Taste of Lacey(5)

By: Linden Hughes

He grunted. “Hell no.”

“Then keep rolling.” Abruptly she turned toward the window to focus on the passing scenery. She didn’t want to look at him. That might spur second thoughts, and she didn’t want to be logical or rational. She wanted him.

At her brownstone they went straight to her bedroom. With no other warning, he swirled her around and locked his hard, plundering mouth onto hers as he cupped her breasts. She moaned, relishing in the kiss, but before she allowed him to make a feast of her, she tore her lips away and took a step back.

“I’ve been working all evening. I need to shower,” she said, her breath thin and labored.

“Fine. But don’t take too long, and don’t bother putting any clothes back on.”

His stern order took her by surprise, but she nodded. He was always so laid-back that seeing this macho side of him made her girl parts even hotter. As instructed, her detour would not be a long one.

RYE HEARD THE spray of water from the en suite bath. After placing a handful of condoms from the box onto the bedside table, he stripped and laid his clothes on a side chair near the window. He ran a hand across his jaw and felt the prick of an emerging beard, but no way was he was going to borrow a razor to shave. Right now his main concern was uncovering more of Lacey’s secrets. He chuckled, recalling her saying “fuck” earlier. He’d never heard her break a verb, let alone use street vernacular, which she had several times tonight. For all her proper trappings, there was plenty of fire in Miss Lacey Bishop.

Looking around her bedroom, he realized how familiar he was with the space. In fact, he’d helped her brother haul in many of the hodgepodge pieces of furniture over the years. Never had he imagined he’d be pacing her private lair, dick hard, aching to plunge as deep inside her as he could get.

What in the world was going on with him?

He wasn’t suffering from lack of female attention, so he couldn’t blame his raging need for Lacey on a dry spell. Beyond her being a gorgeous woman, he didn’t know what fueled his urgent hunger, but he couldn’t wait to explore her svelte body, tasting her until she shattered to pieces. At the prospect of riding her, his balls tightened, and his cock rose to point almost accusingly at him, demanding relief.

His patience was wearing thin; how clean was she trying to get? Hell, he was about to make her hot and sweaty again anyway. Determined not to wait a second longer, he moved to retrieve her when she stepped into the bedroom. Naked.

The room seemed to shrink and he struggled to suck in enough air. Her brown palette seemed creamier and more luminous than possible on a human being. He couldn’t help but touch her to make sure she was real.

“You’re breathtaking,”

He pulled her into his arms, before covering her mouth with his. He offered her tongue, and his shaft hardened when she took it. After engaging in a sweet battle, he lowered his mouth to her round breast. He was so hungry he’d suck both of them at the same time if he could. When he pulled on her luscious flesh, her resulting moans were the equivalent of having her hands wrapped around his cock, squeezing. He’d never been so damn needy, so ready to open her legs and shove his hard—


Keep it together, McKay.

He licked her hard nipple and then blew on the wetness he left. Shit, her tits were perfect. Full but firm, they were just the right shape, and the dark brown areolae provided a perfect backdrop for the chestnut tips. How had he never noticed how fucking sexy she was? Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be, and his dick approved.

It didn’t take much effort to pick her up and place her slender frame in the middle of the bed. Her body was pliant, signaling she was almost ready for his cock. He pushed her legs wide until she was on full display. Lean and taut, her thighs curved around a strip of black curls framing her slit. The little nubbin holding the key to her pleasure hid in her folds as if it was shy, daring him to explore her softness, so he did.

“Damn, you’re so wet for me,” he growled.

“I thought you knew.” Her throaty rasp penetrated his sensual fog.


“I’ve been wet since the second you touched me.”