Page 204 of Boss of the Year
“You want to love me?” I asked. “Then do it, please. I don’t want to fight this anymore either.”
His groan was deep, wrecked, a man undone. “You know what it does to me when you beg.”
Gently, he unraveled my legs from around his waist, set me back on the ground, and dropped to his knees. The cold dawn nipped at my thighs as Lucas pushed my skirt up and tucked it around his shoulders. His fingers hooked my simple black underwear to the side.
“Lucas—” I gasped.
“Hush, baby.”
Then his mouth was on me, his heated tongue moving with slow, steady strokes that built pressure until I was arching, gasping, coming apart at the seams.
“I missed this,” he murmured as he feasted. “Missed you.”
I was close.
So close.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Stop,” I panted, tugging at his shoulders. “Lucas—stop. Come here.”
He looked up, lips slick, breath uneven, a typhoon brewing behind that blissful expression.
“I need more.”
Immediately, he stood, picking me up by my thighs in a single fluid motion that had me back up and legs around his waist, this time reaching between us in a frenzy to release his thick erection into my waiting palm.
“Marie,” he choked out. “Christ—baby—we don’t have a?—”
“I don’t care,” I said as I angled my hips to take him.
His entire body jolted as he slid deep inside. “Oh,shit,” he gasped. “Fuck.You feel—Jesus.”
“No,” I said with a smile. “That’s me.”
He grinned, and I swore, the sun didn’t need to come the rest of the way out.
His hips began to move. Slowly at first. Then faster, and harder, finding a rhythm that seemed to come from the heartbeat of the earth itself.
The bark scratched at my shoulders, the cold air bit my thighs, but all I could feel washim.
Lucas groaned against my throat. “You were supposed to hate me. Supposed to forget me.”
Another thrust—deeper this time. “You were never supposed to let me in again.”
My fingers dug into his coat, moans escaping me with every hard, wild movement, every word he spilled into the curve of my neck.
“But I couldn’t stay away,” he went on. “Couldn’t stop wanting you. Dreaming of you.Needingyou.”
He grabbed my chin, his pace faltering just long enough to kiss me on an animal groan. Then he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Please, God. I’m the one begging you now, Marie.”
Another thrust that made me sob. Then one more that nearly unraveled me.
“Tell me what’s in your heart.”
The orgasm coiled inside me, furious and tight.
