Get Lucky by Lorie O'Clare

he stripped.
    London didn’t mess with her bra and underpants but instead remained on her knees, watching as first his shirt fell to the floor and next his jeans. My God! Her mouth was no longer too dry. Instead she was sure she would start drooling. Muscles rippled and bulged everywhere. There wasn’t a man anywhere who could compare with this vision of perfection. Eye candy be damned! Marc King fell into a category of one when it came to ultimate sex appeal.
    “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” Marc asked, completely naked when he climbed onto her bed.
    London didn’t understand the question and wasn’t sure she could answer if she did. His cock was thick and long and as hard as the rest of him. It protruded from his body, looking as if it tried stretching to reach her before the rest of him did.
    “All of this lace is keeping me from the parts of you I’ve been fantasizing about all week,” he growled, slipping his finger under her bra strap and dragging it down her shoulder.
    She understood and grinned, relaxing on her back and stretching her legs, then sliding them up his thighs. “You don’t like them?” she asked, running her fingers over each well-defined muscle in his arms. Roped muscle twitched under her fingertips. He was more than aroused and not as in control as he wanted her to think.
    “Sweetheart, I love how they look on you.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her.
    He took his time with the kiss, too. London rubbed his arms, feeling him tremble as he held himself over her. She pressed her legs against his thighs. Body hair tickled her and brought her to a feverish state. The more she touched him, the more her skin became oversensitized.
    As she slowly learned his body, he made love to her mouth. Every time they kissed it was even hotter than the time before. She loved his mouth, the skills he possessed, the way his tongue danced around hers. When she was sure he’d push her over the edge just by kissing her, he moved his mouth, placing kisses on her cheek, her jaw, and then down her neck.
    Marc eased her bra straps off her shoulders and moved the lace cups from her breasts. He raked his teeth over a nipple. She swelled with eager anticipation as sparks of need shot down her middle until her pussy was just as swollen and hungry for his attention.
    London arched into him. She cried out when he latched onto her other nipple. He took her on a ride so exhilarating, so incredibly perfect, she damn near floated off the bed.
    In spite of his size, he eased his body over hers, never putting too much weight on her, and shifted his weight without her moving. Marc leaned on one arm, now simply adoring her body, and dragged his fingers down her middle until he cupped her pussy. London jerked, coming off the bed. Her underwear was still on yet he almost made her come, again, with his skilled fingers and meticulous attention.
    “I want to learn every inch of you,” he said, taking his time easing his fingers under her lace underwear. “I want to know which parts make you moan and which push you over the edge.”
    London had thought the splurge a good one when she’d bought the matching bra and undies. Now she quietly cursed them because he took his time, enjoying the material and coaxing it down her body. She wanted her underwear gone, wanted him inside her. When she tilted her head, meeting his gaze, her look must have told him as much.
    Marc’s slow smile simply added more oxygen to the flames already burning fiercely inside her. “The torture will be worth it. I promise. We’re going to explode together.”
    “Who’s tortured?” she whispered, her voice raspy. She narrowed her gaze on him when his grin broadened. If he thought he would drag her into a state of erotic bliss where he would control her and make her beg for release, he would soon learn differently.
    “My dear,” he began.
    London rolled to her side, facing him, and reached between them. She couldn’t stop herself