Page 7 of Hurricane (Happy Hour #1)

Lucian

S kepticism lines her face as always.

She doesn’t trust easily, especially me.

All I want to do is get her away from this lying bitch.

But we’ve had a breakthrough tonight that I don’t want to ruin as fragile as the progress is in our relationship. “So you’re just going to hang out with her like nothing’s wrong?”

Her nose wrinkles, exasperated that I’m questioning her.

“No! We’re not going to hang out . I have class tomorrow and finals to study for. Then I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

I try to be sympathetic to her weary tone. But the image of her wet and naked turns my cock to stone. I know she feels my rock-hard dick with her smashed to me.

She rolls her eyes and tries to wiggle out of my grasp. “Really?”

“Can’t help it, love of my life. You’re a temptation even when you’re dry and clothed but when I think about you up against the tile in New Orleans I can barely take it.”

Her lips part with a deep intake of air.

Almost of its own volition, her perfect body arches deeper into me.

I’ve impacted her as much as she’s impacted me.

“Just like you could barely take it, remember. You kept trying to collapse on me, but I knew you loved me pounding into you until your legs gave out.”

A nod and shaky breath respond even before she whispers. “I did. I loved it.”

I did too, and I need more. I spin her around and easily glide my hand under her shirt and down into her jeans. Wetness pools on my fingertip nestled between the plump lips in her panties. “Then I found that honey-scented conditioner which helped me work my way into that sweet, tight ass of yours.”

“Lucian stop.”

A warning that has no truth behind the words as she pushes her pussy harder into my palm. She doesn’t want me to stop. She wants to come again. Just like I do. “And I played with this needy clit until you cried. You were stuffed so full of me you didn’t know what to do.”

“Please…”

“Please what, gum drop? Make you come that hard again. Make you come so hard that my hand drips with your juices that I coat my cock with and drive hard into you again right here in this living room for everyone to hear you scream.”

Her groan of pleasure is music to my ears. I finger fuck her while my free hand moves to her mouth. I slide in my thumb. “Suck.”

Like the good girl she despises herself to be, she does. Drawing on my digit as if that will make her come quicker.

“Six long years I waited for you. Fucking my hand with your face in my mind. But I knew none of that could do justice to the real thing. And, I was right.”

Her head falls back to my shoulder, and I miss the sensation of her tongue on my skin.

“You never slept with anyone else?”

Disbelief sounds in her raspy tone. For once, I surprise her in a good way. “Nope. Once I knew you were mine, Hurricane, I refused to fuck another woman.”

The tables turn unexpectedly when she twists around. Wild emerald eyes scan my expression looking for duplicity. Since there is none, I don’t have to worry.

Dainty fingers clutch the knot of my tie, and she yanks me down, so we’re face to face. “You’re telling the truth.”

Well, with this invitation. I have no choice—I move in and kiss her.

No lie—she tastes even more potent than before. All fire and need and ecstasy.

This time she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she matches my intensity, and I growl in her mouth. When she responds in kind, I grab her ass and lift her up, practically thrusting into her when she coils her legs around my waist.

Forget waiting until our wedding night. I carry her to her bedroom and slam the door shut behind us with my foot.

Before I can rip off her top, a shrill female voice screams out telling us to be quiet while my phone starts buzzing like crazy because I’m late for a meeting I can’t miss.

Fuck.

Colby pulls away, breathless and laughing at the circumstances. I don’t know what she finds so damn funny. I toss her onto the mattress. “This flimsy bed wouldn’t have survived me fucking you anyway.”

Unable to help myself, I chuckle when she huffs and props herself up on her elbows. “Good thing I’ll be sleeping in it alone then.”

Uncertain if she implies tonight or forever, I don’t take the bait.

As much as I want to spend the next thirty minutes with my cock down her throat, I really have to leave or the deal I’ve brokered will go to hell.

“Get some rest, dumpling. I’ll pick you up in the morning for breakfast. I’m in the mood for some honey toast.”

I wink and hustle out before she throws something at me.