Why now? Why this woman?
She moved in, parted her lips. Luc widened his stance, bracing himself for the first electric lick, his whole system jacked up on lust and need to possess. Then Alyssa exhaled on the sensitive head of his dick, and he shivered. Sensation rioted, and he held his breath. Trembled.
Her tongue peeked out. It was the most fucking erotic thing he'd ever seen. Closer, closer . . .
"Hello?" a woman called from the dining room. "Anyone here?"
Her heels clicking across the hardwood floors, toward the kitchen, finally registered in Luc's lust-saturated brain. Shit!
Alyssa rocked back on her heels, then stood. She cast a regretful glance down at his cock, then brushed a soft hand across his face.
Even her hand on his cheek sent sparks colliding inside him, and he cursed and pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants and righting his shirt.
