Page 147 of The Stranger

She plucks at the button. “Please, let me.”

As much as I want the pleasure of seeing her on her knees, my need is greater. I put my hand over hers. “If you open my pants, I’m fucking you right here.”

There isn’t ounce of repentance in her expression as she pops the button open. “I hope you weren’t expecting a complaint.”

“What happened to regretting reckless?” I quirk a brow, but her gaze has already dropped.

“You’re clean, and I’m protected. It’ll be night soon enough.”

I swallow back a moan as her dainty hand curls around my length, sliding to caress the crown. A seismic ripple of want rushes through me.

“You will kill me,” I whisper, putting my lips to hers again.

“Quickly.” The word falls on a taut breath. She tilts her hips, then swipes me along the wet ribbon of her flesh.

“Tell me you need this,” I demand, covering her hand with mine. “Tell me you need me.”

“Luc, please. I need you.” The hungry longing in her eyes seems to intensify the ache in my chest.

I lift her knee to my hip. God, she’s so lovely as I press my hand to her cheek. I know this is wrong, that it’s dangerous, but nothing else matters but the breath she holds as I push myself slowly inside.

The hot velvet heat of her—I didn’t imagine it before. The way her body holds me feels like the start of a new addiction. I’ll never experience a feeling so exquisite if I live to be a hundred years old.

“I can’t…”

“Believe we’re here,” I finish for us both.

I hold us there, giving her a moment to adjust as she throbs around me. “Good?”

She nods, and we both give a taut moan as I begin to withdraw when her foot presses the back of my thigh.

“Wait,” she whimpers, her hips trying to follow mine.

I find myself biting back a grin. “Ma belle, you know you can take all the time you need.”

“Shut up.” Her answer shimmers with laughter as she puts her forehead to my shoulder. She breathes me in. “I can’t believe we couldn’t wait until tonight.”

“We could’ve been doing this for weeks.” I groan as she flutters around me.

“We—”

I cut off her words with a greedy kiss, and the tide of her body pulls me back in. The slick of her acceptance. The hot grip of her walls.

“Oh God,” she whimpers as I bottom out. “You’re so big.”

“Feel free to tell me that anytime.” Dieu, the feel of her against me. Around me. I can’t express what it does. This woman is a wildflower, not a common or garden one.

“Big head,” she moans as I undulate, grinding a little over her clit.

“More compliments.” This feels too intimate, too real for our plan. I don’t hold the thought long as I brace my knees, fighting the urge to drive myself inside her. Hard and unforgiving, again and again, to fucking wreck her as my body demands. Instead, I slide my hands behind her to keep her back from the rough wall. “Next time we do this in a bed.”

She presses her finger to my lips. I bite it.

“Say it again,” I rasp, my mouth, hot and wet against her neck.

“Oh God, you vain, vain man. Okay, have an enormous⁠—”

I scrape my teeth over her pulse. “Say my name again, Primevère.”