Page 37 of Empowered
It certainly was not as one-sided as it had been the night before. Last night, Sarah had been a passive participant in that kiss. Now? Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her tongue searching for his as desperately as his wandered her mouth for hers.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!Was that a command, or a desperate plea? Sarah was in trouble, regardless.No, no, no, this is bad, this is wrong.That was the rational side of her. The irrational, sex-starved side? Wanted her back on the table and this man between her legs.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered between kisses. Sarah lost her damn mind and unzipped his trousers. Without thinking about it, her hand slipped inside his boxer-briefs and grabbed his hardening cock. “You’rekillingme.”
Sarah’s back didn’t end up on the table, but it found the nearest wall within five seconds.
“Don’t play games you don’t intend to finish.” His voice rumbled through her, like his cock continued to swell in his hand. “I swear to God, Sarah. If I don’t fuck you again…”
“Mr. Blackbourne.” Where had that husky breath come from? “You’ve never fucked Sarah before.”
“My place or hers? Or does she want me taking her here in a damned restaurant?”
Precum dripped down her palm. Sarah closed her eyes and sighed, imagining this man banging her against a restaurant wall while other well-to-do people dined outside, talking of private schooling, the latest fashions off the runway, and what to do about mistresses who gabbed too much.
“Right here.”
In a perfect world, Sarah would have received her cake on a platter and wolfed it down in the same instance. Wham. Bam. Orgasm. This man’s thick cock back inside her, getting to work at getting them both off.Give it to me for real this time.She didn’t want it on her chest. Didn’t want it on her face. Not on her ass and not down her throat.
But her own zipper was barely down and both of their buttons undone when Lucas cursed against her throat and pulled his cock away from her.
“I don’t. Have. A. Condom.”
Each beat pounded against Sarah the way this man should have been pounding her. “So?” she hissed back at him.Didn’t stop you last time!
“So unless you’ve got one, we need to raincheck.”
Was he fucking serious?”
Apparently.
Sarah was left against the wall, clothes disheveled, thighs wet, and brain in overdrive. Lucas shoved his hard cock back into his trousers with a twisted sneer on his face. Really! Not even gonna get a blowjob, was he? Last Sarah checked, she gave real humdingers.
“For all you know,” she spat, “that was your only chance.”
Lucas said nothing as he zipped up. “I’ve got my reasons.” Before Sarah had the chance to spout off at him, he kissed her again, slowly, allowing his tongue to take its time tangling with hers. His hand beneath her chin was a nice added touch. “Thanks for the thrill, though.”
His wan smile and the wink that followed kept Sarah from getting angrier. “Bastard,” she whispered, looking away. “You wanna talk about embarrassing? I just now embarrassed myself.”
“I’m the one who has an erection to deal with.”
“Would’ve taken care of that, you know. I don’t have carpal tunnel yet.”
“I don’t want anything but the real deal. I won’t be able to stop myself.” Lucas sat on the edge of his chair, pulled out his wallet, and withdrew a business card from that. “Anything else you offer isn’t good enough. Yet.”
Scoffing, Sarah pushed herself off the wall and hurried to put her blouse and trousers back in order. “I get it. You’re punishing me for teasing you. Fine.”
“I’m not punishing you for anything. I told you, I have my reasons.”
“Hope I get some answers at some point.”
“Here.” Lucas handed her his card after writing something on a white corner. “It’s my personal number. For the love of God, call me after work so we can arrange something.”
Sarah snapped the card out of his hand and shoved it in her inside jacket pocket. “I need to go. Seriously.”
“Then go. Before I lose all self-control and do something we both may regret.”
Sarah spared him one last look of unbridled longing before grabbing her purse and getting the hell out. One last wall came down inside her. The compartments were blending together, and soon the stoic and put-together Sarah Clayborn would no longer know what the hell she was doing. Who gave Angel the right to bleed into her everyday life like that?
