Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Despite the anger that radiated from the kiss, she instantly responded, openly yielding to him as she arched into him, and allowed him complete access to the moist heat of her mouth.

With deft movements, he settled her on the bed and covered her with his body. As some of his anger flowed out of him, his actions became gentler. He leisurely probed inside her mouth with his tongue as he tasted the sweet honey of her lips.

Twining her arms behind his neck, she groaned into his mouth, as she parted her thighs and rocked her hips upwards, to grind her pussy against his lengthening cock.

He dragged his mouth from hers and stared into her lust drunk face for just a second before he lowered his head to the crook of her neck.

Sweeping his tongue in the hollow space, he tasted her silky skin, dragging throaty moans from her lips as he pressed his bulging erection against her core.

He devoured her with his lips as he placed a trail of wet kisses along her throat. Grasping the hem of her shirt, he pushed it up her body and over her breasts, until he got it off of her and flung it aside.

The succulent mounds of her full breasts spilled forth and he eagerly dipped his head to capture one stiffened peak between his lips as he massaged the other round globe.

“Lucas,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed as she tangled her hands in his hair.

Swirling his tongue around one nipple, he tugged at it gently before nipping it with his teeth. Then he did it again until she was a writhing, screaming mass beneath him. But even after that he continued his sweet

torture, lavishing her other nipple with the same undivided attention.

“Lucas, please,” she begged from beneath him as she tugged at his hair, forcing him to lift his head to meet her gaze.

“I—I need you inside me,” she said on a breathy moan. His cock, which was already hard, crushed against his zipper, straining to get out at her heated words. He ignored the demands of his body as he stared up at her face.

He didn’t answer her, as he lowered his head to rain tiny kisses along her belly, at the same time he unzipped her jeans and tugged them, along with her black thong, off her body.

Tonight he would give her the release she craved and prove to her what her body already knew. That she was his. But he wouldn’t take her. Not tonight. The alcohol mixed with her desire had left her horny. And as much as he hated to admit it, any man could have been between her thighs right now and she would have begged him to fuck her.

Lucas needed her to want him, not because she needed an itch

scratched, but because her body hungered for him and only him. And he knew the only way she was going to get to that point, was if she opened

her mind to the attraction that pulsed between them, which was something she hadn’t done yet, because she was still in denial that it existed as she fought tooth and nail against it.

But after tonight, there would be no way for her to deny it any longer. And he comforted himself with that knowledge as he lowered his head to stroke his tongue through the wet folds of her sex.

At the first touch of his tongue, she arched her back off the bed, as she fisted her hands in the bed sheets. “Lucas,” she moaned, as husky pants tumbled from her lips.

He worked his tongue through the seam of her pussy, to encircle the tiny, hardened nub. Sucking her clit between his lips, he dragged her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again as he tugged on it hard enough to bring her pleasure, but not enough to allow her to climax.

“Lucas, please,” she panted softly, her voice catching when he stroked his tongue deep inside of her. Groaning against her soft mound, he inhaled the musky scent of her as he tasted her cream that gushed out

from her hot center. As her thighs began to tremble around him, he felt his own body’s response as he began to quiver.

Running his hands along her bare thighs, he devoured her with his mouth, drinking from her core as the evidence of her arousal poured from inside her. She writhed against the bed, and he glanced up to see her eyes shut and her face twisted in agony.

He resumed his sweet torture, as he gave her just enough to keep her hovering on the edge, but not enough to tumble over.

“Lucas, p—please. I need to come.” The sound of her begging him for her release was almost his undoing. He had to draw in a deep breath of air to restrain himself from sliding up her body, freeing his aching cock, and giving her the orgasm she craved with the hard thrust of his length inside her.

She cried out his name again as she grinded her sex against his mouth, desperate for the climax he held just out of her reach.

A soft low chuckle rumbled in his chest as her movements became more frantic more frenzied. Sliding his hands along the soft skin of her spread thighs, the soothing action seemed to quiet her restlessness as he finally gave in to her body’s demands.

Closing his mouth around her clit, he tugged at the sensitive flesh, working it gently inside his mouth until he felt her shudder around him.

“Lucas!” She screamed as she tangled her hands in his hair and clamped her legs around his head. He held on as she rode his face, her hips pumping off the bed as her orgasm rocketed through her.

Her sweet, tangy juices poured from her sex and he eagerly lapped them up until she had nothing left and she collapsed in a boneless heap against the bed.

He gave her cunt one final swipe of his tongue before he slid up the length of her body. Lowering his head, he captured her lips with his, and she moaned into his mouth, undoubtedly tasting herself on his lips. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, his tongue probing inside her in much the

same way he’d probed inside her sex.

He had no idea if he would have broken his promise not to make love to her that night, had room service not picked that moment to knock on his door.

Twin groans of protest erupted from their lips as he slid off of her and stood to his feet. He then covered her naked body with the comforter before padding across the room to accept the tray from the server. After giving the man a tip, he closed the door and turned once again toward the bed expecting to find Yolanda twisted in his sheets looking like the sultry, sensual sex kitten he’d left only moments ago, but instead, he found her already half dressed and looking to tear out of there like the devil was at her heels.

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“What are you doing?” He asked with a frown, as he set the room service tray down on the table beside the bed.

Yolanda could barely look at Lucas as she hurriedly dragged on the rest of her clothes, struggling not to topple over in the stupid heels she’d

worn.

Her brain may have been just a bit fogged from the five glasses of wine she’d had, but she wasn’t drunk, which left her no excuse for what had just happened. She was so humiliated that she’d succumbed to the legendary charm of Lucas Gordon that she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

When she was fully clothed, she finally found the courage to meet Lucas’ searching gaze, who now stood towering just above her. When had he gotten so close?

“Thanks for dinner, but we have a long day tomorrow and I really should be going to bed.”

He stared at her, his eyes sharp, as he held her gaze. “So that’s it?

You’re just going to run out of here as if nothing happened?”

“Yes, because as far as I’m concerned nothing happened,” she said,

moving to step around him but was forced to stop when he blocked her path. She glared up at him, to see his eyes flashing with fury as he stared down at her. She sighed. “Look, Lucas. I’m sure you’re used to women falling at your feet, but I’m not one of them, nor do I want to be. I was

tipsy and a little out of it. Let’s just chalk tonight up as one of those drunken moments and forget about it, alright?”

She could tell by the way his face hardened that he wasn’t happy with her words, but there really wasn’t anything else she could say. She wasn’t trying to be mean, just honest. He enjoyed the chase, the need to conquer. This was nothing to him, except another conquest. More proof of his expert skill as a lover. She on the other hand took the notion of intimacy more seriously and it was a blow to her pride to find herself being added to his long list of conquests.

Lucas didn’t say a word as he stalked over to the table, grabbed the dinner tray, his back rigid as a board.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m walking you back to your room.”

Yolanda nodded as she followed after him, the tension between them thick and heavy as a midmorning fog, that she swore she would choke if she inhaled too deeply.

Neither of them said a word as they walked next door. Swiping the keycard, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, allowing Lucas to walk in behind her to set the tray down. She felt she should say something to ease the tension between them as she glimpsed the tight set of his jaw and the cool, hard look in his emerald eyes.

“Lucas, I—”

“There is no need to explain yourself now. You were perfectly clear just moments ago.” He dipped his head in a courteous nod as if they were strangers—as if his face hadn’t been buried in her pussy just minutes ago. “Good night, Yolanda,” he clipped out. And then he was gone as he

stalked out of her room, slamming the door shut behind him.