He cursed loudly, hips jackknifing off the bed as I pulled him deep. Fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed and sucked, digging my nails into his hips for purchase. I flicked the bulbous tip several times with my tongue before pulling him deep again, rolling my tongue around the thick shaft.
“Christ!” he exclaimed as I ran my nails down his inner thighs, scraping my teeth along the top of his member ever so lightly. The hand in my hair tightened, pulling me away and up. I climbed back over his body, seeking out those lips again. Lucas met me with a renewed vigor, rolling me over backwards on the bed. “My turn,” he murmured into my mouth, fumbling with my pants then shoving them down. I obliged, lifting my hips off the bed as Lucas tore the garments from my ankles, then squeaked as he flipped me over onto my knees. Hands grabbed my bottom and I pressed back, mewling with desire, but I wasn’t prepared when he spread my folds and pressed his face between my legs.
I cried out, surging forward, but his hands on my hips kept me in place. Burying my face in a nearby pillow, I thrashed atop the bed as he licked and sucked. One hand moved from my hip, then long fingers reached deep into my core. Quaking, my whole body tensed like a coil, I was as much a slave to the sensations as if he had chained me in place. Nothing could take me away from the delicious torture; he played me like a master, and my body sang.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper was the only signal things were about to change, but I was too far gone to care. When his mouth left me, I groaned, wordlessly begging him for more. The lack of touch was unbearable, but I heard the bed creak as he repositioned himself behind me. Fingernails scraped down my back, his hands shaping my curves, and my grip on the pillow tightened.
When I felt his blunt tip probe my entrance I gave an excited mewl, and gasped as he entered me with one sure stroke. I was wet and primed, and the sudden stretching brought my orgasm racing to the surface. My cries were coming with each breath now, muffled by the pillow but still audible within the room. Everything inside me tightened, and I knew from the erratic jackhammering behind me that Lucas was close as well.
Then he shifted positions, the new thrusts touching just the right place inside me, and my orgasm rocketed through me. I gave a small scream into the pillow, waves radiating through me as Lucas continued thrusting inside me. Each stab suffused me in pleasure, adding to the sensual storm that had taken me over. However even he could not last forever, and with a strangled sigh he came, fingers gripping my hips tight. His head rested against the top of my back, panting breaths hot against my skin.
We lay like that for a moment, struggling to catch our breath. Finally he pulled himself out with a groan, leaving me while he cleaned himself up. I lay panting on the bed, eyes closed, waiting for the aftershocks to cease. After a moment he returned, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me sideways onto the bed. There was safety inside his arms, and I snuggled back against his warm body. “It might surprise you to know,” he murmured against my ear, “that I’m a bit of an ass-man. Yours is definitely one of my new favorites.”
A giggle escaped me at the unexpected compliment, and I burrowed against him, glorying in the way he held me tight against his body. I traced the outline of lean muscles on his torso and watched as they tightened and relaxed with my touch. For that moment at least, I allowed myself the comfort of his presence, the welcome relief of safety. The gun still lay on the small table beside the bed and I stared at it, absently running my finger around one small nipple on his chest.
We stayed like that for several minutes, the peace a blissful respite. I could have fallen asleep like this, but all too soon for my tastes he pulled away, disentangling his arms from around my body. Bereft of his warmth and suddenly realizing the door to the bedroom probably wasn’t locked, I rolled myself in the comforter and watched Lucas get dressed. Seeing the play of muscles on his lean frame was a treat all its own; there hadn’t been many beautiful men in my life before…
Jeremiah.
The name sobered me, ruining some of the enjoyment and afterglow of the moment. I look down at the covers around me, my skin prickling in confusion.
“I have something for you.”
I glanced up to see Lucas holding something long and thin out toward me. Taking it gingerly, I turned it over in my hands. The grey metal object was light and cool, and to my surprise was hinged to open up into a knife.
“It’s a butterfly knife. Easy to open and close once you get the hang of it.” He took it back briefly, and with a couple shakes of the wrist had it swinging around, exposing the sharp edges. A few more flicks and the blade disappeared, and he handed it back to me. “Keep it on you and practice. It may not be useful in a gunfight, but it might give you enough time to escape in hand-to-hand.”
I swallowed and nodded, my gut churning. Lucas tilted my head up to look at him, concern in his beautiful eyes. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised. “I need to go take care of things, namely getting our ship going again.” He looked reluctant to leave, then leaned down and kissed me again. For that brief moment, my fears and doubts fled, washed away by the desire and security I felt from this man. It ended as soon as he lifted his head, and without another word he turned and left the room.
Staring at the knife, I leaned back against the pillows and contemplated my life. Three days before, I had told another man that I loved him. I’d never said that to anyone other than family, all of whom were now gone, never believing he would shove the words in my face. Now, I was kidnapped and aboard a smuggler’s ship, stolen away by the brother of the man who spurned me. The brother whose scent was still on my skin.
You wanted no love, Jeremiah, I thought, turning the knife over in my hands. I gave it a casual flick and was gratified to see it open up for me, the two grips coming together in my palm. The sharp blade reflected the low light from above me, and then with another flick of the wrist it disappeared back between the two pieces of perforated metal.
I had never fallen in love until I’d met Jeremiah. His seduction overwhelmed me, taking me to places my heart had never been before. Amidst the danger and decadence of my new life, I had fallen for the billionaire, foolishly believing he had similar feelings. When, at a moment of weakness, I’d spoken the words in my heart, he had rejected the whole notion. Now here I was, not even a handful of days later, in another man’s bed.
If sex for me equated to love, then what exactly had just happened?
CHAPTER 4
Waiting around had never been my specialty, but it seemed that’s what the Hamilton men expected. That didn’t mean I had to like it.