He should go for a woman who was wholesome and pure. The girl-next-door type whose mother wasn’t a selfish, gold-digging socialite wanna-be and whose father had actually been able to see his worth, even if it had only been through his daughter’s eyes.
“Damn it, El, I like you, okay?” Lucky’s blurted admission made her question his ability to read minds. “I like you a lot, and I think…” Another hard swallow. “I know things have progressed between us at like Mach Jesus rate and all, but I really think we’ve found something special here. At least, I know I have.”
Mach Jesus…
Ellie threw her head back and laughed. She couldn’t help it. The man just had that effect on her. Not only that, but helikedher. A lot, apparently. And unless she was totally misreading him, it wasn’t only because they’d had sex.
He doesn’t just like you. He thinks the two of you have something special.
Funny thing, that. She was pretty sure there was something special between them, too.
“You’re…laughing.” Lucky’s blank stare made her laugh even harder. “That wasn’t me being a smartass, El. I was being serious.”
“I know.” She struggled to catch her breathing. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing…because I thought…you were kidding…”
Slow, steady breaths, El. That’s it. In through your nose, and out through your lips. There ya go. Now, let’s try this again.
Ellie cleared her throat and pushed back her shoulders. “Sorry,” she offered sincerely. “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just…Mach Jesus?” A small, half-snort-half-giggle escaped. “Really?”
For a moment, the only thing Lucky did was stare. Nerves danced in her belly, and her mind raced to figure out why.
Surely she hadn’t offended him. Not the man who had an endless supply of inappropriate jokes. But why else was he just standing there, staring at her like that?
The answer to that question came in the form of a kiss. Hard. Fast. Hot. And completely unexpected.
The man had moved so fast, Ellie hadn’t seen him coming until it was already there. With one hand cupping the nape of her neck, Lucky ravished her mouth with his as if he were a dying man, and her kiss was the cure.
“Need inside you,” he growled against her lips. “Now.”
His frantic tone and movements spurred her into action. With her own carnal needs rising to near-explosive levels, Ellie hurriedly began to strip.
Pieces of clothing began flying in all directions. Her blouse. His jeans. Her bra and pants. His boxers and socks.
Just as he had in his office the night before, Lucky lifted her into his arms and moved them to the nearest wall. Pressing her back against what was actually the inches-wide end of the accent wall, Lucky let one of her feet fall back to the floor as he hooked an arm beneath her opposite knee.
She didn’t think about condoms. Ellie couldn’t think ofanythingother than the overwhelming urge to feel him deep inside.
Reaching down between their frenzied bodies, she filled her fist with his velvety rod and positioned his hot tip to her slick entrance. Lucky didn’t wait to thrust his hips forward.
With one hand holding her bent leg as high as it would go, his other remained wrapped tightly around the exposed edge of the decorative wall’s square cut-out. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ellie likened his position to a climber repelling down the side of a stories-tall structure.
But that image was fleeting, her focus consumed by the way Lucky’s magnificent body stretching hers to its limits as he drove himself in and out of her greedy sex. Again. And again.
And again.
“God, yes!” she cried out, her lust-filled voice echoing off the living room walls.
“Come on, baby. Gotta get you there. Not…gonna….last…”
As if his words were permission to come, Ellie’s head fell back against the wall, and a low, keening sound filled the air around her. With her climax still thundering through her, Lucky’s movements grew rougher until—
“Ah, Christ. I’m gonna…”
His gaze grew blind with pleasure as the man’s own orgasm hit. Ellie could feel his hot essence as it filled her core over and over again, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
The shot she took was nearly a hundred percent effective, and even if it wasn’t—
Whoa, there, Ellie girl. Embarking on a new relationship was one thing, but babies? Have you lost your everlovin’ mind?