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gloriously naked with the exception of the sexiest pair of red high heels Lucas had ever seen.
“I was afraid you would never make the first move,” she confessed, pressing her body against him.
“I was trying to show respect and restraint.”
She pushed his coat off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Soon his shirt followed. “I didn’t realize how buff you were.” Her voice was a bare whisper as her fingers brushed over his skin, touching him as he had dreamed for so many nights already. Her hand reached down and grabbed his, placing it on her small yet perfect breasts.
That was all it took. He picked her up and moved her through the house, Kiloran’s lips leaving trail of fire over the skin of his neck. Every touch, every breath, burned in a way that would forever mark him. She was his soul mate. Lucas followed the instructions toward her bedroom whispered into his ear, as if saying them aloud someone else would hear.
Placing her to her feet, Lucas cupped Kiloran’s face in his large hands, savoring as she kissed the palm of each, before he could wait no longer and captured her lips with his own. His tongue teased and danced with hers, working both of them into a breathless state. As her long fingers fumbled with his slacks, he hesitated.
“What?” she asked on a breathless pause.
“I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t plan…”
“Not much of a boy scout, Mr. Sherman,” she teased, moving her fingers between the waistband and his skin “Good thing I picked up a box this morning.”
“Really?”
Unbuttoning his slacks, she pushed Lucas’s pants down removing his shoes, socks, and pants, before sitting on the edge of the bed before him. She looked up at him, seriousness written across her face. “I was leaving nothing to chance.”
Lucas closed his eyes as soft fingers wrapped around his cock. Her other hand palmed his balls and a moan escaped him. He forced himself to focus on other things to prevent from coming right then and there. But everything was lost when her tongue licked the head, nearly bringing him to his knees.
“Lucas.” Her voice was insistent. “Lucas, wake up.”
Opening his eyes, he looked up at Kiloran leaning over him and wearing nothing but a robe. Shit. His cocked ached, and the last thing he wanted was for Kiloran to know that sleeping next to her had done that. Lucky for him the jeans he had slept in had managed to mask the tent that would have happened otherwise. “What?”
“If you’re still adamant about coming with me to the set you have to get ready.” She seemed out of sorts. Timid, even.
“Okay give me a second.” He needed time, or he would never be able to walk to the bathroom, let alone sit up. His cock apparently didn’t share the same point of view his heart and head did when it came to this woman.
“Thank you for staying with me last night. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” She pulled on a clean set of sweats. “I’ll head down see about some coffee and give you a bit of privacy to get ready.”
“Thanks.” Lucas closed his eyes. When the door closed behind Kiloran, he undid his pants and released his cock. His hand wrapped around the thick, hard shaft, forcing him to groan. He rubbed himself until every ounce of sexual frustration worked through him. Her smell surrounded him on the pillow next to him and only when the last stream of come erupted from his cock did he let the frustration go.
Chapter Seven
“Get a room.”—Trenton to Lucas and Kiloran
F ocus . How many times could she say it and before it actually happened? It didn’t matter today. One hundred, one thousand—hell, make it a billion—focus wasn’t going to happen. Everyone at the set knew it. They all knew someone had broken into her rental last night. The news broadcasts were using the story as their headlines. Police analysts talked circles around the situation. Events were escalating. How could Ms. O’Conner cope?
She couldn’t.
Waking up in
“I was afraid you would never make the first move,” she confessed, pressing her body against him.
“I was trying to show respect and restraint.”
She pushed his coat off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Soon his shirt followed. “I didn’t realize how buff you were.” Her voice was a bare whisper as her fingers brushed over his skin, touching him as he had dreamed for so many nights already. Her hand reached down and grabbed his, placing it on her small yet perfect breasts.
That was all it took. He picked her up and moved her through the house, Kiloran’s lips leaving trail of fire over the skin of his neck. Every touch, every breath, burned in a way that would forever mark him. She was his soul mate. Lucas followed the instructions toward her bedroom whispered into his ear, as if saying them aloud someone else would hear.
Placing her to her feet, Lucas cupped Kiloran’s face in his large hands, savoring as she kissed the palm of each, before he could wait no longer and captured her lips with his own. His tongue teased and danced with hers, working both of them into a breathless state. As her long fingers fumbled with his slacks, he hesitated.
“What?” she asked on a breathless pause.
“I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t plan…”
“Not much of a boy scout, Mr. Sherman,” she teased, moving her fingers between the waistband and his skin “Good thing I picked up a box this morning.”
“Really?”
Unbuttoning his slacks, she pushed Lucas’s pants down removing his shoes, socks, and pants, before sitting on the edge of the bed before him. She looked up at him, seriousness written across her face. “I was leaving nothing to chance.”
Lucas closed his eyes as soft fingers wrapped around his cock. Her other hand palmed his balls and a moan escaped him. He forced himself to focus on other things to prevent from coming right then and there. But everything was lost when her tongue licked the head, nearly bringing him to his knees.
“Lucas.” Her voice was insistent. “Lucas, wake up.”
Opening his eyes, he looked up at Kiloran leaning over him and wearing nothing but a robe. Shit. His cocked ached, and the last thing he wanted was for Kiloran to know that sleeping next to her had done that. Lucky for him the jeans he had slept in had managed to mask the tent that would have happened otherwise. “What?”
“If you’re still adamant about coming with me to the set you have to get ready.” She seemed out of sorts. Timid, even.
“Okay give me a second.” He needed time, or he would never be able to walk to the bathroom, let alone sit up. His cock apparently didn’t share the same point of view his heart and head did when it came to this woman.
“Thank you for staying with me last night. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” She pulled on a clean set of sweats. “I’ll head down see about some coffee and give you a bit of privacy to get ready.”
“Thanks.” Lucas closed his eyes. When the door closed behind Kiloran, he undid his pants and released his cock. His hand wrapped around the thick, hard shaft, forcing him to groan. He rubbed himself until every ounce of sexual frustration worked through him. Her smell surrounded him on the pillow next to him and only when the last stream of come erupted from his cock did he let the frustration go.
Chapter Seven
“Get a room.”—Trenton to Lucas and Kiloran
F ocus . How many times could she say it and before it actually happened? It didn’t matter today. One hundred, one thousand—hell, make it a billion—focus wasn’t going to happen. Everyone at the set knew it. They all knew someone had broken into her rental last night. The news broadcasts were using the story as their headlines. Police analysts talked circles around the situation. Events were escalating. How could Ms. O’Conner cope?
She couldn’t.
Waking up in
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