Sweetwater: The Kihn (The Sweet Series) (41 page)

“Which one is it, Sofie?”

“Hmmm,” I respond, pushing his sweater up. I’m no longer following the line of conversation as I put my mouth on his chest.

He grasps my hands and raises my arms above my head, holding both wrists with one hand. His free hand moves between my legs. He has my legs spread wide and trapped in place. He pushes a finger into me, and my spine bows slightly. At the same time, he leans down and bites my nipple.

“Ahhh!” I cry, trying to twist away from his mouth.

“Shhh.” As I whimper, he releases the tortured nipple, licks and sucks it into his mouth. He inserts a second finger and rotates his hand, his fingers twist inside me. I groan loudly. “You are so swollen, baby. Mmmm,” he growls. “You feel good.” I pant as his fingers curl inside of me, rubbing quickly and firmly against that incredibly sensitive spot.
Oh!
I writhe and squirm. It’s such an overpowering sensation, I can’t take it. His mouth smothers my cries, wrenched from me as I come.

Geez, that was fast!

He continues stroking inside me as my body trembles from my orgasm. Lucas kisses my forehead, my closed eyelids, and my parted lips gently. I open my eyes, and he smiles. “You are so beautiful, Sofie.”

I smile dazedly as he releases my hands and pulls his fingers from me. He moves off me and stands beside the bed, staring down. I have no reason to be embarrassed, he’s seen me many times, but I am, and I move my legs together.

“No. Leave your legs spread, Sofie,” he orders as he undoes his pants. My whole body flushes as his eyes move over me. He’s quickly naked, and I can’t take my eyes off his erection.
He is so freakin’ big!
My mouth goes dry thinking about him inside me. I look up, catch his smirk, and I’m blushing again.

“You like?” He holds his erection and I think my blush will blister me. He laughs and grabs my legs, pulling me toward him, flipping me over onto my stomach. I’m caught off guard at the suddenness of the move and inhale sharply.

“Up on your knees,” he orders as he grabs my hips. “Move your knees apart.” He grabs my ponytail, pulling my head back before burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. I cry out from the sensation of fullness and him pushing against that extremely sensitive spot deep inside of me.

“You feel so good, my sweet,” he says hoarsely. “You’re so tight.” He grasps my hips, and I moan as he pulls out and then thrusts in deeply.

I instinctively tighten my vaginal muscles, contracting around his erection. I smile with great satisfaction when I hear his sharply indrawn breath. He growls deeply as I tighten my muscles again and I gasp as I feel him grow larger. I writhe against him, feeling every inch rubbing inside of me as Lucas slowly pulls out. He leans over me, his front to my back, and pulls me up.

“Sofie,” he breathes in my ear and bites my earlobe. His hands cover my breasts, squeezing, then pinching my nipples hard, causing me to buck against him. “Easy!” His voice is deep and husky.

“Lie down on your back, spread your legs, and bend your knees.” I flush at his words, but do as he orders as his hot gaze moves over me.

He enters me slowly, his hands on either side of my shoulders, holding his chest up above me. He’s looking into my eyes, and I moan at the sensation of him filling me, stretching me. He leans down for a kiss, straightens and pulls my legs up over his shoulders.
Oh, this feels good.
He thrusts in and out slowly.

“This may be too intense for you,” he warns. With that said, he leans forward, bending me in half. This angle feels exquisite, and my moan lets him know I like it. He’s up on the bed now, his knees beside my hips, as he picks up speed and lunges deeply into me.
It’s so good this way!
My panting’s loud, and just when I think the sensation is too much, his thrusts become shallow. This causes friction in a whole different area.

I grip his arms and move my head back and forth. He slows and deepens his thrust again.
Oh!
I don’t think I can take much more. The pain/pleasure is building, and he moves my legs wider, letting them slide off his shoulders as he leans back, holding them in the crook of his arms.

“Do you like this, sweet?” he rasps, his teeth clenched. He continues to thrust into me slow and deep as he grips my thighs. “Hmmm?”

“Yes!” I cry, gripping the sheets as my back bows off the bed. My legs start to quiver, and I try to straighten them, but Lucas holds fast, keeping them held tightly in place. The intense pleasure builds to the point of pain. “Please, Lucas,” I cry.

He leans above me, bending me over again, my legs once more over his shoulders as he continues the deep thrusting. My orgasm is so intense when I come, I scream as it racks my body. He continues to thrust until he rears his head back and roars with his release. He holds me tight against his body as the aftershocks continue to consume me.

Once our breathing has calmed, he repositions us on the bed and pulls the covers up. “Sleep.” He smooths my hair off my damp forehead and tilts my face up, giving me a kiss.

I’m exhausted, but I don’t fall asleep. Lying here with him, our limbs entwined around each other, feels so good I want to savor the moment. Does our lovemaking affect him as it does me? I wonder if feeling so needy for sex all the time is normal. Less than two weeks ago, I was a virgin with no problem controlling my libido. Now all I think about is Lucas and the things he does to me, and what I want to do to him, and how soon can we do them.

“What are you thinking about, my sweet?” he asks, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. His head is propped up against the headboard, and mine is on his chest as his arm cradles me against his side. I’m absentmindedly running my fingers over his chest and stomach.

“About telling Ben I’m staying here with you,” I say softly.

“Living—you live with me,” he says firmly.

“It’s not going to be easy.” I actually feel nauseated just thinking about the conversation with Ben.

“I’ll go with you when you’re ready to speak to him.”

“You will?” I lean up to see his face.

“I will.” He watches my hair uncurl from his finger, then his eyes meet mine. “He entrusted your care to me, and now the situation has changed—in more ways than one.” He grins wolfishly at me. “It’s only right that I speak with him.”

“You... you’re not going to say anything to him about us?” I ask in alarm.

His eyes glitter as he gazes at me. “Sofie, you are mine. You will not be leaving me, and I am not going to lie to your uncle or anyone else about us.”

I groan and cover my face with the sheet. I know he’s right, but—how embarrassing.

“My sweet, I need you to do something for me.” His tone alerts me.

“What?” I peek out at him.

“Tomorrow, some men will show up here—Mercenary types.” He certainly has my attention now. “I’ll feel better if you aren’t at the meeting.”

I sit up, holding the sheet over my breasts. “What?”

“We’ll only be going over what happened tonight. You won’t miss anything and I’ll tell you later what went on. Better yet, I’ll have Jake fill you in.”

“Why?” I notice a tightness around his eyes.

“The fewer people who know who you are—what you look like—the better.” He lifts his eyebrow in a mocking manner. “Since you don’t seem to
know
why you are of such interest to the Kihn or Ezra—and I sure as hell don’t know—we need to play it low-key and keep you out of sight.”

“I
don’t
know,” I say softly.

His eyes bore into mine. “I believe you. But I also know—you aren’t telling me what you do know.”

My breath catches as he continues to hold my gaze. I lie back down beside him. “Okay,” I murmur. “I’ll stay away tomorrow. I’ll... go to the movies or something with Diane and Emma Rae.” We lie there in silence.

“I wish you trusted me,” he says unexpectedly.

“Lucas, I do trust you!” I cry, burying my face against him.

“Shhh.” He pulls me up close, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses my forehead. “Sofie, I will always take care of you, and I won’t let anything harm you. Hey—” He tilts my face up and wipes a tear from my lashes. “When you feel strong enough to talk to me about this, I’ll be here to help you. Okay?” I press my face against his neck. “You are everything to me, baby. Hey, look at me.” His eyes have an intensity that stills my breathing. “Whatever frightens you—
I
will deal with. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper and he crushes my body to his, holding my head against him as I snuggle.

“You need to sleep now, and I need some down time.” He pulls the covers over me, and I sleep.

I dream Lucas is lying beside me, stroking my body with his hand. I stretch and his hand slides over my stomach. I turn toward him and my eyes open to look right into the most beautiful shade of green. I think he sees the surprise in mine because he leans back.

“Why do you look so startled? Who did you expect?” he growls.

“Oh, Lucas,” I caress the side of his face and grin. “I was dreaming, and when I opened my eyes…” I shrug.

He rolls me onto my back and covers my body with his. “Dreaming, huh? Who the hell were you dreaming of?” he growls and nips my earlobe.

“Oh—he was a tall, dark, and dangerous man,” I tease and giggle, raising my arms above my head, stretching and causing my breasts to swell provocatively. I see the flare of des
ire in his eyes. He roughly spreads my legs apart and rubs his jean-covered crotch against my sex. “Ahhh! Lucas!” I’m so sore I don’t think I can take him doing much of that.

“What’s the matter, my sweet? You think you can tease me and then not pay up?” He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it forcefully.

I moan and try to arch my back, but he has me pressed into the mattress. He continues to lick, tug with his teeth, and suck my nipples. I writhe beneath him and whimper, feeling myself getting wet between my legs.

Lucas suddenly rolls off me, onto his back. “We need to talk before you leave to meet your friends.”

What?
I’m panting with my need. “Lucas...” I scoot close to him.

“Sorry, Sofie, we don’t have time. I’ve got to get back to the arena, and I wanted to talk to you before you left.”
I close my eyes. I want him—now! “What’s the matter, sweet?” he murmurs in my ear.

I open my eyes and see the mockery in his.
Smug bastard!
He’s doing this on purpose. “Nothing,” I mumble.

“Are you sure?” he asks, grinning.

I shrug, and then I attack. I sit on top of him and grab his arms, pinning them on either side of his head against the mattress as he laughs. I grind against his erection and, leaning forward, I latch on to his neck. I bite, and then I suck. Hard.

He growls an almost animalistic sound and slings me off him. As I bounce on the bed, I roll and hit the floor running. He moves fast and comes after me with a snarl that gets my heart pounding and adrenaline flowing. I squeal and hurry to get the couch between us. I’m panting, and I know my eyes are large. Playing with Lucas this way elicits a certain amount of fear. I’m also very naked, which just now registers.
Damn it!
I glance toward the bed, contemplating running back for cover, and that’s when Lucas makes his move. He slings the couch out of the way.

What the hell?
Then I’m airborne.

I land flat on my back on the bed with Lucas lying on top of me. He raises my arms above my head, spreading them wide and doing the same with my legs until he has me spread-eagled beneath him. I giggle, and he grins like an idiot. Then he kisses me as if he wants to consume me.

When he raises his head, I’m breathless. He throws his head back and gives a yell. I think it must be some type of battle cry, and the only reason I think that is because Jake and Sawyer have their own yells for when they hunt and fight. I know—men!

Lucas presses me further into the mattress. “I caught you, my pretty. You are mine.”

“Without a doubt,” I breathe.

“Let’s go take a shower.”

What?

“Come on.” He gets off the bed, pulling me into his arms. “Let’s go, we don’t have much time.” He nudges me toward the bathroom and then he slaps me on my bottom, hard.

“Ow!” He laughs and pushes me on toward the bathroom as I rub my smacked backside.

“Get the water on while I undress,” he orders.

“Yes, sir!” I sassily answer, which gets me a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be fresh, Sofie.”

I’m standing under the spray getting my hair wet when he steps in. He grips my waist and pulls me back against his body. I feel his erection poking me as he pushes me up against the shower wall.

“This is going to be fast, sweet.”

He enters me quickly from behind, raising me to my tiptoes with each thrust. Lucas’ hands are over mine on the shower wall, and he’s right; it is fast. Soon I feel the familiar tightening in the pit of my stomach.

Lucas slows his thrusts, stops and holds perfectly still. “Let’s get you washed.”
What?
I’m panting with need as I press back against him. “Hold still, Sofie,” Lucas whispers in my ear as he rubs soap over a washcloth.

“Lucas!” I hiss as he runs the cloth over my breasts.

The washcloth is not made of rough material, but as sensitized as my skin is, it might as well be burlap. I moan as he runs the cloth repeatedly over my breasts while he’s still buried deep inside of me. He goes down my stomach, where he dips into my belly button, and down between my legs.
Oh!
I don’t want him to stop rubbing there. My body quivers uncontrollably as desire surges through me, my blood pounding in my ears. It’s all I can do to remain standing. He moves the cloth over my shoulders, down my back, and between my buttocks, pressing hard with his fingers.

That does it. My legs give way, and he grabs my waist as I come. Lucas wraps me in his arms, turning us under the spray of water. He’s still buried deep inside of me.

“Here, brace your hands,” he says as he begins to thrust. My body is still quivering from the aftereffects of my orgasm.

The sound of Lucas’ harsh breath echoing off the shower walls is erotic and I can’t help but respond to him, even though I’m truly spent. I push back against his thrusts as he pounds into me. With one last forceful thrust, pushing me up against the shower wall, he finds his release. He leans his full weight against me as we struggle for breath.

We’re clean, dried, and wrapped in robes within minutes. I’m still dazed and trembly from my orgasm as I dry my hair while he dresses. When I step back into the bedroom, I notice the couch is back in position.

“I did not have time for this,” he admonishes as he sits on the bed pulling socks and boots on.

“You started it,” I reprimand.

He grins boyishly. “I did, didn’t I?” He raises one of his eyebrows at me.

I can’t help but grin back. I slip on underwear in the closet and come out dressed in a little black cami and barely there panties. I’m exacting a little payback. He watches me as he finishes dressing.

“Sofie.” The sound of his voice lets me know playtime is over. “Even though the Kihn aren’t hunting you, it doesn’t mean that if the opportunity were to present itself—”

Damn it!
I knew the Kihn leaving me alone was too good to be true.

“The Kihn may not be looking to take you, but that doesn’t mean Ezra won’t come up with something else.”

“You think I’m still in danger.”

His gaze locks on mine. “I’ve…” He hesitates. “I think it will be okay for you to go out today, but you need to be extremely careful. And I want you back here before dark.”

I don’t think this is what he started to say, but I let it go. “Okay.”