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“Get used to it.”
The air thins. He lifts my hand and kisses my wrist. My pulse flutters against his mouth.
He pulls away, eyeing me. “Enough?”
“No.”
“More?”
I close my eyes. “More.”
“Tell me something true,” he whispers against my skin, his hot tongue lashing the inside of my wrist.
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Of me?”
“Of how much I want you.”
His mouth moves higher and softer, finding that vulnerable spot on my neck. “Same.” His confession settles in my chest.
I tilt my jaw, offering him more, and he takes it. Slowly. Carefully. Like patience itself could seduce me. His lips linger at my throat, each kiss like a match dragged across my skin. My breath is shallow, ragged, but I don’t say enough.
“More,” I whisper, ready to beg.
I’m rewarded by his hand slipping up the inside of my thighs.
“If this is a game, do you want me to play with you? Touch you, tease you between those pretty little thighs of yours? Maybe even lick you, here?” His fingertip brushes my clit over my panties, and I jolt like I’ve been struck by lightning.
My entire body strains toward him.
“You want me to?” he asks.
“Yes.” The admission escapes me faster than an exhale.
I want you to ruin me for what I’m about to do to you.
CHAPTER TEN
Erin
His finger vanishes. The inside of my thighs turns cold. My eyes snap open. “More?”
“Soon.”
Lucian’s mouth distracts me, tilting against my skin with a sensation that feels like satisfaction, like a predator finally closing in. His hands move higher, thumbs resting just beneath the swell of my breasts, not quite touching.
Only promising.
He cups me slowly, deliberately, through the thin silver fabric, and my knees press together as a rush of heat floods lower. He groans into my neck, the sound low, involuntary, like I’ve torn something raw out of him.
“I should take this off you,” he says, hands sliding down my body and tugging lightly at the stretchy hem wrapped around the tops of my thighs.
I swallow hard and dare him. “Then do it.”
He pulls back to look at my face. “I will. But you’ll be over my lap when I do.”
“What?” I read his rules, the things I agreed to, and the naughty, delicious things he might do to me. Overwhelmed by everything else, they might have slipped my mind.
