7 Minutes in Heaven (Are You Game?) by Rhian Cahill Page B

mingled as they nibbled at each other. The rock and roll of their hips grew faster, their urgency increasing with every surge of sex on sex. His cock throbbed, his balls tucking up as he dry humped the woman in his arms.
    “Lucas.” Cassie’s cry urged him on. “Oh God, I’m gonna…”
    She clawed at his back, digging her heels into him as she tried to pull him closer. He picked up the pace, shifted his hips and stroked his cock harder against her. She threw her head back and moaned. The arch of her neck drew his mouth and he suckled the pulse fluttering at hyper speed at the base of her throat. It beat against his tongue, the fast beat finding a similar rhythm inside him.
    He moved his hands lower, squeezed her arse and ground their bodies together. Cassie’s whole body jerked, her hips thrashing as she rode him. Her strength amazed him. Leg muscles tightened as she used them to grind herself to release. Luc watched as she took what she wanted. What she needed. And when she went over—exploded in his arms—like a flash of lightning, he did something he hadn’t done even as a hormone-driven teenager. He thrust against her and came in his pants.
     
    Cassie collapsed forward, resting her forehead on Lucas’s shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. Heat and pleasure still rippled through her as the final waves of her orgasm ebbed away. He’d blown her mind. Again. They seemed to find themselves in this position every few hours, and each time they came together it was hotter. More intense. His breath rasped in her ear and she couldn’t help smiling. Lucas seemed just as affected by her release as she was. She unhooked her ankles and tried to slip her legs from around him, but he held her tight.
    “Not yet,” he panted. “Just need a minute before I let you go.”
    She knew she should be embarrassed by her actions, or at least a little ashamed for using him the way she had, but with all the endorphins flooding her system, she could only feel gloriously satisfied. He shifted, turned around until he leaned against the racks instead of her. Still wrapped around him, she tilted her head back and met his gaze.
    “Wow.” She licked her lips. “Guess I got carried away.”
    Lucas grinned. “Yeah, guess you did.”
    “Should I say sorry?”
    “Not unless you’re expecting me to say it too.”
    For a second, she didn’t get his meaning, but when a flush rose up his neck and filled his cheeks the light bulb went on. She glanced down, leaned back farther and caught sight of the damp patch on the front of his pants. “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh.” He smiled. “Understatement of the year.”
    Cassie brought her gaze back to his. “You know, I don’t feel sorry at all. In fact, I’m feeling rather pleased with myself.” She grinned.
    He laughed. A deep, rolling rumble that vibrated through his abdomen into hers. “Keep hold of that thought, because now we’re definitely stopping by my place for a change of clothes before we head out to work.”
    “I think we can manage that.” She untangled her arms and legs and waited for Lucas to put her down. “We better get everything packed quickly then. The cakes are almost done. I was going to ice them here but I can wait and do them at the party. That might be better anyway. With the temperature predicted to be high they’d be melting before we got them on the table if I did them here.”
    “You know we really have to stop doing this.” He gestured between them. “As much as I’d like to keep at it and go further, you’re going to have to restrain yourself for the rest of the day.”
    “Me?” She gave his shoulder a shove. “I didn’t start that.”
    “No.” He gripped her chin. “But it’s your fault for looking so goddamn edible.”
    He kissed her hard and fast. She was just leaning in when he pulled back and grinned at her. Spinning her around, he slapped her arse and said, “C’mon, let’s get going. I want out of these pants.”
    Cassie laughed