Page 85 of Empowered
Chapter 23
“Don’t hold back.” Sarah, liberated from every piece of clothing bedecking her torso, landed on Lucas’s bed late in the evening.I’m not staying the night at my place.Not with her mother taking over her room for as long as she was staying. “Counting on you, Luke.”
He yanked his undershirt over his head. “You can always count on me.”
“Prove it.”
He fell on top of her, his hands going straight for her wrists and his mouth crashing against hers. Sarah’s legs encircled his waist and brought his hips closer to her crotch. “Making me prove myself to you every damn day, I swear…”
I like reassurances, okay?Sarah wanted to know that this man couldn’t have anyone else but her. Everything beyond this apartment was a wasteland of busy-bodies and jealous ex-wives. If Lucas was willing to spend the rest of his life defending Sarah’s honor, so be it, but she was more interested in feeling this love of his spread through her body.
Even better if he speared her with his cock.
“We’re wrecked,” he groaned against her skin. Sarah reached down and rubbed his erection through his trousers. Where was the zipper? “Wrecked every fucking day.”
“As long as you’ve got my pussy, it’s worth it, right?”
His invigorated growl transformed into approval. “Depends on what I do with it.”
“Fuck it, of course.”
“Fuck it with what? You gotta help me out here, Angel.”
He really did love his dirty talk, didn’t he?
“Just fuck me. Now.”
Good enough for him, apparently. Before Sarah could ask again, he smothered her with a kiss and thrust between her legs.
It should’ve been bliss.
Itwouldhave been bliss if it weren’t for the ringing doorbell.
“Ignore it.” Sarah grabbed his shoulders, enticing him to stay between her legs by grinding her thighs against his. “Anything they want they can come back for later.”
Didn’t that always work? Lucas considered his caller for two seconds before shoving Sarah back down and continuing to make love to her.
Yet the visitor persisted.
“Fuck.” Lucas sat up with a start, hands going straight to his disheveled trousers and the erection within. Sighing in defeat, Sarah rolled over and grabbed his undershirt.So much for that.Hopefully the feeling wouldn’t be dead by the time he came back from dealing with a courier or whoever it was. “Sorry. It might be from my lawyer.”
“Can’t he email you? I’m dying.” The day had been stressful enough to make Sarah sleep for another day. “I need you to fuck me. Like… now.”
“Sorry, Angel. Trust me. I want to make your wishes come true.” He finished putting on the bare minimum amount of clothing and went into the other room. Sarah pushed herself up and grabbed one of his gently worn T-shirts from the back of a chair. As soon as it was on – nipples poking through, because she was aroused andwhy not –she followed him to his front door. She might as well see what this bullshit was about.
She should have stayed locked in his room.
“Oh, good.” Jill Blackbourne pocketed her Prada sunglasses the moment the door opened. “Your slut’s here.”
“Oh, good!” Sarah was already waving Jill off as she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “The ex-wife’s here!”
“The hell do you want, Jill?”
“Sorry, am I interrupting? Thought that maybe you’d have other things on your mind, with what’s going on in your life right now.”
“Watching the news, are you?”
She pushed into the spacious rental with nothing but amusement on her face. Her dark and curly hair was pulled back from her face and into such a tight bun that it was no wonder she was a cranky bitch.Yet I can totally see Victor in that face.Until then, Sarah had assumed the cheekbones were all Blackbourne, because Lucas had a nice pair of his own, but Jill’s were identical to her son’s.
