7 Minutes in Heaven (Are You Game?) (13 page)

“Please. Please.” The plea fell from her on a panted breath.

Lucas withdrew, moved to brush his lips over her cheek, her eyelid, her temple and finally her ear. He breathed out, blew warm air across her sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down her spine, goose bumps breaking out along her neck. He scraped his teeth over her lobe and another shudder raked her.

“Don’t worry, Cass. I plan to please you all night long.” He rocked his hips, pressed his cock into her sex and sent sensation spinning through her. “All. Night. Long.”

He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. Her clit pulsed. Her hips bucking beneath his as her body tried to increase the pleasure—sought the ultimate satisfaction she knew he could give her. Cassie wanted to touch him, pull him closer, but he still held her hands prisoner against the mattress. She fought his hold, tugged and yanked with all her strength. Except she was no match for Lucas. His grip was tight, not painful, but definitely firm, and he held her in place with ease.

Bringing his mouth back to hers, he nipped at her lips. “Tell me I can have you, Cass. Tell me this is what you want,” he demanded.

There was only one thing she could say—wanted to say. “Yes.”

Luc stared at the woman pinned beneath him. She’d given him the answer he wanted, so why wasn’t he taking her? And why did he feel like it wasn’t enough? Confused by his hesitancy, he shook off his thoughts and gave them both what they wanted. Cassie was on fire. Everywhere he touched her, she burned. He unclamped his fingers and trailed them over her hands, down her arms. When he reached the scrunched-up shirt, he gripped it tight and tugged it higher until the garment slipped over her head.

What he’d revealed took his breath. Her breasts were encased in plain white cotton. Not meant to showcase, the white cups concealed her from him, only the look was anything but innocent. The underwear designed for comfort and support had his mouth watering and his cock throbbing. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and he flicked the front clasp to expose the flesh beneath. No.
She
was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Clothed or not, she was a shot of desire straight to his bloodstream. His body reacted to her like no other—
knew
her without ever having touched her.

From the moment they’d met, she had him climbing the walls of desire, and now that he’d touched her—made her come—he couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t satisfy his need for her. With a growl, he sat up, straddled her hips and ripped his own shirt off. He tossed it across the room. Next, he popped the button on his shorts, gave himself some necessary breathing room, before shuffling farther down her legs and going to work on her pants. The button and zipper gave easily, and he yanked her slacks over her hips and down her thighs. Sucking in a breath, he gawked at the simple white panties stretched between her hipbones.

“Damn.” Luc traced a fingertip along the elastic waist. “Just when I think you can’t possibly get any sexier.”

The shadow of dark hair hidden beneath her underwear drew his gaze. Dampness left the cotton see-through at the juncture of her thighs and his mouth watered with the need to taste her again. He remembered her flavour and he wanted to sample her once more. Deciding they both had way too many clothes on, he jumped from the bed and shucked his pants. She lay still, her gaze trained on the hard throbbing erection he revealed. Her sharp in-drawn breath, the way she squirmed on the bed pleased him, and he smiled.

He leaned over her, slipped his fingers into the waistband of her undies and slowly eased them down. He’d seen her naked before. Touched her. Tasted her. Except this slow reveal teased him and worked him up more than ever before. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he’d be buried inside her soon. Buried deep and thrusting hard until they both lost control and let the bliss take them. Her dark curls glistened with her cream, her flesh, flushed pink and swollen, was slick with her need, and he let his thumb skim the crease of her sex as he stripped her panties off.

She shuddered, a moan slipping up her throat, and Luc couldn’t wait any longer. He climbed back onto the bed, slid his body over hers and found a home for himself between her legs.

“I want to taste you again. Want to eat you until you scream my name, but I can’t wait another second to get inside you.”

Luc flexed his hips, rubbed the head of his cock in her wetness. His balls tightened, his cock grew harder and he angled his pelvis while spreading her legs with his own. Settled between her thighs, he lined up with her opening and pushed in. Tight wet heat surrounded him. She rocked against him, rolled her hips to line their bodies up better and Luc’s eyes crossed as she took more of him inside. Cassie slid her hands down his back and grabbed his arse. She dug her nails in and thrust up, driving his cock deeper, taking him completely.

Her pussy walls scorched him from root to tip, and he prayed he wouldn’t embarrass himself by coming right now. He locked his jaw and concentrated on not feeling the delicious sensations bombarding him. She wiggled under him, dug in her nails and heels to try and make him move. But he wasn’t giving in. Not yet. Any second now he’d lose control and all hell would break loose, but for right now he wanted to savour the moment. Wanted to burn the memory of burying his cock inside her this first time on his brain.

“Lucas.” She breathed his name in the curve of his neck a second before she sank her teeth into the corded muscle.

He shuddered, his cock flexing inside her, dragging a moan from Cassie and a groan from him. “Don’t move.” He panted. “Give me a minute.”

She didn’t hear him or chose to ignore his request, because she bowed her back, arched up and pressed him deeper before rolling her hips and sliding his cock through the gloved grip of her pussy until only the head remained inside.
Fuck!
His body jerked, his hips rocking forward until he was buried to his balls once more.

“Yes. Again.” She raked her nails along his arse cheeks. “Faster.”

Luc tried to hold back. He tried to keep the pace slow—steady. But he was helpless against the onslaught of Cassie’s need. She rocked beneath him. Took control and drove them both to the brink. He gripped her hips in the hope of keeping her still, but she was mindless with lust and continued to fuck him from the bottom. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, squeezed his waist as she used him as leverage to get what she wanted.

Lost in the slick slide of her soft flesh against his hard length, Luc moved with her. Together they found a rhythm that pushed them closer and closer to the razor edge. He powered into her, drove in and out with hard, sharp thrusts. Sweat coated his skin, dripped from his forehead and down his spine. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and he knew she was close. His own orgasm rode his back, but he couldn’t let go before she did. Not before he felt her walls contracting around him would he give in and take his own pleasure.

He gripped her hips tight and rolled until he reversed their positions. Her gasp blew hot air over his ear and he shivered. Letting go of her hips, he spanned her waist and pushed her up.
Fuck.
She looked amazing straddling him, his cock buried deep, her hair tangled around her face and her breasts rosy, her nipples taut peaks of need and her bra twisted around her arms. Luc surged up, latched his mouth on one breast and sought her clit with one hand. The other, he pressed to the middle of her back and held her to him.

Cassie bucked when he found her clit. The hard nub was slick with her cream and he easily established a rhythm that had her hips rocking. He sucked her nipple, pressed it to the roof of his mouth and scraped it with his teeth. She thrash as a spasm gripped her. One long second of taut, stiff muscles and then she broke like glass, shattering around him in a rush of wet heat. Luc groaned, thrust in and out as she rode her orgasm. It was too much, not enough, and he flipped their positions and pinned her beneath him once more.

He plunged into her. Again and again. His muscles straining, his nerves flayed raw. Hard and fast, he drove himself to the finish line while Cassie continued to buck against him. In a blinding flash, his release slammed into him. Her hips cradled his as he plunged to the hilt one final time and let everything go.

“Cass!” He name tore from his throat, raw and desperate.

And as he spilled himself inside her he came crashing down to earth.

He wasn’t wearing a condom.

Cassie felt Lucas come inside her and froze. Oh God. They hadn’t used protection. They’d totally forgotten. She tried to catch her breath. Tried to think, remember where in her cycle she was. Oh God. This couldn’t be happening. After being so careful earlier they’d screwed up completely.

“Cass.” Lucas cuddled her close. “Shit, Cass, I’m sorry.”

She knew he wasn’t apologising for the sex but for a split second doubt entered.

“You drive me so fucking insane I totally forgot to protect you.” He brushed the hair from her face and she was forced to open her eyes and look at him. “What do you want to do?”

“Um…” She had no idea what to think, never mind what to say.

He took a deep breath. “Look there’s no point stressing over it now. What’s done is done. We’ll be more careful from now on.”

Cassie could only nod.

“And whatever happens, we’re in this together.” Lucas bent forward, pressed his mouth to hers in a soft kiss. “No matter what.”

She didn’t want to think about what could be happening inside her right now. The idea of possibly being pregnant scared the crap out of her. Actually being pregnant would probably send her into cardiac arrest. Pushing it aside, she smiled. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I don’t think it’s the right time.” Cassie prayed she was right.

Lucas stroked a finger down her cheek. “I’m sure you’re right.”

From your lips to God’s ear.
Her smile wobbled, but she refused to fall apart. She’d never folded under pressure before and she wouldn’t start now. And there was no point borrowing trouble. When and
if
the time came she’d deal with it. She stared into Lucas’s concerned eyes. No. They’d deal with it. Together.

Chapter Eleven

Cassie woke to warm sunshine and the delicious aroma of fresh coffee. Opening her eyes, she found Lucas sitting on the bed beside her, mug in hand. She smiled and sat up. The sheet fell away, revealing her naked torso, and she grabbed at it to cover her breasts.

He chuckled. “Bit late for modesty, don’t ya think?”

Heat flooded her face and she ducked her head. “Probably.”

“Here. I made you coffee.” Lucas passed her the warm mug. “Slug that down and then throw this on and join me in the kitchen for breakfast.” He held out a shirt.

She shouldn’t be self-conscious. After all they’d done last night and into the wee hours of the morning, embarrassment should be the last thing she felt. “Thanks.”

Lucas stood. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Cassie watched him go. His arse was showcased in a pair of board shorts this morning, his torso bare, and she shivered. Heat flushed through her as the video reel of last night played in her head. They’d used three condoms after that first time, and the twinge between her legs reminded her if the empty foil packets on the bedside table didn’t. He’d driven her just about out of her mind. Though she had to admit she’d done an equal job on him. Neither of them seemed to be able to keep their hands to themselves until complete exhaustion took them under.

She smiled. Her body might have had a serious workout, but even the soreness couldn’t take away from the pleasure she’d received from Lucas’s hands and mouth—his cock. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache working its way to a full-on throb. If she didn’t detour her train of thought, she’d be jumping him in the kitchen. Cassie put the cup on the side table and then grabbed the T-shirt he’d given her and threw it over her head. The sleeves came past her elbows, and when she stood the hem hit below her knees. Definitely not a fashion statement, but the thrill of wearing something that belonged to him far outweighed the hobo look.

Besides, the soft fabric smelled of Lucas. She bent her head, rubbed her nose against her shoulder and breathed deep. Her belly fluttered, her sex clenched. Damn. She’d better pull it together or they’d be spending the day in bed. Not that that would be a bad thing. Oh no, that would be a very, very good thing. But they’d made a deal and she needed to keep her end of it like he had yesterday. Today she’d make him an apple pie and do anything else he asked of her. Cassie grinned. Hopefully he’d ask for more of what they’d done last night.

With a smile on her face, coffee in hand and his borrowed shirt brushing against her skin, she made her way to the kitchen and the man who’d turned her world inside out and upside down in a few hours of tangled sheets and mutual satisfaction.

Luc turned the bacon over and glanced out the window. He needed to think about today’s plan. Cassie would expect to work. Would assume he would boss her around, and she’d be correct, only he intended his orders to make her have fun. From what he could gather she didn’t switch off very often. Someone needed to help her remember there was more to life than work. And he was just the man to do it.

“Mmm…something smells good.”

He glanced over his shoulder and watched her climb onto a stool at the breakfast counter. The shirt he’d loaned her slipped down one arm, revealing creamy skin and reminding him of kissing the delicate line of her collarbone last night. Luc gulped, had to clear his throat before he could speak. “Bacon and eggs. Do you want your eggs scrambled or fried?”