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His eyes were blazing such a vibrant gold, and his hair was all mussed like he’d run his hands through it.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you…” He shook his head hard and gripped his hair in clenched fists. “Stop,” he whispered.
Oooooh no, his gorilla was in his head. He’d been the reason he’d had to leave Cadence, and now he was talking again around Jenna.
“What’s he saying?” she whispered. “Just say it. Get it over with and we can both move on.”
His eyes were churning with something she didn’t understand.
“Say it,” she whispered, her eyes burning.
Lucas ran his hand down his beard and looked like he was choking on words he was refusing to say out loud.
“I would rather know.”
No answer.
“Tell me!” she yelled.
Lucas’s lips crashed onto hers and he pushed her backward into the house, slammed the door closed with his foot. His hands were strong as he gripped her hips and pulled her upward.
With a gasp, Jenna wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her arms around his shoulders to hold on better. His hard, swollen cock pressed against the seam of her jeans, and ooooh, she could tell he wanted her. He walked her into the hallway and she tilted her head the other way, sucked on his bottom lip hard, then parted her lips for him to slip his tongue against hers.
A soft rumble emanated from his chest and he angled her back against the wall in the hallway. His hips ground against hers, and it felt good right there. She gasped for breath out of the kiss and tossed her head back. His lips went straight to her throat, and she could feel his too-sharp canines scrape her sensitive skin there.
A moan escaped her, and she gripped him tightly as he ground against her again, her fists clenching the fabric of his T-shirt.
“Fuck, I need you,” he said in a shaky whisper.
She got it. She understood. She needed him too.
“You can have me.”
He crushed her against him as he yanked her off the wall and strode with her into the bedroom like she weighed nothing at all. He tossed her onto the bed, and holy hell, this was so hot. The bedroom was dim, but the hall light was filtering through the open doorway, illuminating his torso. His muscles rippled as he peeled his shirt over his head. He looked like a demigod here in the soft glowing light—chiseled from head to toe, built like Zeus. The cuts were still healing from his fight, but most of the bruising was already gone. Strong, dominant alpha male, and her body was so ready.
She sat up and scrambled to her knees, pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it next to the bed. His eyes sparked with hunger as he watched her unfasten her bra and toss that too.
He blew out a breath and closed the space between them, pulled her waist in as his lips found the sensitive nub of her breast. Jenna arched for him, angling for him as she watched him suck on her breast in awe. She ran her nails through his hair and told him how good it felt. With a sexy smack, he released her, then drew her other nipple into his mouth, lapped his tongue against it until she was breathless.
He reached into the front of her jeans and slid his hand down her sex, felt her slick folds and then pushed his finger into her. “Mmmmm,” he rumbled. “Good girl, getting wet for me fast.”
Oh God, yes, and he knew how to talk to her? She rolled her hips against his hand and lowered her lips to his ear. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
He bulldozed her backwards and unfastened her jeans, pulled them from her along with her panties, and lowered down. “Like this?” he asked through a wicked smirk. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and lowered his face to the apex between her legs, then ate her slow. She’d never let anyone do this to her—never wanted to—but here with him, she was safe. She ran her hands through his hair and rolled her hips upward to meet his lapping tongue. Already she felt so good.
He lifted off her and kissed his way up her stomach, gripped her hands and held them above her head. “Or do you mean something different?”
“I mean something different,” she said mindlessly.
She was dizzy under his heady, masculine scent and the weight of his dominance, and felt high as a freakin’ kite with whatever buzz he was giving her body.
“You want me to unbutton my jeans?” he asked softly before he kissed her neck again.
“Yes.”
