Instinct guided her to wrap her legs around him. He was there to support her with a hand beneath her ass and another blistering kiss.
He sank deep, desire searingly evident in the way he fused their mouths together. Nothing had ever been so intimate. He kissed as if he wanted to savor every bit of her, memorize her. Alyssa kissed him back with the same fervor, though she’d memorized him long ago.
In her head she knew this embrace might not mean to Luc all it did to her. Clearly, he wanted her—at least for now. But what did he really feel for her? Anything?
Wasn’t she too far gone to care?
Tomorrow would come soon enough, and with it, a load of recriminations. But from now until dawn was purely about pleasure. About connecting again.
Luc slanted another kiss across her mouth and stepped toward her bedroom, every move brushing their bodies together. Alyssa sucked in a breath at the incredible friction. He was really here. With her. She held him closer and moaned against his throat, stringing kisses up his neck, across his five-o’clock-shadowed jaw, until she met his mouth again. He was waiting, open and voracious. She melted under his onslaught.
Moments later, her world tilted; then the bed was at her back, and Luc was above her, propped on his arms. Breathing hard, he looked down at her through the moonlight.
“I’ve wanted you again since the second I walked in your club.”
She met his gaze, which glowed with raw passion and truth. He meant every word, despite what else he believed about her. Despite what he thought she had done with Tyler tonight. Despite the empty months since they’d last joined.
“Me, too,” she confessed.
In fact, she’d yearned for Luc since waking up alone three months ago, aching, and realizing he wasn’t coming back.
“I’ve missed you,” she blurted. “You probably don’t want to hear that, and I know you have someone else—”
“Not tonight. Right now, it’s just us.” He stroked her hair away from her face. “I’ve thought about you so often . . . From the second I got you beneath me all those months ago, you’ve been a fever I can’t shake.”
Not a declaration of love, but she’d take it. He did feel
something
for her. And honestly, she couldn’t name her feelings for him. She’d never had a yearning to be in love . . . until she’d met Luc.
“Be with me,” she whispered.
“Nothing could make me leave now.”
Luc took her mouth deeply, longing in every crush of his lips, every swipe of his tongue.
Long minutes later, he lifted himself away to unbutton his shirt. Alyssa caught on quickly and helped, her fingers brushing his silk-on-steel skin. He blasted heat. In the shadows, she found the intriguing trail of hair that led down from his navel to his cock. She remembered tracing it with her tongue and making him moan and shiver.
She didn’t even try to resist now. Instead, she pressed her mouth to him, low on his abdomen.
He stiffened, then hissed. “You’re playing with fire.”
A coy smile drifted across her mouth. “I like to burn.”
With a moan, she licked her way up his treasure trail, savoring the spicy flavor of his skin, the hint of sweat, his utter maleness on her tongue. So addicting.
Tensing, he thrust his hands in her hair and pressed her closer. “The first time you did that to me, it nearly made me insane. This time, I want you so much more. Dear God . . .”
She smiled against his stomach, then nibbled her way up toward his chest, unfastening the rest of his shirt’s little white buttons. Finally, she reached his brown nipples, small and male, already hard. She eyed them greedily.
“Don’t,” he warned gently. “My self-control . . . I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“Let it go.” She infused all her want into the whisper and backed it up with a hot stare—just before she closed her mouth around his nipple and sucked.
He cried out, the sound both broken and harsh.
Encouraged, Alyssa scraped his nipple gently with her teeth and sucked it again, even as her hands made their way to the fly of his jeans.
He grabbed her wrists and leaned away. “Don’t do that unless you want me on top of you, inside you, in the next ten seconds. I’m a time bomb with a seriously short fuse.”
“I would love to have you inside me now,” she said honestly. “I’ve thought about you . . . Our night together was incredible. I need more of that feeling now.”
Luc exhaled raggedly. “I don’t want to hurt you. Last time, I was too rough, too demanding—”
“Too perfect. Do it again.”
He stilled. Something crossed his face. Acceptance? Eagerness? Whatever it was made her heart pound in her chest in a crazed ra ttle.
Easing back, he stepped off the bed. She sat up, and anxiety clawed through her. Had she misread him? Was he leaving?
Instead, he shrugged out of his shirt, exposing miles of gorgeous bronzed shoulders, lean, rippling muscles, and a six-pack that made her gasp. God, he was . . . everything. Sensual, intense, so smart and engaging, not to mention talented. And he wanted her right now.
Luc tore open the button at his fly, jerked the zipper down, and shoved his jeans and underwear away with brutal efficiency, then stood naked. Fists at his sides, his chest heaved as he fused his stare to hers, piercing her with a desire that set her body ablaze, made her pussy ache.
No man had ever done this to her but Luc.
“If I hurt you, you
must
find a way to stop me,” he said.
And that was another reason she had deep feelings for him. Whether he wanted to care or not, he did. Her safety was always a consideration. He might have taken her profession and life at face value, but he never treated her well-being as inconsequential.
The woman who landed his heart would be completely treasured, and Alyssa longed to be her.
“You won’t.”
A hard glint entered his chocolate eyes. “Stand up.”
Shivering, her insides a jumble of anticipation and need, she did. Luc bent to her and caressed his way down her legs, fingers tracing a sensitive line from the curve of her ass all the way to her calves.
Just having his hands on her made her tremble, but his touch, full of soft demand, made her knees weak. Her longing and impatience surged.
“Luc . . .”
Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her negligee and pulled. A tear at each shoulder was her only warning before the gown slithered down her body, to pool in a soft circle around her feet.
Suddenly, she stood naked.
At a brush of the cool night air, her nipples peaked. Or was that caused by the sight of his rapacious smile? Her belly quivered as he curled his hands around her calves and urged them apart. His mouth followed, working hot and openmouthed over her shins, the insides of her knees and thighs, until she was breathing hard, reaching blindly for his hair, her fingers itching to feel its softness.
He rose to his knees and kissed the flat of her belly. “On your back.”
She complied as he lifted her and stood in a single motion, apparently too impatient to wait. She grabbed him tightly when he crushed her mouth under his and kissed with a demand that robbed her of breath and thought.
Then he laid her across the bed and looked down at her, naked, his cock heavy with arousal. Those sinful dark eyes both threatened and promised pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known as his gaze latched onto her face. Slowly, his stare lasered its way down to her breasts and lingered, before scraping down her belly and fixating on her pussy.
“Spread your legs.”
She’d seen his dominant side before. But Alyssa had a feeling she was going to experience it on a whole new level. His dark tone made her shiver. The commanding look on his face confirmed the gravity of his words—and stole her breath. Her chest could barely contain the chugging of her heart. But she did as he asked, parting her thighs a few inches.
“More.”
His expression demanded that she make herself open and vulnerable to him in every way. Alyssa had no doubt he would take everything she was willing to give, then, like last time, coax more from her until she was hoarse and sore and sublimely satiated. She eased her thighs farther apart.
“More,” he growled.
Breath catching, she hesitated. But despite her trepidation, she could refuse him nothing.
She parted her legs again, until the muscles of her inner thighs strained. Need was a pool of heat shimmering and undulating in her blood. Emptiness thrummed inside her. Everything cried out to be filled with his cock—and all the blazing passion that came with it.
He grabbed her hips, then slid his hands to the small of her back and pulled up. At his silent command she arched for him, bending her knees, thrusting her breasts toward him.
“Perfect,” he murmured, then perched himself above her body, the rasp of his chest raking hers, making her tingle.
A hard press of his lips against hers morphed into a sweltering line of kisses down her neck, collarbones, then straight to her breasts. As he cupped one, he devoured the other, his mouth a hot shock to her system. He sucked hard on her nipple, and she felt the draw all the way between her legs. He thumbed the other simultaneously.
Moaning, she held Luc close to her, wishing the night would never end. Already, the man made her feel far more than any lover. More feminine, more natural, more ready for everything.
“I love these,” he murmured, switching his attention to the other breast. “I remember how swollen your nipples became when I sucked them before. Were they tender afterward?”
“Yes,” she cried out at the memory of his oral devotion—for nearly an hour—still fresh in her mind. “I still felt you there the next day.”
“I want you to feel me here again tomorrow.”
Quivering, she nodded. “Please.”
Luc moaned as he dragged her nipple into his mouth once more and gave a hard pull, gently scraping her with his teeth. An electric want surged through her body. He bit his way down the side of her breast, then nibbled over to the other and repeated the process.
He was harsher than before, more demanding. Already the tips were growing tender, and he didn’t show any signs of letting up. Even if she’d wanted to ask for mercy, she suspected he would show none. She sensed that he needed to find some way to brand her tonight, prove to himself that he had some part of her Tyler didn’t. Rather than assure him that he had every bit of her, she embraced him, encouraged him with a murmured plea.
His free hand roamed over her shoulder, down the curve of her waist, across her hip . . . toward her parted thighs.
She nodded. “You wet?”
“A constant state when you’re around.”
His fingers flirted with her belly button, but that thumb drew little circles against her skin, so near her clit she wanted to scream.
“Touch me,” she cried.
“Mmm, definitely. I’m looking forward to sinking into that sweet pussy. You were so tight last time, you grabbed me, milked me. Your arms around me, you screaming
my
name . . . So fucking hot. Unforgettable.”
Alyssa could only whimper as she waited for him to finally touch her where she needed him most. Instead, he toyed with her.
Her ache multiplied, soared. Arousal gathered in her core. She felt swollen, needy, ready to beg if it would do any good. But he simply brushed his knuckles over her folds, giving her clit the barest touch.
Alyssa gasped. “Luc . . .”
“I want to hear you say my name a lot tonight.
My
name. No one else’s.”
She didn’t think she could even remember her own name right now, much less anyone else’s.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes . . .”
For endless minutes he cupped, laved, and stroked her breasts. He tugged on their tips, sucked them hard, murmuring his appreciation as they swelled, reddened, peaked even more. Her nipples were so hard, her want so sharp, that she fisted her hands in his hair, using him as her lifeline as she drowned in need.
Swiping his thumb over the taut bead of one, then the other, he stepped back and swallowed. “So tender and worked. Gorgeous.”
Now without his touch, Alyssa craved more of the sensory overload and stroked her own breasts. But it wasn’t enough to ease the relentless gnawing of her hunger. She slid her hands down her abdomen, toward her wet folds. Relief. She needed to curb the ache. Now.
Before she reached her destination, Luc grabbed her wrist. “No. I say how and when. It’s not by your hand tonight.”
“But—”
Alyssa never finished the thought. He crashed his mouth against hers and prowled inside, possession evident as he took the kiss deeper. Without warning, his fingers slid into her wet cleft, and he plunged inside. She cried out her pleasure into his mouth.
“Damn,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”
His fingers played her perfectly, as if he remembered her body and exactly how to make her scream. His devilish touch skidded across that sensitive spot inside her; then he alternated, pressing and rubbing, his thumb also strumming her distended clit. Fire converged inside, outside, tugging, drawing, swirling and growing. Again he smothered her cries with his kiss. She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he hissed. Then he sent her a predatory smile, a flash of sexual promise and white teeth in the dark.
“That’s it. Ready to come?”
He didn’t need to ask; he knew. But he wanted her to say it. Luc liked making her confess her desire. At the moment, she had no way of concealing it.
“Yes! Please . . .”
Instead of sending her over, he withdrew his fingers and raked them through her slit. “Very swollen. You’ll grip me so tight.”
He eased closer until he covered her, his chest pressing her deeper into the mattress, his thighs parting hers even more to accommodate his hips. His hands urged her wider still.
The anticipation suffocated Alyssa. She wanted Luc deep, so deep he’d never remember another woman and never imagine leaving.