Page 48 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
His shout rattles the car as I start to bounce up and down on him. Maybe I should have given him a warning, but I can’t help it. I’m consumed with the need to ride him.
As I work myself on top of him, the pleasure is almost too much. How can he make me feel this good, this quickly?
He digs his hands into my hips, and I take in the look of concentration on his face, like he’s trying to hold on for dear life.
“I know... I know this isn’t the most romantic thing in the world, to ride you in my car.” I start to circle my clit with my hand, and I feel that telltale pressure and heat build inside me.
“What are you talking about?” A breathy chuckle falls from Lewis’s lips. “You riding me is romantic as fuck in my book.”
I let out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan. As my fingers work my clit faster and faster, I notice Lewis’s gaze falls there.
“I’m dying to taste you, Harper. The second we get back to the house, I’m taking you to bed and I’m going to lick your clit till you’re screaming.”
It’s his growled words that send me over the edge. The second I explode, I’m thrashing and shouting his name. Underneath me I feel his body harden. A stream of profanity and grunts mixes with my yells. I collapse on top of his chest. For a minute I just lie there and catch my breath as raindrops pound the exterior of the car. Thunder cracks in the distance.
I glance up at him, heartened that he’s already gazing down at me.
“Ready for round two?” he asks.
I nod and giggle before scrambling back to my seat. We quickly throw on our clothes, and Lewis speeds to the house in record time despite the rainstorm that’s picked up. He hops out and jogs to my side, rips open my door, pulls me out, and tosses me over his shoulder again. I giggle, feeling high and dizzy from my orgasms and seeing Lewis pull such a carnal move.
He runs us so quickly to the front door we barely get a drop of rain on us, even though it’s pouring. The second we step inside, he kicks the door shut and grabs me by the waist, pulling me against him. I reach up and lead him into a filthy kiss. It’s slower than when we were kissing in the car. He runs his hands along my arm, my waist, my hips. It’s like he’s taking his time so that he can savor how I taste, how every part of my body feels.
It’s exactly what I hoped he’d do. As glorious as it was to have the frenzied, desperate fuck in the car, it felt a lot like blowing off steam—in the hottest way. That was the culmination of weeks of tension and flirting, and it was incredible. But I want this time to be slower and longer. He hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Just like earlier this evening, he carries me with ease, only this time he’s kissing me breathless.
“Where do you want this? My room or yours?” he asks between kisses.
I tug at his hair. “Whichever is closer.”
He smiles against my mouth, then walks us down the hall and turns right into the guest bedroom where he’s staying. When he lowers me onto the bed, he pulls away from me and tugs off his shirt.
“I really, really like it when you do that.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Do what? Take my clothes off?”
I nod excitedly, which earns me a throaty chuckle.
“I think we’ve seen enough of me naked. How about you now?”
He leans down and skims the hem of my shirt with his fingertips. Even though it’s such a light amount of contact, it still sends goose bumps flying across my skin. Right as I move to pull off my shirt, there’s a deafening clap of thunder that shakes the entire house.
Lewis leans back and stands, gazing up. “Holy shit, that was loud.”
“I bet we can be louder.”
I tug him by the waistband and he turns back to me, smug grin on his face. “I like the way you think.”
He leans down and slides his hands up under my shirt, palming my boobs. I moan against his mouth at the feel of his broad, firm palms cupping my soft flesh.
Outside the wind and rain pick up, pounding harder and harder against the windows and the roof. Another crack of thunder causes us to jump, and we chuckle as we kiss. A massive gust of wind howls outside, causing the lights to flicker for a half second.
Just then a loud crashing noise blasts through the house, shaking the floor.
I yelp right as Lewis jumps off me.
“Shit!”
I clasp my hands to my chest and breathe. Lewis grabs his pants from the floor before walking out of the room. I run after him, and together we look all over the living room and kitchen but find nothing out of place.
