“Let me kiss you, Lucy.” He ran his hands over her back, holding her tight. “Before you take off anything else.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
His mouth claimed hers, and the world around her spun out of focus. She pressed against him. Her lips and tongue demanded more. His palms ran over her ass and squeezed. She arched into his touch.
We’re not going to make it to the bedroom.
She drew back from his kiss. “Do you have a condom with you?”
He laughed. “I came prepared to make love to you the minute I saw you.”
“Oh thank goodness.” She slipped her hands under his t-shirt and pressed her fingers into the hard ridges of his sculpted abs. “Now, it’s your turn to lose the clothes.”
Grinning, he released her and pulled his shirt off. “But you should know that I’ve been tested, and I’m clean. I should have told you the other night on the beach.”
“Jared.”
“You have a right to know that it had been a while since I was with anyone else. And I wouldn’t have touched you if I wasn’t sure. I have too much respect for—”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “Please don’t mention my brother. I know you care about him, but, please don’t.”
He caught her hand in his and drew it away from his mouths. “I would have stayed away out of respect for you, Lucy.” He spoke in a low, firm tone. “I don’t give a damn whose sister you are. You deserve a man who will do everything in his power to keep you safe.”
“Jared.” She met his intense gaze. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have stumbled away. One step. Maybe two.
“And that’s not all.” He smiled at her as if he had a secret that would melt her stockings off.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and shifted her to one side. Then he moved behind her and dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck. “Lucy, you deserve to
see your dreams come true.”
He placed his palm flat between her shoulder blades and gently guided her forward. Her hands reached for the fourth step as he explored the curve of her back. “And Lucy?”
“Hmmm?” she murmured, stepping her feet apart. She could hear him drawing down his zipper.
“Your brother is the last thing on my mind right now,” he added, lifting his hand off her back.
“Mine too.” Her chin dropped to her chest as her bottom pressed up. Behind her, his jeans rustled. The sound of the condom ripping followed.
And then, finally, she felt him pressing against her, begging for entrance. She tightened her grip on the wooden step. Her heels rose up as if she’d slipped into an imaginary pair of glass slippers. He responded by sliding into her. Not all the way. Not yet. Delicious pleasure rippled down her legs.
“More,” she whispered.
He teased her with another inch and then another.
“Not funny,” she said, rocking her hips back to demand more and more from him.
“Not laughing.” His hand wrapped tightly around her hips. He thrust hard and fast into her.
“Jared,” she gasped. Her body rocked from the momentum. The muscles in her legs and arms threatened to buckle. But she wanted to remain strong. He felt so big and powerful behind her. He thrust into her as if he’d forgotten the meaning of control. She looked over her right shoulder, twisting her torso just enough.
“Fuck.” He exhaled the word through clenched teeth. His muscles constricted, and his fingers dug deeper into her skin as if trying to keep her hips from torquing around his cock. He lifted his right foot and placed it on the bottom step. Then he thrust deeper. Harder.
She closed her eyes.
I could live right here . . . chasing this orgasm forever . . . loving the feel of him inside me.
“Look at me,” he ordered.