him deep inside her, again and again, driving her clit into him so hard that it pinched with a sting that was both agony and bliss.
‘Lou,’ Nicky begged.
Lucy elongated her back, stretching till she thought her ribs might pop, and placed her nipple on his mouth. His lips closed around her, licking and sucking.
‘Teeth,’ she grunted.
When he nibbled, she clenched the muscles at her core and commanded, ‘Harder.’
He complied, and she was so grateful for the pain that she moaned, wild and shrill. She felt herself grow even wetter, hotter.
Then, finally –finally– Nicky’s hands slapped down on her ass, fingernails digging into her flesh. His hips thrust back against her hard and fast. The slap of sweat-soaked skin on skin filling what little space was left between them.
And Lucy was alive there, in that moment. Nothing but the heat and electricity between them. It was forever and it was fleeting. It was everything real and good and it couldn’t last. Lucy held it back as long as she could. But eventually, their frisson became fission and their orgasms crackled along every bone like lightning caught on a wire. They were together in that. One last time. And it splintered what was left of Lucy’s heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
NICKY
Nicky was still panting, trying to come back down to earth from whatever the fuckthatwas. It hadn’t been sex, not like any kind he’d ever had. It felt like his soul was trying to pry its way back into his body after being blasted out to space.
Lucy was splayed across his chest, her breath still coming as fast as his, even as he felt the tingle of the sweat between them drying in the frigid air. His mind remained foggy, his thoughts remote. It was only the thick, sticky evidence dripping down his cock as it softened, still inside her, that brought his thoughts close to some kind of clarity.
They lay there for what felt like forever.
Nicky could feel Lucy thinking.
It’s past midnight now. Sunday.
There was no time left for caution or fear.
‘You should come with me,’ he whispered against the top of her head.
‘What?’ she mumbled groggily.
‘You should come with me to Europe.’
He felt her muscles tense. All of them.
