Luring Lucy by Lori Foster Page B

pounded and his temperature rose. “That’s the part where I get to take your shirt off you and kiss your pretty breasts and maybe make you half as nuts as I am.”
    â€œRight . . . right now?”
    â€œHell yes. I don’t think I can wait much longer.” Bram coasted his fingertips back down her arm, over her abdomen, and lower, to fondle her belly. She was soft, giving, and he wanted to tease her, to drag out the fun. Bram angled his fingers upward and just barely touched the underside of her left breast. “I want to move slowly, for both of us. I’ve wanted you too long to be able to do everything I want to do to you if I get you completely naked. And you’re still a little hesitant about things, aren’t you?”
    â€œIt feels . . . weird, being with you.” She rushed to clarify that, in case he’d misunderstood. “I mean, we’ve been practically related for a long time.”
    Bram cupped her breast in his palm and felt her heartbeat quicken. Her nipple was elongated, puckered tight, showing her arousal. “Does this feel familial?” he asked, groaning just a bit with the voluptuousness of the moment. “Christ, Lucy, I’ve wanted to do this forever.”
    â€œBram . . .” Her head tipped back to his shoulder and she shuddered delicately.
    Bram caught her nipple and tugged the tiniest bit, rolling the swollen tip, plucking at it.
    â€œOh, God.”
Her back arched, her legs stiffened.
    She panted, thrilling Bram with the measure of her response. Softly, wonderingly, he whispered, “You need this almost as much as I do, don’t you, baby?” Using his left hand, he again stroked her belly, then lower. The heat of her through her shorts scorched him. The soft, worn denim did nothing to disguise her sex. Bram could feel the swollen, delicate folds and the soft tender flesh between.
    He slowed, moving deliberately, carefully. He searched her through the denim while he continued to torment and ply her nipple.
    â€œI want to feel your naked flesh,” he groaned, “but I’m so goddamned close to the edge, one touch of you and I’d explode myself.”
    While he watched, fascinated and intensely proud, Lucy’s body flushed with the first wave of a building climax. Her legs trembled and parted more, and Bram accepted her invitation, spurred on by her gasping breaths, the heaving of her chest. “Move with my fingers, sweetheart,” he instructed, and when she did, when her hips lifted into his touch, he growled, “That’s it.”
    She reached back and her nails dug into his naked thighs. Bram hissed out his pleasure, knowing she was close and it had been so easy. He released her breast to delve into her halter, shoving it down as he did so. It caught and held beneath the weight of her heavy breasts. Looking over her shoulder, Bram could see her large, darkly flushed nipples, pulled tight with desire.
    His vision blurred with heat, his cock flexing in reaction to the sight of her. He had to grit his teeth to hold himself in check, to keep from sitting her on the counter and removing her shorts. He wanted to feel her wetness, wanted to taste her, to know every part of her.
    With a harsh groan, he opened his mouth on her throat at the same time that his rough fingertips found and captured the naked, sensitized tips of her breasts. From one to the other, he teased them, pinching just hard enough to take her to the edge, then rolling them softly, gently, soothing her so that the next rough touch would be that much more acute. And all the while his hand between her legs kept up a pressing rhythm, pushing her and pushing her until suddenly she cried out, and the sound was one of the most beautiful he’d ever heard.
    His balls tightened in response to the quickening of her flesh and he had to struggle not to come with her. It was a close thing. Though he hadn’t made that kind of faux