Luring Lucy by Lori Foster Page B

jolted at the invasion, causing her body to shudder and flinch.
    â€œDon’t fight me, Lucy. Relax. You can take me.” He ground out the words from between his teeth, sweat dotting his forehead, his temples. “It’ll be so goddamned tight I’m liable to die, but I won’t hurt you.”
    She had no reply to that and couldn’t have spoken anyway, because Bram kissed her. His body covered hers and his mouth stole her breath and then she felt him at her opening and the burning pressure began.
    Wriggling, she tried to adjust to his entrance. Bram caught her legs under her knees and lifted, opening her wide, alarming her to the point that she stiffened.
    â€œNo, Lucy. Relax, baby. Don’t tense up on me.” He panted out the words, every muscle on his body straining. And still he pressed on, coming into her by agonizingly slow degrees, continually driving forward, deeper and deeper. True to his word, for her there was no real pain, only the acute pleasure of being filled once again by a man.
    But it was even more than that, because he wasn’t just any man. He was Bram, so very special, so male, so overwhelming in every way.
    He paused, his eyes squeezed shut. Lucy tentatively stroked hischest and neck, down to his nipples, where she flicked and teased them. His back arched and he pushed deeper still, causing her to gasp.
    â€œThat’s enough, Bram.” Her heart pounded so hard it rocked the mattress. If Bram heard her, he showed no sign of it. He didn’t move, but he didn’t pull out, either.
    Lucy couldn’t get a deep-enough breath. He really was too huge, she thought, almost panicked. “Bram . . .”
    â€œJust a little more, baby.” He opened his eyes and locked his heated gaze with her wary one. “A little more.”
    Gently, inexorably, he pressed. Their strenuous breathing filled the otherwise silent room. His chest heaved, his arms trembled. Dark color slashed his high cheekbones and his mouth looked hard and sensual. In a rumble, he urged, “Take all of me, Lucy. Tell me you want all of me.”
    She wanted to say yes, but she didn’t think she could. Fantasizing about a man so large didn’t even begin to touch on the reality. She tried to relax, tried to accept him, but she felt impaled, ready to break.
    Moving her legs over his shoulders, Bram came down to one elbow, balancing himself. With his other hand, he smoothed her hair away from her face. He looked at her mouth and kissed her while he trailed his fingers to her breast and began tormenting her nipple with rough fingertips. Her muscles clamped around him in reaction, making them both moan.
    She didn’t think she could take any more, but he proved her wrong. Her body was burning, on fire, her breasts throbbing, her nipples painfully tight. And Bram kissed her gently as he reached between their bodies and stroked her swollen sex where she held him. Lucy caught her breath.
    â€œThat’s it,” he murmured, continuing to tease sensitive tissues before readjusting his hand and smoothing his thumb over her turgid clitoris. She jerked hard, crying out.
    â€œNo, Bram.” Her voice was a whimper, a plea. She was too sensitive, and it felt like too much.
    He continued the light touch, growling,
“Yes,”
and there was no way she could stop him. All she could do was accept him and try not to scream as sensation once again built within her.
    The pleasure was too sharp, too much, making her squirm and inadvertently helping him to sink into her. Every place on her body was affected by him, her nipples rasped by his chest hair, her mouth caught under his, his erection more than filling her, his thumb driving her insane, and then, to her amazement, Lucy began to climax again. It wasn’t your average, run-of-the-mill orgasm. Her body burned with feelings, her muscles all clenching hard so that she ached at the same time the pleasure overcame her.
    Bram took