But Sloane wasn’t finished. “And another thing. Go to therapy!” she called after her.
I grabbed Sloane around the waist. “Take my mother home,” I ordered Grace, nodding at the first SUV.
I half carried Sloane to the second one and deposited her in the back seat before sliding in next to her. The door slammed shut, casting us into darkness.
“Hey! You promised me din—”
I cut off her accusation by crushing my mouth to hers.
42
A Volcano of Lust
Sloane
We barely made it home.
I knew Lucian had important, vital things to take care of. Like destroying a crime boss who had just threatened our lives. I trusted him to handle it, I realized.
I didn’t trust the man not to crush my heart into a pancake, but I trusted him with my life.
All that was very important. But there was one thing that trumped them all. It had been weeks since we’d been together—orgasmically—and crime boss or no crime boss, I was a volcano of lust.
“That was so fucking hot,” I murmured against his mouth as he carried me over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind us. My legs were locked around his waist, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him to me.
I knew what had gotten into me, but I wasn’t sure why Lucian had turned ravenous beast the second he’d pushed me into the back seat after I’d gone all “shrew” on his mother. At the moment, I didn’t particularly care.
“What was?” he demanded, yanking the straps of my dress down.
“You being all ‘ho-hum, I’m so bored by your pathetic threats,’” I said, kissing and biting my way down his neck.
He growled, and the vibrations rippled through my nipples that were plastered against him. “You have two seconds to help me get you out of this dress, or I’m going to destroy it.”
I didn’t move fast enough for his liking and found myself perched on the cold marble of the entryway table. The man had the top of my dress wrestled to my waist in seconds with only one or two horrendous ripping noises.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” I reminded him over the hammering of my heart.
“You’re right. It means everything,” he countered.
“Agree to disagree,” I decided. It wasn’t an argument worth having right this second.
He removed my strapless bra deftly with one hand and let out another low growl before diving for me face-first.
I let out a strangled laugh. “Why are you so obsessed with my boobs?”
“For the same reason you’re obsessed with my dick. Because they’re fucking perfect,” he said as his mouth found its way to the first sensitive peak.
Well, he wasn’t the only one who was going to play. It felt too good, being spread so wide in front of him, his mouth working its magic on my sensitive peak.
I reached between us and found his erection straining beneath the fabric of his pants. I gripped him hard.
“Goddammit,” he hissed against me.
A shudder ran through me. I could feel the pulls of his mouth echo inside me.
Without breaking contact with my breast, Lucian reached between my legs and dragged the sheer pink crotch of my underwear to the side. “Need to feel you.”
I was good with that. So good with it I barely flailed at all when he gripped me by the hips and scooted me to the very edge of the table.
“Hold still, Pix,” he ordered, batting my hand away from his crotch. I was about to argue until I heard the sound of his zipper.
“Oh God,” I groaned as he angled the plush head of his penis against my clitoris, parting the lips of my sex.
Lucian released my sensitized nipple with a pop. The cool air made the wet tip even more pronounced.
“Don’t stop working my cock, baby,” he ordered before moving to my other nipple.
I obliged and gripped the velvet-smooth shaft.
He groaned and whispered, “Such a good girl,” against my breast.
I let out a pathetic, gasping moan as he laved my ignored nipple with his magical tongue. I was so wet, and every suck from his mouth, every nudge from the head of his cock made my insides spasm emptily.
My grip on him had to be painful, but the noises he made at my breast were ones of ecstasy. I grabbed the back of his head with my free hand and held him against me. My breasts felt heavy and swollen from his attention.
Without warning, he reached between us and speared two fingers into my opening. We moaned together as if sharing the pleasure.
His fingers worked me mercilessly as I rode his hand and stroked his cock with borderline violence.