Seducing Eve (Guardians of Atlantis) (8 page)

Maybe that’s why he thought she was beautiful.

“No, I’m not,” she sputtered softly. Yet she couldn’t stop the elation coursing through her. He thought she was beautiful. Even in this dingy old jumpsuit.

“Yes
, you are,” he said, his voice firm.

His hand cupped her chin and tipped her face up to his. His warm hand. At the touch
, it sent spirals of desire curling through her. She couldn’t stop her gaze meeting his. He looked like he was about to kiss her. Again. Oh, she’d love to kiss him again. And again.

She shouldn’t let him. But she wouldn’t stop him either.

His eyes lowered, landed on her lips and then back up again.

“I think I’d like to kiss you, Eve.”

“I think I’d like you to kiss me, Lucian.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, beating a wild tattoo. He bent and leaned in close, his lips brushing hers. Softly at first then he took her mouth in reckless abandon. His mouth tasted so good. So sweet. So soft. His tongue dove into the recess of her mouth, tasting her.

God, he was tall. So tall she had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him as thoroughly as she wanted to kiss him. Her body stretched as far as she could stretch so she could reach up and put her arms around his neck. She moaned against his mouth.

His arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed her closer. She lifted her legs, allowing him to pick her up off the floor and then she wrapped them around his waist as she snuggled against him.

Did he realize she was naked under this jumpsuit? Her heated core pressed against his warmth. He picked her up as though she weighed nothing. She loved that he could. She loved the way he held her. She loved the way he fired shots at that awful Dr. Brice while holding her against him.

He was big and strong and brawny. He was sweet and sensual and sexy. Despite the circumstances, she’d felt safe with him. Not once had she felt as though he’d put her at risk. In fact he’d come to her rescue.

His mouth moved away from hers and trailed down her neck. She tossed her head back to give him more access. He licked the notch at the hollow of her throat.

“Lucian…” His name came out nothing more than a pant.

“Don’t make me stop,” he whispered against her skin. “You taste too good. You feel even better.”

“You feel good,” she said.

She’d thought to tell him to stop. To tell him to slow down. But when had patience ever gotten her anything but heartache? Or rejection? When had she ever done anything wild and crazy? Never. That’s when. She was throwing caution to the wind. She was tired of being responsible and dependable. She wanted to
live
. She wanted to feel alive. And for the first time in her life, she did. She may yet get out of here alive and then she’d never see Lucian again. And right now she didn’t want to think with her head. She wanted to think with her heart. She wanted to think with her girl parts. Screw caution.

“Take me, Lucian.”

He wasted no time responding. He spun around and pressed her against the wall, sandwiching her between it and his wall of muscle. He was warm and delicious and she was hot and ready. Her legs slid down the length of him, her toes barely touching the floor. He pressed against her and jerked down the zipper.

And then paused.

His hands shook as they hovered over the material of her jumpsuit. No, she couldn’t allow him to stop. She needed him to continue. She needed him to finish what he started.

“Lucian…?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I want you,” she said
.

“I wanted you from the minute I picked you up from all that shattered glass.” But instead of shoving away the top of her jumpsuit, he pushed back her damp hair. “The way you crawled up me and put
your legs around my waist…”

“What about it?” she prompted, wanting him to continue so she could hear what it did to him.

“It nearly sent me over the edge.”

She placed her hands on either side of his face, his stubble abrasive against her palms. The sensation sent little zings of joy through her entire body.

“I won’t regret this,” she said.

“I won’t either.”

His hands slipped under the cloth and pushed it gently aside. Her eyes fluttered closed when he palmed her breasts, the nipples already puckered into small peaks. It made the heat between her legs pulse at a quickened rate. She shimmied out of the top part of the jumpsuit, pulling her arms out of the sleeves.

Her hands landed on his chest and tugged his shirt. It took several tries to free it from his pants but she finally
released it and slid her hands over his skin. His chest was as she imagined. Hard muscles, soft skin covered in a dusting of coarse hair. The heady sensation left her lightheaded. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that escaped her.

Lucian’s mouth landed on her neck again as his hands worked magic over her breasts. The clothe
s between them were in the way. She kicked off the boots and stripped, standing naked before him.

He
backed up a step and took her in, his eyes devouring every inch of her. “Beautiful.”

No one had ever called her beautiful before. Cute, sure. Perky, of course.
Smart, yes. But never beautiful. Her impatient fingers tugged at the clasp on his waistband. She couldn’t make her hands work and fumbled. Finally he shoved her hands out of the way, undid his pants and pushed them to his ankles. A second later, he’d kicked off his boots, yanked his tunic over his head and pulled her naked body against his.

The warmth of his skin exploded over her, consumed her.
She nearly swooned as his big body crowded hers, pushed her against the wall. The length of his erection pressed against her hip. He was so…damn…tall. This would never work.

But his mouth was demanding and his hands never stopped roving over her body. She didn’t want to stop. She never wanted to stop.
Realizing her petite frame didn’t match his overly large one in their current position, he scooped her up, his hands on her ass. Her legs went around his waist allowing her to press her hot core against his bulging thickness.

His mouth never left hers as he trotted back up the hallway, their clothes forgotten. She had no idea where he intended to land but she hoped it was some
where horizontal. At this point she’d take the damn floor.

Lucian halted beside
the narrow bed she’d awoken in and gently lowered her. Her body vibrated with need and desire as he loomed over her. Her gaze slid up his brawny body, over the thick thighs and the thicker erection. Up his broad chest with the equally broad shoulders. He was a whole lot of man.

He braced a knee beside her and climbed on over her. She marveled at the way the heat radiated off him like he was her own personal furnace. Even so she shivered under him. He
supported himself on one hand while the other traced the soft outline of her face, her shoulder, then skipped along the curve of her breast. The touch was searing hot, melting her icy exterior and warming her.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I promise.”

“I know,” she whispered.

Reckless. That’s how she felt when she opened her legs for him and he slipped between them. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode through skin and bone. She couldn’t stand the anticipation. Her body was wet and hot and ready for him.

But he was going to extend the torture. He was going to take his time. His fingertips paused over the dusty peak of a nipple and he outlined it, gave it a gentle pinch before continuing his jaunt southward. He trailed the length of her torso, over one protruding hipbone and down her thigh. Then back up again and over to the other hip and thigh to make sure they had equal petting. She squirmed against him and whimpered.

“In time, sweetheart.” He flashed a grin, knowing his torture was sweet and determined.

She brazenly reached for him, clasped her hand around his thickened shaft and held him. He was…big. And her mouth watered. She licked her lips.

“You like?”

“Yes.” The word shuddered out of her on an icy breath. Even in the shadow of his heat, she was cold. Cold and waiting and in desperate need of him.

“I want to savor you.” His hand clasped around her wrist and he gently tugged her away.

“I want to feel you,” she replied.

“And you will. When you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“Not quite.”

Without waiting for her reply, he plunged a finger inside her, pushing deep. She gasped, ill prepared for the immediate pleasure. Her body exploded with the touch, the orgasm sending ripples through her. She rode the waves and rocked her hips against his hand. Slowly he slid his finger out and over her clit taking her to new heights.

“Tight,” he said, his voice a soft whisper
.

“Wet,” she replied.

“Very.”

“Take me, Lucian.”

“Not yet.”

He slipped his finger again inside her, then two. Then out. Then in. Out. In. His heat had nearly consumed her by the time a third finger joined
in. She closed her eyes and saw sparks against the darkness, flashes of light that sent tendrils of pleasure through her body. Waking every nerve ending and making them come alive. As if this was the first time she’d ever experienced something so exquisite and divine. It wasn’t but she felt like a virgin all over again.

Her hands landed on his biceps, her nails digging into the skin. She didn’t mean to dig so hard but she couldn’t help it. She ground her teeth to keep from shouting like she wanted.

He must have sensed she wanted to cry out as he continued his onslaught. “Do you like this, sweetheart?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Show me how much you like it. Let yourself go, Eve. Let yourself release.”

And exactly two-point-three seconds later she’d climaxed again and cried out. Her voice echoed on the empty walls around them.

The next thing she knew his hand was gone and replaced by his glorious cock. He slid inside her slow and easy. Filling her up. Stretching her walls.

“Oh!”

Her eyes flew open. Her hands were still on his arms. She relaxed her fingers, though, her nails leaving behind little crescents.

“Easy,” he murmured.

He slid out and back in a little further this time. Pushing more of himself inside her. Taking her breath away. She arched her back to give him more access. She spread her legs wider. She wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer. She wanted to feel him on top of her. All of him.

His body covered hers
, his chest crushing her breasts, and that divine heat nearly overtook her. Her hands slipped up his arms to his shoulders. Her fingers tangled in his long hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met in a wild frenzy as he pumped in and out of her, increasing the pressure and speed. She was certain she could feel every inch of him as he pulled out and then slid back in.

Their tongues dueled for control. He tasted like salt and sea.
He smelled like a clean ocean breeze on a warm summer day. He felt like rock hard pleasure, a place she never wanted to leave. And then she remembered wanting to feel his ass. Her hands slid down and molded over his perfectly hard, perfectly round, perfect ass. It was better than she imagined.

She’d never experienced multiple orgasms in her life yet she felt the third one building up, ready to release. She kissed him harder, nipped his lower lip. He grunted and slammed into her. She squealed with delight.

And then she came, fast and long and hard. Her body contracted around his and she held on for dear life. She couldn’t let go of him. She’d never let go him. She had to feel this way every time.
With him
. She needed him like she needed air to breathe. The ripples started in her center core and moved outward along her entire body, consuming her. His heat engulfed her, stoking her own fire. In the next instant, his body followed hers as he emptied inside her, filling her up.

He stilled. He stopped kissing her and
lifted to gaze down at her. Their eyes met and he gave her a look so scorching she knew there was no way he could be done with her. Not yet.

“You’re going to need another shower.” And he winked.

Her heart flipped in her chest. Innuendo? She hoped so. “I do but this time you’re coming with me.”

“
Best offer I’ve had all day.”

They made love again in the shower. When Lucian’s body was slick with water, she trailed her mouth down that glorious chest and dropped to her knees. She sucked his hardened length into her mouth to the back of her throat. Then licked all the water droplets off him while his hands tangled in her wet hair. When he could stand it no more, he pulled her to her feet and then pinned her body with his hot one against the cold tile, the contrast making her head swim. He held her legs around his waist, giving her the leverage she needed to rock against him while he pumped in and out of her.