He had her on the brink with indecent speed. Her body was starting to tremble, and he recognised the signs and eased back.
"Not yet, Sophie," he gasped. "Wait for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His low, sexy words only made it harder to fight her oncoming orgasm.
She nodded. "Be quick," she said desperately, even as he positioned himself against her opening. "Please... now, Lucien..."
He pushed his thick, rigid cock all the way inside her with a primal groan of satisfaction, pinning her against the door with the weight of his body. She gasped for air as he withdrew and then slammed hard into her again, frenzied, fast and bone-meltingly sexy. It was never going to be gentle, or last very long. He lifted her clean off the floor and wrapped her legs around him so she could take him to the hilt, and his grunts of sharp, intense pleasure rang in her ears as the base of his cock rubbed her clitoris with every thrust.
He'd started this over lunch. He'd stoked the fires all afternoon. And now, backed up against the apartment door, the release of her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer as she arched and grabbed at his hair. Lucien's ragged breathing provided the soundtrack as he closed his eyes and let go of the control he'd held onto, banging violently against her hips twice more before spilling himself inside her with a primal yell of satisfaction.
Sophie's heart thumped hard against her breastbone. She slowly became aware that her fingernails were embedded in his shoulders, and she loosened her grip to soothe the deep gouges she'd left there. His hands moved from supporting her bottom to cradling her close in his arms as he eased out of her.
"Let's take a shower," he said hoarsely, smoothing her hair.
Sophie kissed the hollow at the base of his neck as he kicked his clothes off his ankles. A shower sounded good, but it involved moving and she wanted to stay pinned between the door and his body forever. Lucien's mouth roved over her hair, half kissing her, half sighing with sexual fulfilment. He carried her into the bathroom, every inch the Viking sex god as he kicked the door open and switched the shower on and stepped inside.
Warm water sluiced over Sophie's shoulders as Lucien placed her gently on her feet and pulled the glass door shut on the huge shower enclosure. She turned her face up to the spray and let it slick her hair into ropes down her back as Lucien filled his hands with soap from the dispenser on the wall.
"Turn around," he breathed, after a drenched, lingering kiss. Sophie sighed and turned her back to him, her hands resting on the steamed up glass wall. She moaned lightly when his hands came to rest on her shoulders, and she tipped her head forward to rest on the glass as he massaged the creamy lather into her skin.
"I like my rules better than yours," he said, and Sophie could feel his erection resting against the base of her back as he ran the fragrant bubbles over her arms. She arched involuntarily as his fingers swept down her spine, then leaned back against him when he wrapped himself around her, one hand splayed on her stomach, the other cupping her cheek. He had her completely relaxed, and she turned her face into his palm and sighed.
"I like your rules too," she admitted.
He helped himself to more soap, then covered her breasts with his warm hands.
"You feel even better wet."
He shifted behind her a little so his cock slipped between her thighs as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. She rocked her hips, enjoying the slide of his erection between her legs.
"You too," she murmured, sighing at the delicious friction. When he reached for yet more soap, Sophie had a pretty good idea of where he was headed.
"Open your legs."
Sophie hooked one foot behind his calf as he held her steady between the glass wall and his body. She was hot, and drenched, and pressed her cheek to the glass as he fingered her slowly. Thoroughly. His mouth against her ear murmured incoherent words. Slow drags of his teeth against her skin. She turned her head into his open-mouthed kiss, warm droplets cascading over their faces as his tongue laced with hers. She wanted more, needed everything he had to give. Every slide of his cock against her entrance had her moaning for it to be the time he pushed himself inside her. Slide. Push. Slide. Please push. Lucien groaned into her mouth, then stopped making her wait any longer with one long, deep thrust.
"Oh God..." Sophie moaned. "Oh... so good..." She could barely string two words together. The sensations were too big, and building with every slow, decisive stroke of Lucien's cock. He played with her clitoris, his other hand on her face, his fingers moving restlessly over her jaw, in her mouth. His breathing in her ear kicked up a notch, and his thrusting hips told her he was as close as she was to coming. She started to tremble, and Lucien held her up as the exquisite sensation of being on the brink became almost too much to stand.
"So fucking beautiful..." Lucien's murmured endearment tipped her over the edge, dragging a yell of release from her body as she burst for him, over him, around him.
He held her hips steady as he thrust himself into her, only one word on his lips over and over as his body spasmed.
"Princess."
Chapter Thirteen
Wrapped up in the oversized white bathrobe a little while later, Sophie curled herself into the corner of the huge sofa. The remnants of a sumptuous buffet delivered by a nearby restaurant were spread over the glass coffee table in front of her, and Lucien, dressed only in low slung, faded jeans, crossed to sit alongside her with a newly opened bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"So. Here we are again, Ms. Black."
Sophie accepted the glass and tasted chilled bubbles. She knew what he meant. Here we are again, colleagues and lovers. Except this time she wasn't - technically - cheating, and her estranged husband wasn't hiding his other woman behind a smokescreen of late meetings and business trips. How very grown up of them all to be so frank. But it didn't feel entirely grown up. As she came down from her endorphin high, Sophie acknowledged that it still felt dreadfully messed up.
Lucien touched his glass to Sophie's.
"To Paris."
The smile that curved her lips must have looked as lacklustre as it felt.
"Tell me what's going on in that head of yours." Lucien relaxed back onto the sofa, his champagne glass in his hand, his gaze on Sophie.
She screwed up her nose, not even sure that she could put into words the cauldron of emotions that churned in her gut. She added a mouthful of champagne to the mix and lifted a shoulder in a half shrug.
"I don't know... I feel weird." In truth, weird didn't come close to describing how she felt.