Her Enemy Protector (Tempt Me 2)

“I’m a very bad girl that way.” She folded one arm across her chest to hold the lace in place and then slipped one bra strap off and then switching, doing the same with the other.

A muscle in Lucas’s cheek twitched as he watched, silent and intense, but otherwise, he didn’t move.

She lowered her arm. The bra followed. Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she licked the tips of her thumb and first finger then used them to pinch her already hard nipples, rolling them and pulling them taut.

His hands fisted, but he remained still.

“Oh, you’ll give me nothing until I lie down, huh?” she asked. “Whatever will I do?”

She released her nipple and slid her fingers lightly down her stomach to the top of her panties. Raising herself up on her knees, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and between her wet folds. Even though the lace covered her, it was see-through enough for him to have a partially-obstructed view of her fingers circling her clit in unhurried strokes. She was so turned on that it wouldn’t take long, but she wanted to come with him so she stopped and lifted her slick fingers to his mouth.

“Taste,” she said.

The word hung in the air between them.

“I will,” he practically growled. “But not like that.”

He moved so fast she didn’t see it coming, grabbing her behind the knees and yanking so she flopped onto her back. Half a second later, her panties were sailing through the air to land somewhere on the clothing-littered floor and her legs were spread wide. She figured he would dive in without any hesitation. She was wrong.

Taking his time, he kissed, nipped, and licked his way down the inside of her leg, his grip an iron vise not letting her pull away when he hit a tickle spot or one so sensitive that her hips came off the bed, her clit vibrating in response.

“No escaping now,” he said. “You started this. It’s only finished when you come so hard you forget your own name.”

The comeback on the tip of her tongue evaporated the moment his tongue touched her in firm, unhurried licks so good they bordered on torture. The feel. The sound. The electric pulses jolting through her. They were as overwhelming as they were welcome. He lowered one leg to the bed, pushing it out as far as it would go, and began to stroke her folds, spreading her wide so she was utterly and completely open to him.

The vulnerability of it crept into her head, scaring her and tugging her away from the pleasure.

“It’s okay,” he murmured against her. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. She knew it the same way she knew the northern lights would send streaks of green across the sky in the fall—and tonight she’d pretend it could be that way forever. She pushed away the fear and relaxed.

“That’s it.” He lapped at her clit and plunged first one and then another finger into her, curling them so he rubbed against her G-spot. “So tight.” Another lick. “So good.” He twisted his fingers, stroking them in and out in a steady rhythm. “So perfect.”

The vibrations started in her thighs, ebbing and flowing like waves that crashed into each other.

“Lucas.” She could barely get his name out, it was too much.

“Let it come, I’ve got you.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth while pressing his tongue hard against its base, relenting and repeating it over and over again as the sensations increased and took her higher and higher until her orgasm broke her into a million pieces. And like he promised, Lucas was there for her as she came down back into herself, slowly, breath by breath. When she could focus again, there he was, wrapped around her and holding her close. His fingers traced the line of her hip and outer thigh, getting as far as her knee before making the feather-light journey back up.

A deeper desire took hold of her, one that didn’t call for an explosion outward so much as the aching need to be filled, to be completed. “I might still remember my name.”

His quiet laugh and increased pressure of his hard cock nestled against her ass were his only responses.

She rotated her hips, relishing the feel of him against her but needing to feel more. “You’ve made me greedy.”

“For what?” He reached around and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb against her nipple.

Her breath caught. “You.”

He rolled her nipple until it peaked. “That I can give you.”

“Tonight.” There was something masochistic about her insistence on reminding herself of the temporary nature of this, but she needed to, because tomorrow was going to hurt enough without the little white lies meant to comfort that only delayed the inevitable heartbreak.

“Ruby, we—”

“Have only tonight.” She rolled so she faced him, pushed him onto his back, and grabbed the condom from the bedside table. “Let’s make the most of it.”