Desperate to feel his skin against hers, to run her tongue over the muscles bunching and flexing under her touch, she slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt, pushing the wet material over perfect abs until she could take a nipple between her teeth. Lucas growled and pulled her core hard against his hips. He cradled her ass, lifting her off the counter so he could take her mouth again.
Seconds later he’d moved to her earlobe, rolled his tongue down her neck, and licked the top of her breast above the confining satin. “Where’s your room?” he asked, his voice thick and heavy.
Reveling in the feel of his hot breath between her breasts, Sid wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, anchoring against him, and wound her arms around his neck. “Through the living room. Blue door. Right.”
Lucas found the room without breaking the lip-lock. Bless the man for being a multitasker.
The lack of electricity rendered the light switch useless, but her alarm clock battery had kicked on, the large glowing numbers illuminating the room enough for Lucas to find the bed. When he did, they toppled down together, him throwing his weight to one side, seemingly to keep from squishing her, but Sid was having none of that.
She shifted further onto the bed and urged Lucas to move with her. He was hard and ready against her thigh, sending waves of panic coursing alongside the overload of adrenaline already drowning her brain.
What if she did this wrong? What if he could tell she didn’t know what she was doing? What if she was awful at it?
In that instant, Lucas rose off the bed and Sid feared she’d aired her doubts aloud. But then he pulled his shirt over his head and her brain shut down. Good Lord, the man was gorgeous. Like rock star gorgeous. Even in the dim blue light of the clock, Lucas was a god.
And he was reaching for the button on his pants.
Panic took hold again, sending Sid scooting back against the headboard. Lucas froze.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Do you want to stop?” The words were barely audible through his heavy breathing. The tension in his body as he fought for control was palpable.
Sid shook her head no.
“Then why does it feel as if you’re about to run out the door?”
Sid shook her head again.
“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do, Sid. I don’t think I can make it home now, but I’ll go stay on the couch.”
“No!” she yelled, more afraid he’d leave than stay. “I’m just …” She was just what? If she told him she didn’t do this much, he’d bolt for sure. This was supposed to be casual. She was supposed to be good with casual sex. “I just wish it wasn’t so dark in here. I want to see you.”
That part was true. She’d give anything to see him in full light, naked in her bedroom.
“I want to see you too,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “We’ll just have to make sure we each get a good look when the sun comes up.” Leaning over until his hands were braced against the mattress, Lucas grinned. “Come down here, Sid.”
As if pulled by an invisible string, Sid scooted down the bed, powered by the wave of lust that had brought her this far. “You want to do this?” he asked, nuzzling along her jawline. “A summer fling could be fun.”
She had no doubt a summer fling with Lucas would be the most fun she’d ever have in her life. But what would happen when summer rolled into fall? When the fling was over and Lucas was gone?
“I did promise to show you a good time,” she said, with more swagger than she felt. “Are you up for the challenge?” Was she up for the heartbreak?
Lucas crawled back onto the bed until Sid was prone beneath him and ground his hips against her thigh. “I’m up, Sid. I’m definitely up.”
He took her mouth slowly this time, savoring her. Tasting and teasing, his hands on the bed beside her head instead of where she wanted them, on her body. Her hands explored at will, showing Lucas what she wanted in return. The muscles of his upper arms were rock solid as he held himself above her, leaving too much space between them. When she reached up and tugged on his neck, he kept the distance, but ground his hips once again.
An odd sound filled the air and Sid realized the animal moan had come from her own throat. A kind of purr she’d never uttered before. For a brief second the sound made her wonder where Drillbit was, but then Lucas rolled his hips once more and thoughts of the feline fled.
When he left her mouth to shift attention to her neck, Sid begged. “Touch me, please.”
“Patience. We have all night.”
Sid did not have all night. If he didn’t touch her in the next five seconds, she would burst into flames and die without ever feeling Lucas inside her. With a move honed from years of wrestling a giant of a brother, Sid locked her legs around Lucas’s waist and flipped them both until she was on top.
Hands braced on his shoulders, she stared down into startled eyes and smiled.
“I’m the one showing you a good time, remember?”
“By all means,” he said, sliding his hands over her thighs. “Present your case, Ms. Navarro.”
Sitting up taller, Sid reached back and freed her hair. She’d always seen chicks look hot doing that in the movies, and hoped she was pulling off the same effect.
“I love your hair,” he whispered, a potent hoarseness in his voice. “I’ve wanted to yank out that ponytail for a week.”
She wiggled one finger before his nose. “There will be no hair pulling.”
His grin turned wicked. “We’ll table that one for further discussion.”
Sid’s stomach clenched as Lucas thrust up off the bed. Her hands hit his shoulders again, draping the both of them in a mass of dark waves. As he moved it away from her face, their eyes met. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
And for the first time in her life, Sid believed the words.
“So are you,” she said, needing to make him feel what she was feeling. “You always have been.”
His body stilled and he pulled her face down for another hungry kiss. This time, they kissed each other, taking and giving in turn, thrusting, parrying, breaking contact only when breathing became absolutely necessary.
With the flick of one hand, Lucas unhooked her bra, the satin sliding down her arms and disappearing somewhere near the dresser. Cool air caressed her nipples for only seconds before the brush of course hair and hot skin replaced it. She pressed down as Lucas squeezed tighter, neither able to get close enough. Her body was a coiled spring, threatening to snap and send her flying across the room.
Lucas took charge again, rolling until he was once more hovering above her, then lavished detailed attention on her breasts. The right, then the left, each forlorn when his lips wandered away to the other.
Between nibbles he said, “We’d better get out of these wet clothes, don’t you think?”
Sid nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see her with his nose pressed between the girls. “Yes. Please.”
Lucas rolled to the side, far enough for her to reach between them. “Undo the button. Please. I need you to touch me, Sid.”
Pushing through her growing panic at how fast they were moving, she watched his eyes as her fingers steadily did as he asked. Sliding a hand down behind the open zipper, she found no further material in her way.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” she said, as if discussing the absence of personal clothing were an everyday thing.
“I never do unless I’m running,” he mumbled between gritted teeth. His eyes were closed, and judging by the muscles in his neck, he was ready to snap.