Luring Lucy by Lori Foster Page A

she’d squeeze him, how damn tight she’d hold him.
    He couldn’t stand it. “Lucy, honey.” He removed his hand and lowered her skirt. Her eyes shot open, alarmed, but Bram stood and lifted her. “I can’t wait. I need you now. Tell me,” he insisted, holding her to his chest with trembling arms.
“Tell me you’re ready.”
    â€œYes.”
    Bram nearly went through the patio doors, he was in such a rush. His earlier release might not have happened, his control was so shaky.
    And then he was finally in the bedroom. He dropped onto the bed with Lucy and her hands started exploring him and Bram decided it didn’t matter. It would be okay.
    It had to be okay—because he couldn’t bear to be without her anymore.
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    Lucy felt the tight grip of Bram’s fingers around her wrists and then she was on her back with him over her. He kissed her naked breasts, her midriff. His mouth was open, biting gently, consuming. “Let me see you, Lucy, all of you,” he groaned.
    At that moment, modesty had no place. She felt only a slight prickling of unease as she lay docile, allowing him to reach beneath her dress and tug off her panties. Bram came up to his knees, kneeling between her legs, and lifted the damp fabric to his face, rubbing her panties over his cheek, inhaling her scent, while he stared down at her body. His voice was so low and deep it wasn’t recognizable.
    â€œI can’t believe this,” he growled. “I have you beneath me, on a bed, hot and wet, and it’s reality, not just fodder for dreams.”
    â€œBram.” She’d never been wanted like this, not even when she and David had been young and overflowing with sexual energy.
    â€œLift your hips.”
    She did, and the dress was whisked upward. They each struggled until it was over her head and thrown across the room with her underwear.
    Bram froze, his eyes hot on her body, his hands hovering just over her thighs. He swallowed hard, his nostrils flaring.
“Christ.”
    Very gently, almost with awe, he pressed her legs open. She’d never been exposed in such a way, literally put on display, but it was wonderful and she didn’t worry about how soft or fleshy her thighs had become or that her stomach was no longer concave. The look on Bram’s face more than reassured her.
    His hands drifted over her pelvic bones, his fingers spread until they were tangling in her public hair. His lips parted on a deep breath. Using his thumbs, he spread her open, and she groaned, then cried out as he bent and covered her with his mouth.
    Voracious, ruthless, he tasted her, delved and lapped and tormented with his tongue, taunted with his teeth. Lucy screamed as he drew her clitoris into his mouth and suckled. She couldn’t hold still, couldn’t hold back the orgasm that raged through her.
    The pleasure was so intense, so startling, she nearly passed out from the throbbing waves of sensation.
    When she finally got her heavy eyes to open again, Bram was standing beside the bed, breathtakingly naked and rolling on a condom. His body was sculpted of hard muscle and thick bones, his legs braced apart, his wide shoulders gleaming with sweat. There was a tightness to his expression, a stormy glitter to his eyes, that told her his control was a thing of the past.
    Lucy moaned, seeing his long fingers roll the rubber up the length of his rigid erection. It was long and thick and throbbing, and something insidious expanded inside her; she didn’t know if it was anticipation or fear. Staring at him, she said, “I don’t know about this, Bram.”
    Evidently done with wooing her, he didn’t give her a chance for second thoughts. He lifted her under her arms and straightened her out on the bed, moving her limp, nearly lifeless body just like he would a doll. Almost the second he laid her flat, he had two fingers pushed deep inside her, stroking. Her sensitized tissues