Caress Part Three (Arcadia Book 3) Read Free

harsh, guttural sound. Spurred on by
it, I closed my lips over his crest and sucked lightly, flicking my tongue over
his sensitive underside.
      “Emma!”
    Swept by the mingled power and pleasure this act never
failed to bring me, I kept on. With one hand, I worked his shaft at the same
time that I sucked harder, drawing him deeper. My other hand drifted between my
legs.
    I was just about to slip a finger or two under the damp silk
of my thong when he took hold of my hair, twisting it around his fist until I
felt a little stab of pain.
    “Enough,” he rasped, drawing me upright.
    I acquiesced but with the greatest reluctance. Staring into
smoldering gray eyes, I pouted and said, “Spoilsport.”
    His high-boned cheeks were flushed, his eyes narrowed to
shards of molten steel. As he stared at me, I had the impression that he was
coming to a decision.
    “You think so?” he asked. “Let’s see how you feel about
this.”
    Before I could respond, he turned me and took hold of both
my wrists, stretching my arms forward.
    “Brace your hands against the edge of the counter,” he
ordered.
    A tremor of excitement ran through me as I obeyed.
    I heard a rustle of cloth as he finished stripping, then he
was pressed against me, chest to back. The feel of his warm, taut skin against
mine sent quicksilver electrical shocks dancing over every inch of my body. I
trembled and tightened my grip on the counter.
    His hands settled—big, hard, and firm--on my hips. He
shifted me just enough that my back arched more acutely. The position was a
little uncomfortable but I didn’t care. Arousal ran through me, hot, thick,
irresistible.
    I dared a glance over my shoulder and gasped. Satisfied with
my position, Lucas had kept one hand on me but let the other go, using it
instead to fist his gorgeous cock. Captive to his blatant sensuality, I
couldn’t take my gaze from him as he pumped himself up and down with leisurely
strokes.
    Heat flamed my cheeks as he chuckled and rubbed his crest
all along the crease of my ass, probing just a little way between my cheeks.
    Thickly, he said, “I want you here, too, Emma. When you’re
ready. I want all of you.”
    At his words, my nipples hardened almost to the point of
pain. A sudden gush of arousal escaped my panties to dampen my inner thighs. If
I’d been able to think even a little clearly, I might have been embarrassed.
But to my lust-dazed mind, nothing mattered except the pressure radiating
outward from my throbbing clit.
    “ Lucas…” I rubbed against him, moaning, shameless in
my need.
    He sucked in his breath and slipped a hand between my legs,
stroking me though the damp silk.
    “Do you like this?” he murmured.
    “ Mmmm …”
    His teeth grazed down the length of my neck to close in a
small but sharp bite in the tender flesh at the base. I flinched more in
surprise than pain.
    “Tell me you like it,” he demanded.
    “I do! Don’t stop, please…”
    I felt his smile against my skin as he obliged, increasing
the pressure a little just where I needed it the most.
    But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
    “Touch me, Lucas, please!”
    “I am, sweetheart, but maybe you mean like this—” He slipped
a finger under my panties and lightly stroked along my slit from front to back,
once, twice…
    “More,” I gasped.
    At once, he paused. “More what?”
    What? What did he want me to say? Hesitantly, I asked,
“More, please?”
    “That’s better,” he murmured and resumed stroking, a little
more firmly but still not enough to give me any relief.
    On the contrary, the pressure continued to build, coiling
through my body. I felt as though I stood on the edge of a precipice, desperate
to soar but held trapped, a prisoner to his touch.
    “I’m close,” I murmured, hoping he’d take the hint.
    Instead, he murmured, “Are you? Let’s see.”
    A long, blunt-tipped finger slipped under my panties and
swirled around my opening before slowly thrusting inward.
    I felt his groan