“Your fucking mouth,” he growled. He used both hands to shove the skirt of my dress up around my hips. I gasped as his erection lodged itself against my pretty, one-night-stand panties.
“What about it?”
“It’s why you have to troll bars for unsuspecting men. Why you aren’t dating. Why you’re not married with four kids.” He punctuated each sentence with another bruising kiss.
“Yeah? Well, at least it’s not my personality. You’re stupidly hot and ridiculously rich, and even that isn’t enough to keep a girlfriend for longer than a few weeks.” I nipped his lower lip with my teeth and he hissed.
He pulled back a few inches, leaving us connected below the waist. “How would you know that unless you’ve been paying attention?”
He was teasing me, body, mind, and soul, and for the first time, it occurred to me that I might not be up to the challenge.
“I don’t pay attention to anything that involves you,” I insisted. “I hate being bored.”
His exhale was closer to a growl than a sigh. With one hand, he took both my wrists and pinned them over my head. “Goddammit, why are you so fucking small?” He gritted out the words like they physically pained him.
His next kiss was tempered, restrained.
My eyelids popped open. Lucian Rollins was afraid of hurting me. The big, evil asshole was afraid of fucking me too hard with his giant penis.
“Jesus, big guy. I’m petite, not fragile. Get over it.”
“Just because I want you out of my life doesn’t mean I want to hurt you.”
I gripped his waist with my thighs and squeezed. “Either fuck me hard and fast or get out of my room so I can find someone who will. I don’t want to be treated like some glass figurine.”
“You always think you can handle more than you can,” he said, removing his hand from my wrists and curling his fingers into the neckline of my dress.
“And you always think I’m weaker than I am,” I hissed.
With one sharp tug of his fingers, the fabric ripped all the way to my belly button and my breasts spilled free.
“Christ.”
Lucian’s nostrils flared and his gaze scored my chest, making my nipples pucker, my breasts feel swollen and heavy.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was us panting.
“Damn it, Lucifer. You owe me a new one-night-stand dress.”
“Try going downstairs now.” His words were a low rumble of thunder.
My nipples hardened to rosy points.
“You think I don’t have a backup dress in that bag?” I taunted. I leaned forward until my lips brushed his ear. “That one shows even more cleavage.” I nipped his earlobe and felt the shudder that rolled through him.
“You’re not leaving this room,” he vowed.
My snarky comeback was lost as he filled his hands with my breasts.
My head fell back against the wall with a thunk. His palms were warm and firm against my soft, sensitive flesh. I’d developed early and spent my teen years wishing the puberty fairy hadn’t been quite so generous, but in this moment, it was all worth it.
My stoic enemy couldn’t suppress a groan of satisfaction as his hot mouth closed over one needy nipple and began to suck.
I gasped. I didn’t mean to. It seemed safer, smarter to control my outward reactions. But the hungry pulls of his mouth, the throb of his God-given erection between my legs had my head spinning.
His mouth was performing magic with tongue and suction. His eyes were closed, fringed with long, dark lashes. What he was doing to me didn’t feel like a by-product of hate. It felt like reverence.
His beard was deliciously rough against my skin. His cologne enveloped me like a euphoric fog. I bucked against his thick, hard shaft, against the heat of his body, begging for more. Begging to be taken and used and pleasured.
Too soon, he released me from his mouth, leaving my nipple straining and wet.
“We have one night,” he said.
“Then take your shirt off so we can get started.”
He nuzzled his cheek against my breast, sending arrows of fire straight to my core.
“This isn’t the beginning of something,” he warned. His tongue darted out and danced over the other puckered peak.
I sucked in a breath. “Do you always talk your dates to death before you have sex?”
“I’m simply making sure we’re on the same page.”
“I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my boobs, but frankly, we’re all in agreement. I could never date a smoker. This is just sex. Don’t make me regret choosing you tonight.”