Ultimate Surrender by Lydia Rowan Page A

pattern on her back, his fingers working magic, the touch drawing her nipples tight and sending a flood of moisture from her sex.
    “This,” he chuckled, stopped moving his hand, and began again, “is nothing. No, I want inside you.” As he spoke, he moved closer, so close, his warm breath skated down her neck, his voice rich, full in her ear.
    “And then?” she asked, her own voice deeper than usual but wobbly, unstable as the arousal shook through her.
    He chuckled again, the sound not humorous but instead full of seductive promise. “Then I fuck you. Hard and fast at first, taking you right to the brink. Then slow, soft, hard again, your tight, wet pussy choking my cock until neither of us can stand it,” he said, his voice barely a whisper when he finished.
    She lifted her heavy lids and looped a finger in his pants. “Sounds like we’re on the same page. I’ll lead the way,” she said, not caring that her eagerness was unmistakable in her voice.
    “Nope. I’m afraid we can’t,” Lucian said, leaning back to put more space between them.
    Cassandra felt the frown on her face and the insistent throb between her thighs that demanded to be relieved. “Why not?” she asked.
    “No condoms,” he said.
    Cassandra felt her frown shifting to a smile. “Oh, we can work around that,” she said.
    “I intend to,” he replied.
    As he spoke, he pushed her jacket down and off her shoulders and made equally quick work of her shirt, leaving her standing in her skirt and open bra.
    Lucian’s eyes were glued to her upper body, his fingers caressing her skin as his eyes did the same. Cassandra had long ago made peace with her body, and in fact loved her curves, but she still had occasional moments of doubt, expected at least some tremor of self-consciousness when a flawless Lucian looked at her.
    There was none.
    As Lucian looked at her, trailed his fingers along the rise of her breast, tracing the line where her bra hit skin, she felt nothing but impatient desire. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, happy he lifted his hands long enough to allow her to maneuver it off. When she got her first glimpse of his bare chest, she sighed out a moan that drew a cocky smile from him. She wouldn’t begrudge him the expression or the cockiness, though, couldn’t, because he had every right to be cocky.
    “Where were we?” he asked when he again moved closer to her, wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to again tease that line between fabric and flesh.
    “You were explaining how we were going to work around the absence of condoms,” Cassandra said.
    “Oh, yes,” Lucian replied, but before he continued, he kissed her collarbone, trailing his lips up her neck and across her shoulder.
    Without thought, Cassandra reached up to hook an arm around his neck, desperately needing something to hold on to.
    “There are a number of options,” he said, his voice a muffled whisper as he nibbled at her shoulder.
    “Enlighten me,” she said.
    “I could tongue-fuck you, lick that sweet pussy until you come, keep licking it until you come again,” Lucian whispered.
    “Uh…I-I have no objection to that,” Cassandra said, surprised she managed to speak at all.
    “Didn’t think you would, but I’m going to save that for another time,” he said, sucking the flesh that covered her collarbone into his mouth before releasing it.
    “So instead?” she asked, her voice still shaky.
    “Instead,” he said, pulling her bra down her arms and dropping it before he reached up to palm her breast, “I’m going to suck on this nipple.”
    “And?” she asked, which earned her another short bark of a laugh as he pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties down, revealing her sticky-wet cunt to the air.
    “And I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while I do it,” he said.
    As if to prove his point, he pushed a hand between her thighs, smiled when his fingers made contact at the wetness that greeted him. Or