Page 33 of All Mixed Up

We’d see about that.

I seized him by the nape and dragged him down like my wild beast kill. I devoured his mouth with untamed abandon. A matching groan echoed up through him as I pushed past his lips, raking my tongue across his, tasting him like it was my first time…perhaps my last.

I fought that thought with every ounce of my body. By wrapping it tighter and harder to his.

With strength I thought had long escaped me, I hitched a leg up, wrapping it around his thigh. A sensual rumble vibrated out of Lucien as he grabbed hold and locked me there. At the same time, he pushed our kiss harder, practically turning our turbulent kiss into a carnal feast. Damn. Even this frothy dress was starting to feel like animal skins I’d cut out on our cave floor. Take me, Mammoth man. Please!

But not yet.

We finally unlocked in order to inhale full breaths. Fortunately, Lucien looked as impatient with all this “air” stuff as me. He slung a hand around my other thigh, hiked me up around his body, and then stomped us both over to the couch.

We tumbled down with legs twined, lips seeking, and hearts beating against each other. By now, his erection was impossible to ignore. Not that I wanted to. Not in a billion lifetimes. I cried out in joy while reaching in for it. At once, I formed my hand around the stiff, tight length.

“This,” I gasped against the cruel splendor of his kiss-stung lips. “I need this, Lucien.”

“This…what?”

Oh, for shit’s sake.

“Bastard.”

“This what, Juliet?” His stare was as ruthless as his prompt.

“Damn it!” I moaned.

“Tell. Me.”

“But you’re driving me crazy. I—I can barely think.”

And now, was doing so even less—as he wound a hand beneath the layers of my dress and trailed it between my thighs. With shockingly expert precision, he located the wet panel covering the swollen flesh at my core. “Is this why?” His words were rough and deep against the shell of my ear. “Are you throbbing for me, ma douce? Are you wet?”

“Yesss.” I shook with each breath. The world spun and then fell away. Everything, all things, were only this now. The waters of a city’s heart. The lights of a million dreams. The man of my dreams. “Oh yes, I am. So wet for you, Lucien. So hot.”

He issued a chiding cluck. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. “We cannot have that, can we?”

“No.” I gasped again. “I…suppose not…”

He licked the edge of my ear. Only the edge, and only with the unwavering tip of his tongue. “How do you suggest we tame those naughty flames?”

“Ummm…ahhh!” The yelp burst out as he teased the edge of my panties with his amazing fingers. At once, my most illicit button was pulsing without mercy. “Well, I think that’s a damn good start.”

“Hmmm.” He trailed his lips trailed to the sensitive stretch between my ear and nape. “I do not think so. You only feel hotter.”

Trembles. Tingles. Then my lips falling open with a long, desperate moan as he dipped in and explored the creamy petals of my pussy. “Oh! God…Lucien…”

“Words, ma chéri. Give me the words.”

I didn’t Xena-growl back this time. With my body climbing higher toward the ledge of no return, words were a small price to pay for the passionate ride ahead. “Touch me,” I begged. “Oh please, Lucien. Please!”

“Where?” He trailed small, tantalizing circles along the column of my neck.

“There. Right there. Oh…ohhhh.”

My hips bucked before I could stop them. I tried to work a hand beneath his shirt but was frustrated by his tie, so I skipped straight to the row of buttons below. The result? A ridiculously sexy mix of awkward and hot, like Clark Kent in mid-déshabillé, complete with the super-powered eyes. One smoky stare from this man, and my whole soul was bared. Melodramatic? How I bloody wished.

I refocused on corporal things. Easier stuff—like the glorious bulges of his biceps. “More,” I demanded while tucking inside his shirt and spreading my hand around one.

His eyes glittered. His dimples deepened. “More what, ma douce?”