Page 136 of Things We Left Behind
Lucian’s nostrils flared and his gaze scored my chest, making my nipples pucker, my breasts feel swollen and heavy.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was us panting.
“Damn it, Lucifer. You owe me a new one-night-stand dress.”
“Try going downstairs now.” His words were a low rumble of thunder.
My nipples hardened to rosy points.
“You think I don’t have a backup dress in that bag?” I taunted. I leaned forward until my lips brushed his ear. “That one shows even more cleavage.” I nipped his earlobe and felt the shudder that rolled through him.
“You’re not leaving this room,” he vowed.
My snarky comeback was lost as he filled his hands with my breasts.
My head fell back against the wall with a thunk. His palmswere warm and firm against my soft, sensitive flesh. I’d developed early and spent my teen years wishing the puberty fairy hadn’t been quite so generous, but in this moment, it was all worth it.
My stoic enemy couldn’t suppress a groan of satisfaction as his hot mouth closed over one needy nipple and began to suck.
I gasped. I didn’t mean to. It seemed safer, smarter to control my outward reactions. But the hungry pulls of his mouth, the throb of his God-given erection between my legs had my head spinning.
His mouth was performing magic with tongue and suction. His eyes were closed, fringed with long, dark lashes. What he was doing to me didn’t feel like a by-product of hate. It felt like reverence.
His beard was deliciously rough against my skin. His cologne enveloped me like a euphoric fog. I bucked against his thick, hard shaft, against the heat of his body, begging for more. Begging to be taken and used and pleasured.
Too soon, he released me from his mouth, leaving my nipple straining and wet.
“We have one night,” he said.
“Then take your shirt off so we can get started.”
He nuzzled his cheek against my breast, sending arrows of fire straight to my core.
“This isn’t the beginning of something,” he warned. His tongue darted out and danced over the other puckered peak.
I sucked in a breath. “Do you always talk your dates to death before you have sex?”
“I’m simply making sure we’re on the same page.”
“I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my boobs, but frankly, we’re all in agreement. I could never date a smoker. This is just sex. Don’t make me regret choosing you tonight.”
His gray eyes danced with sterling fire, the corner of his mouth lifted in a confident smirk. With an expert upthrust against me, he filled his hands with my breasts, and I lost my train of thought.
I attacked his tie, nearly choking him in an effort to loosen it, but he was too fixated on my chest to notice the lack of oxygen. The hot suction of his mouth was driving me mad, and I was already dangerously close to coming thanks to the position of his cock against me.
Tie finally freed, I shoved his jacket off his shoulders.
He abandoned my breasts with an irritable snarl that I felt in my core and shed his jacket. I managed to register the fact that he was too busy fondling me to pick up and fold his clothes as I’d assumed Sexy Time Lucian would.
“You’re smiling,” he said accusingly.
“No, I’m not,” I snapped, forcing the corners of my mouth down.
“The only thing I want your mouth doing tonight is opening to saymy name.”
“Really? That’s theonlything?” I smirked.
In response, Lucian pulled me away from the wall. Less than a heartbeat later, I was flat on my back on the bed and he was kneeling between my legs, his hands guiding my knees wider as he stared heavy-lidded at what was revealed to him.
