Page 71 of Under My Skin
Straightening so she can have a little more space, I let my hands rest where my elbows just were, my arms caging her on either side. With a laugh, I say, “Why do you have to ask that?”
Her frown deepens, this time revealing the crease between her brows. “Because I want to know.”
My hands grip the desk on either side of her a little harder, andI’m glad she’s facing this way so she can’t see how much she’s unnerving me. “You were on my mind, I guess.” She waits like she’s expecting more, and I rub the back of my neck. “Come on, don’t do this to me, Luce. You know why I drew you. You’re everywhere. You’re the first thing I see in the morning, you’re sleeping in my bed at night, and you’re in my head for all the moments in between. I didn’t even mean to draw you. It just sort of—” I forget how to speak when Lucy slowly lowers to her knees in front of me.
Her hands find the front of my jeans, and she innocently looks up at me. “You were saying?”
I swallow. “Luce, what are you doing?”
Her delicate fingers unbutton the front of my pants, and my cock twitches as she lowers my zipper. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I groan, and a soft smile pulls at her lips. “Luce,” I rasp again, but there isn’t much conviction in my voice. I’m not about to stop her, and we both know it.
As much as I’d love to keep my eyes locked on her face inches from my groin, I look up and scan the streets outside. It’s quiet tonight. The doors are locked, everyone’s gone home, and the desk blocks us from anyone’s view anyway.
Dropping my gaze back to her, I run my hand over her head, and her eyes flutter shut. Twisting a lock of her ponytail around my fingers, I pull until her face is angled toward me. “Go ahead,” I say with a nod.
“Go ahead,” she echoes. “Keep drawing me.”
I huff a bewildered laugh. “What?”
“You heard me,” she says, and the heat behind those eyes intensifies as soon as she frees me from my black boxer briefs.
Wiping a hand over my mouth I dare to look outside again, because seeing Lucy’s perfect face so close to my cock might be more than I can handle. Someone passes by the shop, but I couldn’t tell you anything about them. By the time they pass, Ican’t even remember if they were a man or a woman. All I can think about is Lucy. Even if I’m not looking at her, the image of her on her knees in front of me has taken over, like looking directly at the sun and still seeing the outline long after you close your eyes.
I’m still staring out the glass storefront when I feel her perfect mouth wrap around me. Cursing under my breath, my fists clench on top of the open sketchpad, nearly crumpling the paper. How am I supposed to think straight with her lips around my cock, let alone draw something?
Let alone drawher.
She takes me in deep enough to hit the back of her throat, and I brace myself against the desk before looking down. Those captivating eyes stay locked on me as she flattens her tongue against my shaft and hollows out her cheeks.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I brush my thumb across her cheek as she takes me in again, her eyes fluttering shut at the contact. Even like this, there’s a vulnerability to her—a softness that can’t be faked. My fingers weave into her hair, and I dare to guide her movements.
She goes to pull back, probably to remind me about a certain drawing I’ve abandoned, but I tighten my grip on the back of her head to keep her in place. “Oh, no you don’t,” I say, the words coming out in heated breaths. “I’ll finish the sketch. I’ll draw nothing but you from now on if it’s what you want. But not right now.” She sucks hard and my hand clenches in her hair. “Right now, I want to watch.” Still holding the back of her head, I gently thrust my hips forward. She moans as she takes me in deeper. Fuck she feels good. With each thrust of my hips, she meets me, matching my pace and bringing me closer to the edge with every eager twist of her tongue. She brings her hand to the base of my cock where she pumps me into her mouth while her tongue expertly works the tip. I don’t want to look away, but I’m so fucking close my head falls back. My fingers tightenin her hair as I feel my release building in the base of my spine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I get my bearings enough to force my attention back to her just in time for me to come in her perfect mouth. I watch her face the moment I spill onto her tongue. I memorize the way her eyes shut as she swallows. And I lose myself in her just a little bit more.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
LUCY
Well,sex homework completed. If only I could finish his damn logo now. I don’t know why it’s taking me so long. I care about all my jobs, but as simple as this one is, it feels special. Everett deserves something great, and I want to deliver.
I glance at him standing behind the desk under the dim glow of the lamp. He has the sketchbook open in front of him as he runs his pencil over the page. He’s drawing me, like I asked him to. The only stipulation? I have to sit out of reach, and I can’t stare the whole time.
As if on cue, Everett lifts his gaze from the page to find me staring. I can’t help it. There’s something so attractive about seeing him focused this way. We lock eyes, and just having his full attention is enough to make me squirm, the heavy heat settling between my legs. If a man is going to look as good as him, I should be allowed to stare. From his dark, perfectly mussed hair to his deep, brown eyes, to the black ink decorating both arms . . . no one would blame him for having an ego, but the fact that he doesn’t might be the hottest thing about him.
He points down at my tablet to redirect my attention, and I bite back a smile as I try to refocus on his logo. I saytrybecausedespite having found the right font, all I can think about is what it was like to watch him fall apart.
Focus, Lucy.
It’s just a matter of getting all the letters spaced properly and aligning the words in a way I find aesthetically pleasing. I can handle at least that much.
I’m probably overthinking it.
“How’s the logo?”
Everett’s voice startles me from my lust-infused haze, and I quickly hug my tablet to my chest until I remember he can’t see my filthy thoughts there, only the logo.
