Page 139 of A Very Merry Enemy
I tip my head back, letting the water run over my face and hair. “I’m so close.”
“I know, I can taste you,” he says.
“Lucas, please.”
“Please what?”
“I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, Peaches.”
“You. Inside me.”
The look in his eyes steals my breath.
“We’re getting there, babe.” He closes his eyes and continues to work my clit with his mouth while giving me two fingers. The combination is overwhelming in the best fucking way possible.
I steady myself on his shoulders as the pleasure builds.
“That’s it,” he says against my pussy. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out his name, my body clenching around his fingers. He holds me steady against the wall, whispering how sexy I am. I ride his fingers, loving how it feels, even if it makes me blush.
“That’s it, Peaches. Take what you want, like old times.” He continues to tease my clit, and the heat builds again.
“Fuck, Lucas,” I whisper.
“Oh, my greedy girl has returned,” he mutters against me. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, wanting and needing to come again.
“So fucking wet,” he says, grabbing my ass. “So fucking mine.”
I tug on his hair when he claims me, guttural groans I’ve never heard before release from my throat.
“You belong to me now,” he says against me. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I confess into the quiet. “I’ve always belonged to you, Lucas.”
My body can’t take any more, and I nearly lose my balance as the second orgasm rips through me. He holds on to me, steadies me. Lucas laughs as he kisses back up my body to my ear. “Love the way you taste.”
Once I’ve come back to reality, I take my time washing his hair first, running my fingers through it like he did for me. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch, and I love seeing this big lumberjack of a man so vulnerable with me.
When his hair is clean, I lather my hands with body wash and explore his body. I take my time, learning the new scars and the way his muscles shift under my touch. When I wrap my hand around his cock, he groans, and his head drops back against the tile.
“Feels so good,” he says.
I drop to my knees in front of him, the shower water cascading over both of us.
“Holiday—”
“Let me.” I look up at him, and his eyes are full of want. “I want to taste you.”
His hand slides into my wet hair. It’s gentle but so damn possessive, I squeeze my thighs together. “Okay.”
The first taste of him makes me hum with satisfaction. I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I hear him groan above me.
