“I told you you were ours, Wild Girl. And now I’m going to prove it.”
I’m so lost in his kiss that his words barely register before he kisses a line down my throat, tugging the neck of my shirt down to place bruising kisses across my collar bone.
My body immediately responds. It’s why I came here anyway, knowing that my time with Lucas would lead to this. I’m not ashamed of what my body wants. I never have been.
His hands creep up my sides before they flirt with my bra. I suck in a breath, hoping I can maneuver getting the damn thing off before he looks at it. My father picked this piece of clothing out just like he picked everything I wore, and this is about as dumpy as you can get.
He palms my breasts as he lowers his head, kissing a trail up my abdomen where he’s pulled my shirt up with his wandering hands. He keeps moving up and up until he’s so dangerously close to my bra line that nerves kick in.
“Wait,” I say.
Lucas immediately pulls away, taking his hands away from my breasts. “What?” he asks. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s...” My cheeks heat.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he says teasingly. “I know you’re not, Wild Girl. Do I need to bring up what happened in Mythology?”
“It’s not that, it’s—” I swallow. I might as well just tell him because I’ve already made a big deal about it. “It’s my bra,” I say finally.
He gets it right away. Locking gazes with me, he makes sure he has my full attention before saying, “I don’t care what you wear, Dakota. I never did.” He grips the hem of my shirt in his hands. “Can I?”
I nod, my throat growing thick. He lifts my shirt and keeps going. I lean up, holding my hands over my head as he slips it off.
I know it’s the ugliest bra he’s probably ever seen. There’s no lace. There’s no color. It’s just white, and an off white at that with years of staining and some of it not even mine.
“I don’t care what you’re wearing,” he says, moving the cup of my bra down so he can caress my nipple underneath. He does the same to the other until he closes his hot mouth over it. I buck underneath him, and he groans. “Jesus, Dakota.” He reaches behind my back, unclasping the hooks until he pulls the bra up and off, throwing it to the floor. “Is this what you wanted to happen when you came in here?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Stone got you hot earlier. He told me,” Lucas says, flicking his tongue over my nipple.
I swallow. I guess Stone was right when they said they told each other everything. “Actually, I think it was the book I was reading.”
“Liar,” he growls. “You don’t have any books here.”
Damn. I’m caught. I lift his chin to meet my gaze. “Even if he started it, it’s going to be your name I scream.”
His wild eyes turn molten before me. “I’m going to hold you to that, Wild Girl.”
He kisses his way down my body until he gets to the hem of my sleep shorts. He hooks his fingers around the elastic band and yanks them down, panties and all. He discards them and doesn’t leave me time to think. He pins my knees to the bed, kneeling between my legs.
I’ve fantasized about this before while touching myself. I’ve imagined what the flat side of a tongue would feel like, lapping at me. His gaze meets mine before his tongue darts out, rolling over my clit. My hips come off the bed along with a low moan that emanates right from my core.
He keeps my gaze, flattening his tongue as he laps at me. His eyes are hooded as he yanks my hips against him. I cry out, unable to help myself as Lucas loses himself in pleasuring me.
My heart ricochets inside my chest. My breaths come in short pants as I watch him work.
He pulls away. “Mmm,” he mumbles, licking his lips, and there’s something so erotic about seeing him taste my juices on him. He lifts his hooded gaze. “Tell me that you’re ours.” I thrust my hips up and reach my hands into his hair, but he pulls back, giving me a devilish grin. “You already know it, Wild Girl. Just say it. Say you’re ours. I’ll make it worthwhile. You already know I will.”
I let my head fall back down to the bed. Lucas’s breath coats my pussy, teasing the pleasure he’s already gifted me with and promising me even more if I just obey.
He plays his hands up and down my thighs. “You taste so good, Dakota. Are you going to deny me another taste?”
I squirm on the bed. It’s stupid to hold this back. I’m already lost to them even though I don’t want to admit it to myself. “I’m yours,” I say, tipping my hips up again. “Just tongue fuck me, please.”
Lucas lurches forward, sucking on my clit until I cry out. A fiery sensation courses through me until he lets it go. “Say you’re ours.”
My fingers curl into the sheets. “Fuck, Lucas.” I shift my hands to his hair again, pulling his lips to my clit. “I’m all of yours.”
Lucas yanks me against him in a bruising kiss, his tongue lashing out expertly, flicking over my clit, lapping, and sucking in a rhythm that takes me high in no time at all. I breathe out in frenzied gasps and cries that surprise even me.
“You promised me you’d scream my name,” Lucas reminds me.
No reminder needed. I hold him there, rocking into him in time with his movements. “Fuck,” I gasp out. I already know it’s coming, and it’s coming quick. “Yes,” I cry. A guttural moan pours from the back of Lucas’s throat until it vibrates all the way through me.
