Page 177 of Things We Left Behind
I reached out and cupped the hard length of his erection with my palm.
He closed his eyes and pressed himself against my hand.
I gripped himhard, and those gray eyes opened. He returned the favor by cupping my breast and squeezing.
I was dizzy, breathless, so turned on I was afraid I was about to combust.
“I thought we were done,” I said, even as I began to stroke him through his slacks.
“Do you want to be done?” His knee nudged my legs apart.
That hand kneading my breast was driving me to distraction.
Why did I have to be the one to say I wanted him again? Why couldn’t he say it?
The beat of the music pulsed through me as our bodies inched closer in our dark corner of sinful secrets.
“Someone might see us,” I said, ignoring his question.
His fingers slid inside the scoop of my sweater and dipped beneath the flirty edge of my bra to capture my needy nipple. My legs buckled, but I didn’t fall. Not with his knee between my legs, his hard thigh making contact with my aching center.
I sucked in a breath.
“Tell me you want me again,” he ordered as his fingers tugged at my nipple.
“What if I’m over it?” I breathed.
His grin was sinful. “I can feel how wet you are for me through my pants. You’re not over it.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“If I thought for a second I could get away with it, I’d have you bent over the bar with this tiny excuse for a skirt flipped up around your waist and my cock inside you.”
My core spasmed recklessly at the image his words painted. Lucian could give a master class in dirty talk.
“Oh boy,” I squeaked.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
I swallowed hard. “I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more orgasms. If you think you can deliver them.” The rigid length of his penis pulsed under my grip.
He tugged harder on my nipple, sending ripples of sensation echoing through my body. “I think I can manage to wring a few more out of you. If you can find a way to keep your insults to yourself.”
“I can’t promise that.”
It felt so good to be touched by him, to know that I was minutes away from being treated to his spectacular body.
“You two aren’t fighting again, are you? ’Cause I can reattach those electrodes real fast,” Knox said from behind Lucian’s broad back.
I jolted and released my grip on Lucian’s cock. He took his sweet time removing his hand from my shirt.
Apparently neither one of us had noticed that the song had changed and that our friends had returned. I ducked under his arm and stepped around him. I felt his grip on the back of my skirt and understood what he wanted. I positioned myself between Lucian’s bulging erection and everyone else’s line of sight.
“They’re definitely fighting,” Lina said, taking a good look at my face. “She’s all flushed and he’s grinding his molars.”
“We weren’t fighting,” I said. “We were…”
“Having a discussion we need to finish,” Lucian filled in. He gave my ass a hard pinch under the hem of my skirt.
