Love Story (Love Unexpectedly 3)

Her eyes are cloudy with near-orgasm, but she still finds the feistiness to narrow her eyes at me. “Nope. Just wondering when you’re going to get started, make this worth my while.”

I let out a little bark of amusement, and even in my anger, I love that her smart mouth still works with my fingers deep inside her.

“Bored, are you?” I press my thumb against her and her eyes close, but she stays stubbornly silent.

All right then.

I have her flipped onto her stomach in a half a second, ignoring her squeak of protest as I press my chest against her back, nuzzling her ears. “Never got the chance to do this back then.”

“Do what?” she asks, trying to buck me off.

I lift off her, shifting backward and pulling her hips upward as I kneel behind her.

I groan at the site of her ass in the air, run a trembling hand down her slim back. Mine.

My cock nudges at her wet opening, and it takes every bit of self-control not to plunge into her then and there, taking what I want to belong to me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I thought I wanted her when I was nineteen, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel now.

Still, pissed as I am, I’d never take what she’s not offering, and I stay perfectly still. Waiting. Asking. “Lucy?”

In response, her hips nudge back, the tiniest gesture, but it’s the permission I need to wrap my fingers around her slim hips and slam home.

The sex is rough and dirty, the words coming out of my mouth and the cries coming out of hers neither gentle nor romantic, but it’s what we both need.

I hold out as long as I can, but the warm heat of her combined with the slap of my hips against her ass has me losing my mind in what feels like a matter of seconds.

Determined to take her with me I reach my hand down, pressing just above the spot where we’re joined.

Lucy arches with a feral cry, clenching around me, and my free hand acts of its own volition, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back as I come harder than I ever have before.

When I can finally remember how to think again, I slowly release her hair, and she drops her head forward, breathing hard as she sinks all the way to the mattress.

I lie beside her, the reality of how roughly I’ve just taken Lucy—the girl I once vowed to protect with my own life—creeping in.

Somehow I don’t think this is what her parents had in mind when they asked me to look after her on the damned road trip.

I lie on my back and swallow, racking my brain for what to say, when she shifts, lifting up slightly and turning her head around to face me.

I brace for the censure, maybe anger, but I make myself meet her eyes.

The lower half of her face is hidden partially by her arm, and I can’t read the expression in her eyes.

Then she lifts her face slightly, and my heart starts beating again when I see that she’s smiling.

Grinning, actually.

“We’re in trouble here, huh?”

I smile back, relieved beyond belief that she’s not going to give me the lecture I deserve.

And yet, she’s right. “Yeah, Luce. We’re in trouble.”

Chapter 31

Lucy

I’m prepared for the car ride to be tense, or, at the very least, fake cheerful, but by the time we’ve loaded our bags into the car and set off for Wyoming, we’re more or less back to normal.