Page 181 of Things We Left Behind

My hands fisted in my lap. Good enough for me. “Drive faster,” I told him.

My breasts felt heavy and swollen. My clitoris was throbbing. And I was so wet, I was thinking about renaming my lady parts Costa Rican Rainy Season. He’d let me taste him. He’d let me take him in my mouth. My heart pounded at the near victory.

The tires squealed when he zipped past my driveway andpulled into his. Neither of us said a word as the garage door rose in front of us. I didn’t ask why he’d brought me here instead of my place. I didn’t care. As long as he was about to touch me.

He pulled forward into the garage, and we were both out of the car in the span of a heartbeat. We met in front of the hood, and he took me by the hand and dragged me to the door. He slapped the garage door opener and manhandled me inside.

I was definitely not complaining that the touching moratorium was over.

Inside the ruthlessly organized laundry room, I shoved his jacket off his shoulders. It landed on the tile, followed by the coat he all but ripped off me.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said between kisses as we exited the laundry room and entered the kitchen area.

“Good,” I muttered, kicking off my boots. One landed under the dining room table; the other made it to the kitchen.

He grabbed me and kissed me until I couldn’t think straight. The hot, hard pressure of his mouth, the dominating strokes of his tongue. I felt cool air and realized he’d stripped my skirt right off. My sweater came next, leaving me in nothing but thigh-­highs, my bra, and my soaking wet underwear.

Lucian’s gaze heated as he took a moment to sweep my body. “How am I supposed to not touch you when this is how you look?”

“Nothing’s stopping you now,” I said.

He opened his belt and I started to lose my mind. The zing of leather as he whipped it free made me tingle from head to toe.

He slid his thumbs in his slacks. I paid no attention to them as they pooled at his feet. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the black briefs that were failing to contain his cock.

I definitely lost my mind because instead of sexily unbuttoning his shirt, I yanked with both hands and sent buttons flying in every direction.

His smile was wicked. Evil. Like I’d just done something that had earned a punishment. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

“I hope you don’t expect me to pay for that,” I told him.

“I can think of a few things I want besides money.”

He hauled me against him and boosted me up with one hand on my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and plastered myself against him. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest.

We were moving. He was carrying me somewhere. I didn’t care where as long as he stopped long enough to put that monumental dick inside me.

My back met drywall. He pinned me against the wall with his hips and opened the front closure of my bra with one deft flick. His growl made my blood simmer in my veins. I lived for that sound of approval. My nipples were hard, straining toward him like flowers following the sun.

He dipped his head and fastened his mouth over one lucky nipple.

“Gah!” I said as he applied the perfect amount of suction, drawing the pink nub deeper into his mouth.

I bucked against him, dangerously close to coming already.

I could feel the bare, wet head of his penis as it prodded my thigh.

He lavished my breast with attention until the ecstasy had my head thunking against the wall.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough and ragged.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He moved on to the other breast, the other jealous nipple.

They felt so full and heavy. Every suck released a letdown of pure pleasure.

“Goddammit,” he murmured, lips moving against my breast.