I bet I’d get addicted.
One taste. One feel.
And I’d be ruined.
“It looks like you’re the one losing.” She lifted a brow as she scanned my body, landing on my erection. It almost touched her belly. I wasn’t just hard; I was raging.
The air became stifling, hot, and humid, but the air conditioning blew without an issue. The sexual energy between us crackled, and a shadow on the other side of the door caused Lucy to jump.
“Nervous?” I rubbed my jaw along hers, the rough scratch of my beard sounded like sandpaper on her flesh. The slight inhale of a sharp breath made me grin.
“Not a chance,” she said, never taking her eyes off my cock.
“See something you like?”
With a determined expression on her face, she leaned in closer to me. “I see something I’m starting to despise.”
“You’re lying to yourself, sweetheart.”
“I am not your sweetheart, sweetheart.”
Her feistiness caused precome to dribble into my pants and a wet spot spread on my thigh. I wasn’t ashamed. I knew that if I cupped her pussy right now, spread my fingers between her folds, she’d be drenched with need for me, her wet hole aching to be filled with my cock.
“Ms. Green?” Barbara’s raggedy old voice was muted being on the other side of the door. “Are you in there, Ms. Green?”
I pressed my finger against her lips to keep her quiet, and her eyes dilated as her lips parted. She flicked her tongue out, and the very tip grazed my finger. The small stroke had a direct line to my dick. It was like her mouth was sucking me down her throat. I was on the verge of coming in my pants, and if I did that, I was going to make her clean me up.
With her mouth.
“She isn’t here, Barbara. She went on an errand for me,” I said, cocking my head at Lucy. She never broke eye contact with me. “Isn’t that right?” my tone hushed against the shell of her ear.
“Oh, alright. Do you need anything, Mr. Stoneridge?”
“I’m all set, Barbara. I have everything I need right in front of me.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, and Barbara’s shadow hobbled away, leaving me alone with this maddening woman again.
“Why are you fighting me?” I questioned her. “You feel what is between us. I know you do.”
“I felt more Tuesday night than I did right now. Right now, you’re proving yourself to be like every other man. I already have one stalker; I don’t need another.”
I tsked, shaking my head with disappointment that she thought I’d be a stalker. I gripped her chin between my thumb and palm. “Stalkers are weak, Lucy. I’m not a weak man. Unlike a stalker, I don’t hesitate to take what I want.”
?
??What? You like to play with your food?” She placed her hands on my chest and pushed, but I hardly moved. “Who am I kidding? I bet you like to chew it up and spit it out. I’m not going to be that for you. If you think for one minute that I’m going to be that for another—”
I yanked her head back by the thick of her hair, and she whimpered, a high-pitched sound that told me she was turned on. “—Shut up, Lucy. Just shut up.” I couldn’t take it anymore, I smashed my lips against hers, hoping like hell all this build-up meant nothing, that I’d feel nothing and I could push her out this door and never think about her again.
She shoved at my chest, making me break the kiss, and both of us were breathing hard, nearly gasping. “I want to hate you,” she said, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“No,” I shook my head. “No, you don’t.” She wished she could, but wishes didn’t come true that easily.
“Shut up, Godrick. Just shut up.” She yanked me to her by the fabric of my shirt, violently pressing her lips against mine. The softness of her lips disappeared, and all I felt was the blunt force trauma of her angry lust. Her teeth nipped mine, and I didn’t hesitate to nip back. The taste of iron filled my mouth, and it only made my want for her grow, the need for her consuming.
My fingers pulled her hair out of her clip until the red locks fell down her shoulders like a heavenly fire. I groaned against her mouth, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my waist. The hem of her dress lifted a few inches, and my hands touched the bare skin of her thighs, close to her ass.
We rolled against the wall, knocking my degrees and plaques off and onto the floor. My back was against the wall this time, and I didn’t like to be in a position where I felt dominated. I flipped us again, and my erection fit between the space of her thighs perfectly, as if it was always meant to belong there. Our tongues dueled, fighting, lashing with temperamental confusion about what was happening right now.
Something that shouldn’t be happening.