“You feel incredible,”he tells me.
The sensations are too much,it’s too heady. “I need you. I need you inside my body. Please, Caleb,tell me youhave a—”
I don’t even finishmy sentence before he’s palming his jeans and producing a condom. He makes quick work of putting it on, and I’m glad he’s in just as much of a hurry as I am. His hands grip my hips—that seems to be their favorite place—and he lifts me effortlessly until his cock is lined up with my entrance.
“Is this what you want, Lucy?”he asks, leaning up to brush a kiss across my lips. The movement brushes our bodies together and makes my sex weep.
“This is what I want,”I tell him as I sink down on his length, my body stretching in the most delicious way. When he’s seated fully inside me, we share a look. There’s more going on here than I can admit right now, so I’m the first one to blink, the first one to move, the first one to distract us from the intensity of our bodies joining together. I pull up, needing the friction. The emotion passing between us is too much, and I need to ground myself in his touch. I need to flood my senses with each touch, each thrust.
Soon,Whit is moving with me, just as lost as I am. “You’re a fucking goddess, Lucy. Look at that body. Watch the way you move. You feel that? You feel how hard you make me, Lucy?”
His words spur me on,and I’m chasing an orgasm I know will never come, but God, I feel close. Whit knows how to work my body, how to heighten my desire.
He biteshis lip and looks at me. “Fuck, Lucy, I’m so close. God, do you feel that?””
I cryout because he feels so good. I lower myself down again, meeting his thrust and riding him. “I need you,” I tell him, and he nods in understanding before pistoning up once again and throwing his head back as he gives in to the orgasm coursing through his body. He shudders and moans, and I swear I’m still feeling aftershocks as I lie in his arms and drift off to sleep.
* * *
Whit
“Oh my God!”
I’ll be honest,I’ve envisioned Lucy screaming those words many times. But never like this. She’s sitting up, palms covering those beautiful tits, and a look of sheer terror on her face.
And really,what am I supposed to say? Should I apologize for last night? Because I’m not sorry, not at all. No matter the deals we’ve made, the arrangement we had or the huge fucking complication that is our parents’ marriage, I want Lucy Alvarez.
Of course,in my fantasies, she never wakes up in a panic.
“Lucy,”I say, my voice calm. But instead of turning toward me, she scrambles to the edge of the bed, leaps out and starts rushing around the room like a madwoman.
“Where are my panties?!”
I shrug.“Probably in the couch somewhere? Luce, it’s damn near noon and we’re alone in a warm bed. What the hell do you need panties for?”
“It’s 11:47!”
“And that’s panty-time?The fuck am I missing here?”
Her eyes dartaround the room and she lunges under a wingback, emerging triumphant with that damn flannel.
“Actually,Luce, if memory serves, you weren’t wearing panties last night.”
Her face blooms scarlet,and she stares at me, as if she’s just now remembering everything that went down last night.
And damn,that hurts.
“I...we…I can’t even think about that right now, Whit. I’m late! I need to get to the airport!” She races upstairs like she’s being chased by a wild animal.
So,of course, I follow her.
I leanmy still-naked body against her doorjamb and watch with fascination as she packs at warp-speed. She’s mumbling to herself and grabbing at random things, clearly frazzled.
“Chill,Lucy. Take a minute and get your thoughts together. You want some coffee?”
“No,I don’t want coffee. This is no time for coffee, Whit. I. AM. LATE. I need to finish packing, find pants, and call for a ride.”
“Ok,how can I help? And what time does your flight leave?”
