Page 102 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
I step closer and brush the back of my knuckles over one tight bud. “Should I help you catch up?”
She makes that sound again—like air catching in her throat.
So I kiss her. Deep. Dirty. With a hand around the back of her neck and the other at the small of her back, guiding her exactly where I want her—against me, thighs pressing together like she’s trying to hide the way her body is begging.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” I say against her mouth. “Ever since we signed it.”
“No,” she whispers.
Liar.
I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties. “You’re already wet, Liv.”
She doesn’t deny it.
Instead, she breathes out, “Lucian?—”
And that’s when I sink to my knees in front of her.
She stiffens. “What are you?—”
“We offer great benefits, Doc,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her hip. “Allow me to show you some of them.”
I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and tug them down. She lets me. Eyes wide, lips parted, that breath still caught somewhere behind her ribs.
When the panties drop to the floor, I groan.
“Fuck me.”
“Is that a request or an observation?” she manages.
I lean in and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Both.”
Then I part her legs and run my hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips as I look up at her cunt—bare, slick, and already glistening for me.
“Lie down,” I say. It’s not a question.
She does.
Back against the pillows. Legs open. Vulnerable in every way that matters.
And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you,” I whisper, dragging my mouth up the inside of her thigh. “All that attitude. All those snarky texts. And you’re lying here dripping, waiting for me to taste your pretty little cunt.”
She gasps, her fingers curling into the sheets.
So I do.
I lick her slowly—broad, possessive strokes that make her hips jerk and her hands claw at the comforter. I take my time, savoring the way her body shudders beneath my tongue, the way her thighs tremble when I suck her clit into my mouth and hum.
“Lucian,” she moans. “God, Lucian?—”
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them just right.
She arches. Breath catches.
And that’s when I know I’ve got her.
