It was a good thing I was already on the floor, because I might have ended up there when I saw the tiny black lace thong, and the garter belt that was fastened to a sexy pair of sheer stockings. Top that erotic sight off with the killer red stilettos she was still wearing, and I was a goner.

Trying not to groan, I gently kissed the lower curve of one butt cheek and gave it a little nibble. When Lucy gasped, I told her, “You’re absolutely stunning.”

She didn’t speak, but her legs shifted as she clenched her thighs together.

My palms were having the time of their lives as they continued to explore and touch her. When they landed on her ankles, I lifted her feet one at a time so I could cast the gown aside, supporting her so she didn’t fall.

I rose from the floor and was finally back in front of her. Desire filled her eyes as I tipped her chin up and said, “I want to be with you, Lucy, and truly make you mine.”

Her lashes fanned her cheeks as she glanced down. “I want that too.”

Thank God she did, because I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Lucy stood at the foot of my bed and bent over to take her shoes off.

“Let me do that,” I said, and she swallowed so hard it was slightly audible.

Crouching in front of her, I removed each stiletto one at a time. Her toned legs shifted, drawing my eyes to the point where her stockings were attached to the garter belt. After I slid the fasteners open on each side, I gingerly rolled each stocking down, first her left leg and then her right, and slipped them off her feet.

That done, I placed my lips on her thigh and gently sucked her soft skin at the same time I gripped the lace garter belt and unfastened it. Small goose bumps covered her body when I ran my knuckles down her legs.

“Drake.” She said my name in a breathless whisper that made my dick harden even more than it was.

Having Lucy stripped down to only her lace thong, all I could do was stare at her apex, the spot I needed to have—the spot I needed to taste.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” I left a lingering kiss on the damp fabric before I slid it to the side and licked her. After a gentle suck, I stood back up to find her practically panting with need. Just as I wanted her.

She grasped my bow tie and tugged on one side until it was undone. When I began to unbutton my shirt, she stopped me. “Can I?”

“Please.”

As slowly as she could, she slid each button through the holes until my shirt was open. I was doing fine and holding it together until her tongue touched my chest. My composure all but gone, I backed her up until her legs hit the bed, forcing her to sit down. Before I knew it, I was only wearing my black boxer briefs, and there was no hiding the evidence of how I felt.

She shocked the shit out of me when she lowered herself in front of me, grasped the elastic waistband, and lowered it over the top of my cock to free the tip, which she gently kissed. I could feel myself stiffen and bob in anticipation of what she might do next, but I didn’t give her the chance. I pulled her up and tugged back the deep blue comforter, exposing soft sheets the color of moonlight, and sat her back down on it.

Giving me space, she scooted over so I could lie next to her. With Lucy on her back and me on my side, I took my time and appreciated her until I could no longer resist. My hands went to work and my lips took their place each time they moved, starting with her breasts and moving down her firm stomach until I reached the Promised Land between her legs.

Her lacy thong came off with a tug. Sliding my fingers over her wet heat was nearly my undoing. Relishing the way she felt on my skin, I entered her, first with one finger and then two. She was ready for me, although tight, and I needed her. Shifting myself, I rolled her to her side so we were face to face, chest to chest, and most importantly, eye to eye.

After she licked her lips, she didn’t hesitate. When she looked down at me, her eyes widened, and I finished removing my shorts.

Once the condom I got from my nightstand was rolled on, I spun us around until I was in position and hovering above her. She dropped her knees, opening up for me, and I slowly pushed inside her, treasuring the tightness as I moved forward.

She whispered my name as I slowly moved in and out of her.

Propped up on my elbows with my hands cupping each side of her face, I leaned down and kissed her with abandon. Our tongues mirrored the motions of our bodies as they gently thrust against each other.

“You feel so good, Lucy. It’s never felt this way.” She was so tight, definitely not a virgin, but also not a woman who had been with a lot of men. Thank God.

She wrapped her legs around my lower back and tightened them, pulling me closer. I continued to rock into her, earning a deep moan for my efforts.

“I need to come, Drake. Please, let’s do it together. I want you so badly.”

My pace quickened, and her hips moved in sync with mine. I slid my hand between us and pressed on her most sensitive spot. Her heat clenched and pulsed around me as her orgasm gripped her, and that was all it took for me.

“Lucy, I’m there with you.”

Our lips met as our bodies slapped against each other in perfect tempo. My orgasm started from my toes and worked its way up my entire body until I released.

Both our bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and when our eyes met, she smiled up at me. “That was incredible.”

“You’re incredible.”

She brought her lips to mine, and this time when we kissed, it meant something different. It meant something more, much more.

CHAPTER 11

~ Lucy ~

This time when I woke next to Drake, we weren’t on my sofa; we were in his king-sized bed wrapped up in each other. My back was against his chest, our bodies blending seamlessly together. I could stay like this all day.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His warm breath caressed the back of my neck.

“Mmm . . . it is a good morning.” I turned in his arms to face him. God, he was a gorgeous man.

“I think I could get used to this.” He pushed strands of hair from my face and tucked them behind my ear.

“I think I could too.”

It wasn’t just something to say in reaction to his statement; it was exactly what I was feeling. I felt safe and oddly secure, something I hadn’t felt in a long time—maybe even something I’d never truly felt before.

“You know what today is?” he asked with a lilt in his voice.

I smiled. “Sunday.”

“Yes, the day my family gets together. I want you to come with me again. But this time you’re coming as my girlfriend.”

“That sounds great, but I need to catch up on some work. I have papers to grade and a review packet to write. Unless you don’t mind if I duck out early. I would like to thank Gretchen for everything.”

“I’d like to thank my sister too. Wait, she didn’t help you pick out the lingerie, did she?”

Blood rushed to my face, and I was sure my skin turned a dozen shades of crimson. “Let’s just say she led me in the right direction.”

Drake dropped a kiss on my nose and rolled out of bed. “Come on. Let’s shower, and then I’ll make you breakfast.”

When he stood up and extended his hand to me, I finally had time to take in and enjoy the glory of his naked body. He looked as if he was sculpted out of stone. His body was so defined, and yet when I was in his arms, I felt the softness of his skin. He was perfect.

After we showered and christened his shower stall, I decided to pass on breakfast so I could get home and work. My gown and lingerie were draped across a high-backed chair in Drake’s bedroom. I smiled, thinking he must have placed them there, but the thought of putting them on didn’t thrill me. Talk about a walk of shame.