Lucky Break (Lucky 3)

Jason was just beginning. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a husky murmur in her voice.

“Picking up where we left off in the barn,” he said, sealing his lips hard on hers.

With a groan, she gave in to their mutual desire, threading her hands through his hair and kissing him back just as greedily. But kissing wasn’t enough and didn’t last long. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

She inhaled deeply and let out a low moan. “You smell good.”

Everything inside him reacted to her words, including the part of him that needed to join with Lauren now. He wasn’t surprised at the urgency between them. They’d been pushing this aside for too long. So although he’d like to take her into the bedroom and make love to her slowly on a comfortable mattress, he knew this wouldn’t be the time. At least the couch was better than a scratchy blanket on a hard barn floor.

She shed her shirt next, then removed her bra, baring her breasts for his hungry view. He dipped his head and covered one breast with his lips, pulling the rosy nipple into his mouth. She tasted so hot and sweet, he wanted more. He grazed the tight bud with his teeth, then soothed the gentle bite with long laps of his tongue.

She arched her back in response, thrusting her chest forward and her breast deeper into his mouth. Her wanton, eager response excited him, making him want her pleasure far more than his own.

With his free hand, he covered her other breast, treating her to a thorough massage before focusing his attention on the waiting nipple. Too soon, she was writhing beside him, squirming in need, her soft sighs causing his groin to tighten with building pressure he didn’t know how long he could control.

He didn’t need to worry.

Lauren’s urgency matched his. She stood and quickly unzipped her jeans. He did the same. He turned, naked, ready to reach for her, but she placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered him to a sitting position on the couch.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Taking control.” She swung her legs over his and lowered herself onto his lap, not yet joining their bodies but teasing him with the possibility.

He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands over her soft buttocks, caressing both cheeks until she began to rock her body over his. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she said, her voice low.

“What would that be?”

“You don’t like me being in charge, but tough.” She leaned forward and bit his earlobe, his most sensitive spot.

She’d remembered, he thought, shuddering as she continued to nibble on his ear. He laid his head back and groaned aloud. “I’m all yours.”

Her wicked laughter inflamed his senses as her tight nipples brushed against his chest, setting him on fire. She licked and kissed her way down his neck, his chest, his stomach, her tongue dancing over his skin, lower and lower until her lips settled there.

He groaned raggedly, but she didn’t hesitate as she pulled the entire length of him into her warm, wet mouth. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven. She made him her sole focus, drawing her lips up his shaft, then back down, creating intense friction that increased both sensation and pleasure. He threaded his hands through her hair, cradling her head, while she brought him closer and closer to climax. His body tightened and his hips bucked upward, but she didn’t seem to mind. She hit just the right spots, used exactly the right pressure, until finally his body exploded in the most intense, satisfying pleasure he’d ever had.

When his head cleared, he pulled her toward him for a long kiss.

“I take it you liked it?” she asked, pleased with herself.

He grinned. “Honey, you can take charge like that anytime. As long as you know when to submit.”

Her eyes darkened and she immediately slid to the far end of the couch, stretching out her long, lean body.

“How’s this?” she asked, eyes gleaming as she extended her arm and crooked her finger toward him, beckoning him to come to her.

“Works for me,” he said, attempting not to show his surprise at the changes he was discovering in her.

She hadn’t been as bold when they were younger, and most things they’d done had been firsts for her. Now she seemed more at ease with herself and her sexuality. He hoped that time had brought the change and not experience. He didn’t want to think about Lauren and other men. On the heels of that thought came another. He needed to make certain he was the only man she remembered.

Starting now. He reached for his jeans and pulled out the condom he’d replaced after the festival.

All single Corwin men were taught by their fathers to use protection, to avoid being tied to any woman and risk falling in love and invoking the curse. He’d always thought the assumption that pregnancy would lead to marriage and then love was absurd. Either the feeling existed or it didn’t. Jason was pragmatic that way.

But he’d taken the lesson to heart for other obvious reasons, and he never went without a spare. With Lauren in town, he always intended to be prepared.

He slipped on the condom, then slid over her. Gazing into her eyes, he brushed his thumb across her damp lips, leaned forward and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.