Lucy’s pov

We didn’t make it to the bed at first.

He backed me against the wall hard enough that the breath left my lungs in a soft rush. His mouth latched onto my throat, open and wet, sucking at the pulse there while his hands finally mapped every part of me he had been watching all day. Big palms dragged down my sides, over the curve of my waist, then up to cup my tits and squeeze.

His thumbs rubbed rough circles over my nipples until they ached and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole house to...