“God, Sparx,” she groaned, rolling her eyes closed as she ground against him. “I want you.”
“Are you sure, Lucy?” he asked. Wanting her—no—needing her to say the words out loud. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because I can give it to you.” The promise was delivered with a swirl of his fingers that had Lucy opening her legs wantonly to give him better access. “I can give you everything I have, but I need to know that you’re sure.”
It only took a split second for Lucy to mount him and take what he was offering. Her hands braced on his shoulders as she fully straddled his body. Her eyes were shining with a lust so feral it made his breath catch and his cock even harder than it was before. Hard and thick directly underneath her scorching pussy.
“I want everything,” she said, her eyes unwavering where they were locked on his. “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about…a lot you need to explain to me, but I know that you’re the one I want. No doubt.”
Sitting all the way up, she centered her bare pussy over the ridge of his crotch. They were only separated by a layer of leather. A thin, well-worn leather that molded to his body.
“What about you?” Holding her arms out to her sides, Lucy fully bared her nakedness. “I might be more than you bargained for. Both literally and physically, all things considered.”
“What does that mean?” Sparx gripped her hips hard to keep from reaching up and cupping one of the gorgeous breasts that had been taunting him since he arrived. They were larger and heavier than he originally thought they’d be. The reality of her bounty made his mouth water.
He licked his lips, wishing he had permission to nibble the blush-colored tips that were crinkling under his gaze. “You’re just what I want, what I need.”
Lifting her hands to hold the breasts he was going to now be forever obsessed with, Lucy squeezed the globes in her hands. “I’m a big girl, Sparx. Everywhere.” Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her ass in what he guessed she thought was an innocent twitch.
It was not innocent by far. Especially since it made him almost come in his pants.
“And, I’m a klutz,” she continued in a sad voice as she went over all the preconceived faults she felt the need to confess. “I trip over nothing and can’t afford to wear white anymore because I always have to replace whatever I stain. I’ve even had to quit a job over it when that was part of the dress code because I literally couldn’t afford to work there. That’s why Rue calls me Goose. Everyone called me Lucy Goosey because I always made things fall apart. I’m a mess.”
“You’re not a mess,” he started, nudging her hands out of the way so he could take over massaging the tits tempting him. Then he forgot what else he was going to say. “You are not a mess,” he repeated.
Stop squeezing her tits and concentrate!
“What about my big ass?” she questioned, leaning into his touch as he rubbed his thumbs around the puckered tips.
“I love this ass.” To prove his point, Sparx let go of the beauties before him and clapped both hands against the cushion she offered up to him. Hard enough to make them jiggle.
“Good,” she groaned, rolling her hips and thrusting out her tits. “How about we move on to the mating then?”
“You sure?” he asked once more, forcing the words out of his mouth, even as he wanted to do nothing more than take her mouth again.
“Positive,” she moaned, hitching her hips back and forth to a beat he was beginning to hear as well.
Pulling her down into a kiss, Sparx gave his mate what she needed.
Him.
Chapter Twenty
She couldn’t remember when a kiss had ever felt as electrifying as the first time their lips met. The second time, third time, and fourth time were pretty spectacular as well. In fact, every single time they kissed, the passion behind their connection grew. As if they were feeding the fire instead of quenching it.
It was that fire that was urging her to suckle at his tongue, imagining all the other parts she could nibble and suck on.
Deep down, Lucy knew she was out of control. She knew and didn’t care one bit. Her body and her thoughts were so concentrated on Sparx that she’d given up fighting it. Now she was embracing it.
With every twitch of her hips, she slicked against the front of his leather breaches, feeling the thick length of him beneath the cloth keeping her at bay. The excitement she felt racing through her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced—not like she had a whole lot of experience, but still.
All things considered, she should be at least a little scared of how she felt…the way she was acting, right?
Strangely, instead of being scared, she was secure in the knowledge that this was right. The yearning she had for Sparx was exactly as it should be, and, on some base level, she reveled in the fierceness of the lust she felt for him. It was one of the reasons why she’d stopped trying to muffle the noises he was tearing from her throat. She’d gone far past moaning and groaning and had succumbed to the inability to do anything more than whimper as he bit and sucked at her neck between treating her lips to the same carnal passion.
“Need.” The one-word demand all she could muster.
“The first time will have to be fast,” he said, his jaw tight as he fumbled with the latch on the front of his pants, his knuckles brushing the top of her pussy every now and then. “Once the edge is off, I will make it longer for you.
