Page 29 of This Time Around

He ignores the warning, as if it never left my lips, and I do the same, falling victim to the one thing I have always wanted.

I commit every motion to memory, as if time slowed, when in reality everything is unfolding in a rapid blur.

Our first point of contact is his right hand wrapping around my jaw, pulling me into a kiss. My attention quickly drifts to the veins peeking out from below the dark ink of his tattoos, only to be stolen away by a kiss, fast and urgent, yet tender. His lips envelope mine in sensual movements, and when his tongue parts my lips, I melt. His beard is rough on my skin, and fuck, I love it. He pushes me into my apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Fuck, it’s just as hot as it is in the movies.

As he moves us farther into the apartment, he takes one hand and snakes it around my thigh, scooping me up to wrap my leg around his waist, the other leg following on its own accord. I knew Lucas was strong, but the way he just picked me up with one arm like it was nothing has me soaking through my panties already, I’m sure of it.

“Cash doesn’t get to be the one who changes your life, do you hear me?” he announces, slowing our kiss, his lips never leaving mine.

“Ok,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.

“He’s not the last fucking guy who touches you, I am. But that mother fucker will be the last one who hurts you,” he states with conviction, quickening his pace.

“Ok,” I yank him into me for another heated kiss.

“You’re mine, B. You are fucking mine. Do you hear me?” he commands.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Say it, B. If you want me, say it.”

“I’m yours. I’ve only ever wanted to be yours,” I respond as he positions me down on my bed.

“Good! Now be a good fucking girl and get out the toy you had in the woods,” he orders as he reaches his arm over his head and peels his white t-shirt off with one fluid motion.

Oh, now that’s hot.

I follow his instructions, and lean over to my nightstand drawer and retrieve the toy in question. When I look up at him, I pause, taking in the sight before me. He is standing in nothing but his jeans, every ripple of his abs reflecting the light as it flutters through the window. The ink that does indeed go from wrist to shoulder, illuminated.

Luke is in my room, half naked, for me and the sight is fucking delicious.

The thought pulls my attention to the giant bulge in his pants, pressing hard against his zipper.

“Take your fucking shirt off B. As much as I want to undress you myself, I don’t want to miss a fucking thing. I want to see every fucking part of you,” he demands.

“What happened to mister nice guy?” I chuckle as I look down at the oversized t-shirt I am wearing. Knowing other than my panties, it’s the only thing I have on.

“Baby, there is nothing nice about the things I am going to do to you.” My arousal pools in my panties.

“I’ve been waiting too fucking long to touch you. I promise I will take my time and worship every fucking inch of you eventually, but not today, baby. Today, I need you, B. Today is about satisfying a craving.”

I peel my shirt off as he stalks towards me and pulls me in one swift movement to the end of the bed. Snaking his hands behind my knees, he pulls them up so my feet are flat against the mattress. In smooth, calculated movements, he then takes one hand and pushes my knees apart so I’m spread wide open for him, all while using his other hand to pick up my toy. With the flick of a button, it is pulsing in his large hand. He scrolls through the settings before he settles on one.

“What does this do, B?” he asks, inspecting the movements.

“It… um…” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “The curved side goes inside. It massages my g-spot, and the open part, it… um… wraps around my clit and sucks. It’s supposed to simulate oral, when I’m alone,” I respond with bated breath.

“Is that what you like? Oral?” he asks, bringing the toy to my clit and running it over my panties.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“Answer my question, B,” he teases, pulling the toy away.

“Yes, I love it,” I answer.

He returns the vibrating end to my panties and runs it in slow circles over my clit as he leans down and whispers in my ear.