Hot Pursuit - Denise A. Agnew [32]
He nodded. “Where do we go from here? What do you want out of this relationship?”
Good question. “I know that I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting you. Can we take things step by step this week and discover where we land?”
His arms drew her to him, and her arms went around his neck. Nestled close, she couldn’t help but notice how quickly his body reacted to her. His cock pressed against her, and suddenly all she could think about was how to get him out of those jeans. As if he could read her mind, he gently released her.
“Sounds like a great idea.” He drew his sweater over his head and tossed it on the couch. “Is it hot in here?”
“I think it just might be.” She didn’t hesitate. She drew her sweatshirt over her head, unsnapped her bra, and yanked off her sweatpants and panties.
“God, sweetheart.” His voice was strangled, choked on desire. His eyes blazed with it, and he reached down to unbuckle his jeans, unzip and make short work of them. He tossed them on his sweater.
Lucy’s insides blazed with need. His briefs didn’t hide much—his cock strained against the fabric. Her body reacted as if she hadn’t had sex in ages, her desire flooding her with moisture. God, she wanted him so much.
She walked into his arms, and they came together like lightning.
Chapter Eight
Vic groaned as he took Lucy’s mouth. He cupped her sweet backside in both hands and squeezed. She shimmied against him. Fire erupted in his groin, a raging need to fuck and fuck hard. She’d surprised him by upping the ante and stripping so fast. But he liked it and it made him want her even more. They had all the cards on the table now with nothing to hide. Nothing to pretend. They were together for as long as they wanted to be, their consciences clear, their minds blurred while sex took them over.
Her kiss held nothing back, her tongue searching in his mouth, tangling with his. He advanced as she retreated, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and searching her interior with plundering force. Whimpers built at the back of her throat as she clutched at his shoulders, as her nails bit into him with a sting that made him gasp into her mouth.
She lifted one leg and curled it around his hip. He helped her, catching a strong but silky thigh under his grip. Holy crap, he couldn’t take much more of this. He grabbed her butt in both hands and lifted her until her legs wrapped completely around him.
Frantic to be inside her, he tore his mouth from hers. “I want you.”
“Yes.” Her breathy reply matched the desire in her eyes.
Moist heat rubbed along his cloth-clad erection. Oh, yeah. She was wet.
He carried Lucy down the hall like that, her body wrapped around him as if she’d never release him. For a moment he thought he could stay like this, her body a part of him, forever and he’d die happy.
“Vic,” she gasped into the side of his neck as he marched into the dimly lit bedroom.
“Yeah?”
“Please hurry.”
Oh, yeah.
He’d like nothing better than to be deep inside her pussy right now.
She snapped on the dimmer switch and soft light glowed in the room. Her eyes seemed lit from within by excitement, and he wondered if his looked the same. Within a few seconds he’d feel her fire and he couldn’t wait. Need ate him alive from the inside out. He gathered her close, took her mouth and allowed his body to take control over his mind. He wanted to be inside her, but he also wanted her screaming for it, writhing and burning for him to fuck her. He backed her into the bed.
Challenge filled Vic’s eyes, and Lucy knew she could match him. She trembled again, but this time from an overwhelming need to have him inside her. She opened the bedside drawer and tore one condom off the strip. She reached for his cock and admired the thick, long length. She would lick it and taste it later. She needed him inside her this instant. He reached out for the condom in her hand, took it and ripped it open. Seconds later his cock was sheathed. Before he could move, she turned her back to him and leaned over the bed, palms down to present