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Of course I had to look. “Jesus, Lucas. You’re killing me.” My voice was barely a whisper, and I closed my eyes again. How depraved was it to have sex in a train bathroom?
He laughed a low, gravelly sound that made my body hum. “Good.”
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It was a glorious day in Provence, warm and sunny with just a few perfect puffy clouds. Charming villages, wide open blue sky, verdant orchards, gorgeous fields of lavender—I’d never felt so ungrateful to Mother Nature as I did sitting in that rented Toyota SUV, watching it all fly by outside the windows.
It was Lucas’s fault.
As soon as we were out of the city and on the open road, he’d reached over and slipped his hand under the hem of my bright yellow skirt and ran it up my thigh.
I’d widened my knees, desperate for him to touch me, nearly exploding the moment his fingers crept beneath my wet panties. “Lucas. That feels so good.”
He steered with one hand and drove me crazy with the other, sometimes teasing with light, whispery brushes and sometimes pushing me right to the edge with a deep, plunging stroke. “Fuck, Mia. You’re soaking wet. I want to lick it off you.” His voice was gruff.
I rocked and moaned in the seat, riding his hand without apology, hoping he was still planning to pull over and give me everything he’d promised.
God, when had I gotten so greedy?
I fucking loved it.
“Lucas,” I murmured. “I want you. Can we—”
Suddenly, he swerved off the highway onto an old dirt road cutting through a grove of trees. “Backseat. Now,” he ordered.
With my heart pumping hard, I climbed over the seat as he brought the SUV to a stop in a hidden, shady spot well off the main road. He got out of the front and into the back, and the look in his eyes had me panting and reaching for his belt.
“Not so fast, princess,” he said. “There’s something I want to do first.” With that he hooked his arms around my thighs and yanked me down on my back. Then he slid my panties down and off one leg, leaving them dangling from one ankle like a little white flag of surrender.
Kneeling on the floor, he threw my legs over his shoulders and buried his head beneath my skirt.
I cried out at the first upward sweep of his tongue, flattening one sweaty hand on the window and one on the back seat.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He licked me slow and sweet. “Like fucking candy. Like the center of those chocolate eggs at Easter time. Remember those?” He switched to fast little flicks and swirls over my clit and I pounded on the window.
“Are you kidding me? I can’t fucking think when you’re doing this, Lucas, I can hardly breathe. Oh, God. Oh my God!” Thrashing my head from side to side, I felt my muscles contract as he shoved his tongue inside me, tilting my hips up with his hands.
“I can’t take it, it’s too good,” I cried, feeling the heat bloom between my legs. “Lucas!”
He reached around with one hand and rubbed my clit hard and fast, and I screamed his name again as I went plank-stiff beneath him, my orgasm beating a rhythm on his tongue.
A second after it stopped, Lucas undid his jeans and shoved them down just enough to free his towering cock. He jerked my legs sideways on the seat, tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on.
A flash of disappointment hit me—I wanted him skin to skin.
What the fuck, Mia? Are you crazy?
Yes!
Two seconds later he was on me, driving into my wet, hot center with a fury that had me gasping for air, his shoulder smothering my mouth.
I clutched at his shirt, wanting to tear it off him, pop the buttons, rip the seams. I wanted him urgently, desperately, violently.
“Yes,” I moaned, loving the brutal way our bodies slapped together. “God, I love it like that.”
“You like it rough?” He could barely speak he was pounding into me so hard. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
I whimpered a little at the thought, wondering how it was even possible, but a second later, my eyes rolled back in my head as he lifted his chest off me, braced himself on the front and back seats and hammered into me with even more force. I bucked up beneath him, feeling the second orgasm coming.
