The Seller

An answering echo of lust sprang free deep inside her. She could feel the damp heat of her desire between her thighs.

He wrenched her bra straps down and eased the cups down, so that her breasts were exposed. Naomi groaned and arched her back.

He took one nipple into his mouth. The other nipple was between his thumb and forefinger and he was working his magic, with tongue and fingers, alternating, driving her mad. Her hands locked on his broad shoulders, holding on for the ride.

He grasped the waistline of her pants and wrenched them down, tugging them around her hips and off the length of her legs. Then his fingers moved down the sides of her sheer lace panties.

Naomi's head went back, her hair spilling across the cabinet top. It was here she packaged up people's purchases and popped them into gift bags bearing the shop's name. Would she ever be able to stand there and do that again without picturing Lucas Eaglestone spread-eagling her over the same wooden countertop, his head between her thighs?

At that very moment, he bit the mound of her sex through her underwear. "Oh, my God!"

No, she would never be able to stand here without thinking about this moment. He lifted one of her legs and crooked the knee, positioning it over his shoulder.

He didn't wait to get the underwear off, pulling it one side with his hand.

She heard the fabric give way and snap. Then his breath was warm on her skin and she didn't care what he did to her underwear. When his mouth closed over the mound of her pussy, Naomi forgot how to breathe. His tongue tantalized her clit, tracing circles around it before he sucked it into his mouth, holding it there while his tongue stroked from below.

She nearly passed out.

He thrust two fingers inside her, anchoring her to him.

His warm breath over her sensitive folds made her want to beg him to take her to the bed, but she was weak with lust and could no longer put up any resistance. He pushed his hands under her bottom, lifting her as he went down on her, devouring her with his mouth.

Naomi almost passed out. She glanced down and saw his thick black hair fall forward while he worked her. She thrust her fingers into it, holding onto him. Her clit felt unbearably tight and hot, and so sensitive.

Lucas sucked hard on her clit and thrust another finger inside her, brushing against her sensitive spot with his knuckles.

The sudden rush of release made her arch and twist.

Panting loudly, she closed her legs together as soon as she felt him pull away. "You, my dear, are delicious." He grinned.

The man was outrageous. Naomi gasped, then her thighs touched and she was made aware of her own state of wetness. Frustration coursed through her. How thoroughly he'd made her his, and how fast she'd forgotten her resolve.

Keep him at arms length? That hadn't lasted long.

Then she looked at him.

Was it any wonder?

"What happened to taking it slowly?" She glared at him.

"Your cunt is on fire, you needed me."

The room spun. She ’ 'd walked out on this man, and mere hours later he had her on her back with her legs open. "Maybe," she managed to say, "Maybe I'd be better off turning you away."

She gave him a provocative stare.

He answered by cupping her head, kissing her – with the taste of her orgasm on his tongue. His mouth was firm and persuasive, and when she moaned in protest his kiss became more aggressive. He thrust his tongue between her parting lips, slowly moving in and out. The action was rhythmic and slow and made her arch against him, her core alive with desire.

Seized by desperation for more, she tore his shirt buttons open, dragged her fingernails across his chest then nuzzled the skin, brea

thing him in. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like an eternity, just as he'd said. His scent stirred her senses to delirium. "Lucas, wait…"

"No." Groaning with lust, he tightened his grip on her hips. "I can't wait another moment." Again he squeezed her pussy, making her whimper in response. "You walked out on me. I need to be inside you."

Gulping in air, she tried to deny him, to make him wait. It was crucial she reassert herself. She couldn't just let him charge in here and act as if nothing had gone wrong.

But it was so hard to deny him, especially because she wanted him so badly. They were going to have to fuck, nothing surer. "Let's try to make it to the bed."