Page 94 of A Very Merry Enemy
“Yes,” I whisper. “I remember everything.” My breathing quickens.
His bourbon breath is hot against my ear. “You were a bad influence.”
“You were, too.” I breathe out.
My hand trembles as I slide it inside my jeans, but outside my panties. I can feel how wet I am through the fabric. A gasp escapes me as I add pressure.
“That’s it,” he whispers.
I unbutton my jeans and move a hand inside my panties. “I want you so bad.”
“I know.” His lips brush my ear. “Slow circles.”
Overwhelming pleasure overtakes me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Keep going.Imagine it’s me touching you. Just like you’ve been doing.”
A moan escapes, and he buries his face in my neck. His lips are hot against my skin as they trail down my throat, kissing and sucking.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispers against my neck.
I whimper and move faster as pleasure builds tight in my belly. His mouth is everywhere—my neck, my ear, the sensitive spot below my jaw that makes me gasp, but not on my lips.
“Chase it. Your body is yours. Your pleasure is yours.” His voice is rough against my skin. “No one else gets to tell you what to do anymore. Claim it.”
The words break something open. Tears stream as pleasure builds higher. His mouth is relentless on my neck.
“Lucas,” I gasp. “I’m?—”
His teeth graze my earlobe. “Come for me, Holiday. Let go.”
I unravel as the orgasm rips through me, and I cry out into the darkness of the tent. Lucas’s mouth is on my neck, kissing me through it as I shake and tremble in his arms.
Wave after wave. My body remembers. Remembers this. Remembers him.
When I finally come down, I’m nearly gasping for air, but Lucas never lets me go. His face is still buried in my neck, whispering soft words against my skin as he inhales me.
“I’ve got you.” I feel him smile against my neck and pull away.
He takes my hand—the one inside my panties—and brings it to his mouth.
His eyes lock on mine as he sucks my fingers.
He hums. “After all this time, you still taste like peaches.”
I laugh-sob. “Lucas.”
He pulls me against his chest. I can feel how hard he still is. But hedoesn’t push.
Just holds me.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For giving that back to me.”
He kisses my forehead. “Watching and hearing you come apart? A fucking fantasy.”
