I swallowed, nodding somberly, and pressed my palm to his strong jaw, needing to touch him. I whispered, “I know.”

Heat and promise filled his gaze, his attention traced the line of my eyebrows, nose, lips, and strayed to my neck and chest. He began unbuttoning the shirt I wore and pressed hot, hungry kisses to my breasts. Taking my lace-clad, pebbled nipple between his lips, he gave it a sharp bite, and I gasped. My thoughts turned to mush as soon as he started moving down my body until his face was between my thighs. He nuzzled me there, and I let out a sharp yelp at the sensation before he flicked open the buttons and pulled off my jeans.

“What do you want?” he asked, staring up at me as he slid a finger beneath the hem of my knickers, finding me wet.

“You know how I like it,” I answered, my voice more air than sound.

“Yeah,” he said, his brows drawing together in an attractively masculine and thoughtful expression. “I do, don’t I?”

At this he pulled my underwear to the side, exposing me to his intense stare. Bending his head, he licked lightly at my clit and my entire body bucked.

“Oh God.”

Sean reached up, deftly unclipping my bra and pushing my shirt away from my shoulders until I was completed naked before him. With his eyes on my breasts, he began lapping at me in earnest and I closed my eyes, my head falling back into the pillows as I savored the sensation. He moved two fingers inside me and I moaned loudly at the feeling of fullness.

Only about a minute went by before I was coming on his mouth. He sucked my clit between his lips, holding it there as the waves of my orgasm consumed me—the relief and torture of it. I noticed he was making a lot of noise, like he was enjoying making me come just as much as I enjoyed coming. But then, when he rose up on his knees, staring down at me with such dark possession, I noticed the wet patch at his crotch.

He’d come, too.

I couldn’t believe he’d come just from doing that to me. I knew he was a quick finisher, but I had a feeling there was more to it. Us together was so much more intense.

Sean + Lucy = Spectacular.

With both hands he toyed with my breasts, brushing his knuckles along the sensitive sides and making me shiver. He leaned down to kiss me softly. I tasted myself on his lips.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured before climbing off the bed and going to the bathroom.

I lay there, sated and foggy-headed, as I listened to the water come on in the next room. When Sean returned he was naked, and my eyes did a leisurely sweep of his perfectly formed physique. I didn’t even try to hide my ogling.

He smiled warmly. It was a private smile, a smile for lovers, and it made my heart clench.

“I love when you look at me like that,” he said huskily as he came and lifted me by the hips. A second later he’d flipped us with a fluid movement so I lay on top of him.

“Why?” I asked, still all mushy-headed.

“It’s territorial. A look that makes me feel like I’m your man. I like the idea of being yours.”

His words knocked me for six, and all I could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, as I wrapped my head around the fact Sean Cassidy wanted to be mine.

What the hell?

And why the hell did the concept sound so bloody appealing?

“That’s . . . that’s . . . um,” I rambled, unable to think of a proper response.

Sean chuckled. “You don’t have to say it back. I know I’m more into this than you are and that’s okay.”

“Are you serious?” I squeaked. “All I can think about is you, Sean. I’m into this. Believe me. If it weren’t for certain circumstances, I’d be wooing you like a motherfucker right now.”

He laughed harder, his voice full of affection. “I believe I’m the one who’s supposed to woo you.”

“Hey, I’m a modern gal. I’m all for girls wooing boys, and vice versa. Whatever works.”

I was vaguely aware that Sean had started rocking our bodies together. He was hard already, now there was a surprise . . . not.

The head of his cock brushed against my clit and I shivered. It felt amazing.

“You like that?” he whispered, staring up at me with hooded eyes as he continued to rock us.

I bit my lip. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes, please.” I added the please because I knew he liked it when I said it; and, oddly enough, I liked saying it to him.

His cock nudged at my entrance and I closed my eyes. He wasn’t wearing a condom and the feel of us skin on skin was too good. I’d tell him to put one on . . . in a minute. I just needed to feel this for one . . . more . . . minute.

I was still slick and wet from when he’d gone down on me, and before I knew it he’d ever-so-easily slipped inside me.

He was mind-blowing. His hands were on my hips, almost going the entire way around my waist.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, pumping up into me.

“Sean,” I breathed. “We didn’t . . . you forgot the condom.”

His eyes flared in mild panic as soon as I said the words. “Shit,” he swore loudly. “If you’re not on the pill I can—”

“No, I’m on it, it’s just . . .” I sliced my teeth across my lips, very much doubting he had the self-restraint to pull out even if he wanted to. This was the same man who complained about lasting ten whole minutes for a blow job, after all.

Understanding seemed to dawn in his eyes, “I’m clean. I get tested all the time for work. My last one was just three weeks ago.”