Something Borrowed

Chapter 11. Burning with You

Chapter 11. Burning With You

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(Lucas)

She looked alluring. Her eyes were speaking love languages without words. The dark gray eyes made him feel like he was lost in the dark night. It made him feel like he was standing inside the burning forest. So unbearably hot.

"Oh, damn Tammie," he said as her fingers played with his hair. She tugged it sharply and it stung, but the pain was also alluring. Addictive. He loved it too much to complain about it.

"Touch me, Luc." Her voice was a seductive rhapsody and it singed his skin. His arousal throbbed, making his whole body ache with need for her.

"Oh shit." He said as he grabbed her hips in his hands tightly and pulled her towards him with a quick tug. She moaned louder as her breast pressed against his chest. He hissed as his senses growled awake. She was so soft and lush, so delicate and desirable and her scent, it made him feel like he was lost in a forest full of wild, exotic flowers.

She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling herself tighter against him.

"I will show you how that first kiss should have gone." He moaned and her eyes widened. "Oh, Tammie, sweet Tammie..." He mumbled as he grabbed her chin in his hand and pressed his thumb against her lower lip. She flicked her tongue out and touched his thumb with a soft look. Her eyes were dangerously addictive, so was all of her.

"Yes." She said in a raspy voice as she looked up at him with her soft gray eyes. They had turned so much darker with need and desire and passion and he growled under his breath as he roughly pulled her towards him.

"Ssh." she whispered. "Don't wake Joel."

He sighed. "Yes, sorry," he said softly as he pushed her against the wall and she moaned. Her back made a soft thud as it made contact with the wall and she flinched a little before her eyes widened when he flicked his finger over her breast. Her eyes turned darker still and his heart beat felt wilder inside. Thrashing. He felt himself hardening beyond what he thought was possible.

She writhed as he stepped closer to her and grabbed her chin in his fingers. She tilted her head to give him a better angle and her eyes fluttered closed. He stared at her parted lips for a second before he smashed his lips against her, finally, finally soothing his needs and hers, too. This kiss had been waiting for years now. About time. His inner voice griped.

She groaned as he bit her lips on the side and then opened her lips for him with a soft moan. His tongue tangled with hers in a slow mating dance. She tasted like honey and she smelled like burning fire. She smelled like passion. Red hot passion. And he wanted to burn with her. His tongue found the sweetness of hers as his hands played with the soft skin of her thigh.

"Is it all?" She sighed when he pulled away from her.

"No, it is only starting, Ms. Garrett." He whispered as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped it around him with a sharp groan.

"Damn." She whispered.

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(Tamara)

She didn't know what this was, why this was happening.

She wasn't a one-night stand kind of woman, and he wasn't a stranger, she could have a tumble and then forget. This was Lucas... but even when the sensible side of her warned her not to take this step, the other side, the one burning up with him, was the stronger side. It wanted him, it wanted everything with him.

She had been waiting, even without knowing she was waiting. She had been deluding herself into thinking that she had forgotten Lucas, how he made her feel. She had been telling herself that she had moved on, that she wasn't still the lovesick teenager she was, but here she was. Just a touch from him and she was becoming a putty in his hands. He would mold her whatever way he wanted and she would go along with it. His touches were burning her and she loved the burn.

Oh, I want his hands everywhere.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as her core made contact with his arousal. She grinded against it and he growled a little. It was an alluring sound. It ripped through the silence in the room, deliriously filling her senses.

He pressed her against the wall once again as he kissed her throat and then he bit her hard. It stung a little, but with another kiss and a lick, he soothed it better.

"Tammie..." He moaned her name as she thrust herself against his bulge. "I am- I don't want to stop, but-" he stopped and her heart flailed. Sh*t. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want any excuses, either. She had wanted this for so long, and she didn't want him to say no. She was aching everywhere and she wanted him to soothe the pain in her core.

"Then don't stop." She hissed as she grabbed his hair in her hand and kissed him. "Don't stop." Her tongue traced the sweet taste of his and he sighed as if it was hurting him to pull away. But he did pull away.

"But Tamara... I am not looking for a relationship. I don't have time for it and my life is already a big damn mess and-"

"God, Luc, nobody was asking you to marry me. I don't have time for drama, either, and you, you are drama. I just- I am attracted to you and you are attracted to me and we are consenting adults." She said with a sigh. Of course, it stung a little, but she had met him after years and it had just been two days, almost. She wasn't stupid enough to want a relationship. Her life was back in L.A and she had dreams, hopes, aspirations and she had no space for a man who was broken, and a kid. Even though she loved Joel very much...

"I am not drama," he growled as she got down from him and grabbed his shirt in her hands and contemplated just ripping it off.

"Are you saying yes or no?" She hoped he would decide already, because the moment was getting harder to hold on to. She didn't want it to break yet. Years and years of crush on him, years of wanting him and she was finally at the edge of having him. And she wanted to have him, at least half of him.

He had already told her his heart wasn't available. Her heart wanted him, but she knew it wasn't sensible. She knew it wasn't realistic. Even back then, she had been the only one who had been pining for him. It hasn't changed now. Just because he was starving and she was available didn't mean he had any feelings for her. She wasn't delusional. She was just... very horny, right now. For him.

"Who in their right mind can say no to you, Tammie? And let's go inside the bathroom, shall we?" He said as he pulled her closer and she sighed. Thank heaven! He touched her breast through her T-shirt and heat pooled between her thighs. It ached, right there and she wanted him to ease that pain. He kneaded her breasts gently and she moaned louder. Her sound was so strange even to herself. His touch was doing something to her. Every time he touched her, she felt like she was learning new things about her body. Every nerve felt alive, throbbing, singing. She wasn't new to this, but the feelings he provoked in her, it was all new.

"Why bathroom?"

"I know Joel is sleeping, but I just-"

"Okay." She said as they both hurriedly walked inside the bathroom and he pushed her against the cold walls. She hissed as the cold made the fine hair in her body stand up.

He dragged his nails against her breast over and over, and she bit her lips as she looked at him with hooded eyes. He was looking drunk as he touched and teased her everywhere. In the soft glow of white lights, he looked like a marvelous statue... sculpted by the best sculpture. She wanted to see him naked. She wanted to touch his velvet skin.

She pulled his T-shirt off and sighed when she looked at him in the moonlight. He was perfect. There was no other way to describe him. She didn't know doctors looked like this. He looked like he would spend hours in the gym, and she knew he didn't have hours to waste on gym. She touched his sculpted abs, his hard muscles, his chest and teased her fingers through the treasure trail that disappeared inside his pants. He groaned when her hands neared his unmistakable arousal. She rubbed her palm against his bulge and he shuddered and moaned.

"Shit." He cursed as he pressed his palm over hers and she groaned aloud. He closed his eyes and his breath left in a gasp. He grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled her against him and they both moaned together as her body made sharp contact with his arousal.

He rubbed his hand over her shorts and she ground her core against his palm. He hooked his finger through her waistband and pulled her trousers off with an impatient grunt. She pulled her T-shirt off hurriedly and she was standing just in her underwear. He pulled away from her and his eyes turned dark... like brown chocolate as he scanned her. She suddenly wanted to cover herself. She wasn't beautiful or delicate like June.

"Why are you frowning?" He asked as he looked into her eyes.

"I just-"

"You are so beautiful. You make me feel crazy." He said as he touched her naked back. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Her breasts were pressed on the cold walls as he bent down and licked her spine. All the way down. She groaned and writhed as his hands came around to grab her begging breasts. "God... you feel wonderful." He moaned as he nibbled her ears. She grunted in response and squirmed as his tongue touched her ear. She felt his hot breath in her ear and after a second, she felt the sting of the bite on her collarbone. "You taste so amazing," he said as he licked where he bit and then sucked on it. Her moans grew louder and the wet core turned wetter. She wanted his hands there. She felt like she would explode if he didn't touch her.

"Touch me, Luc." her voice was a supplication and he readily obliged. His fingers pushed aside her panties and found her wet core. He rubbed his fingers against the sensitive nerves and her world turned dark for a second. "More." She whispered hoarsely. He rubbed her over and over again, until she felt like she couldn't stand anymore. And then when she thought she had felt everything she was supposed to feel, he pushed two fingers inside the wetness and chuckled softly.

"You are so damn wet." His voice was a throaty moan as he played with her body. She was the electric guitar and his fingers found the perfect song, an perfect song to bring her to the edge.

"I know, Sherlock." She breathed out as his fingers played her over and over again. He bit her earlobe as he whispered to her about how much he liked touching her. He begged her to come for him, to let him bring her to the edge and it was so damn enticing. It made her feel like she was burning with million stars. She clenched around his fingers and then shattered into a million pieces. And it was just his fingers. She wondered how or why she had never felt such an explosion.

She turned around, her body begging for more. He smiled at her as she dragged his pants down. She gasped when she saw how hard he was, how big. "Oh." Her eyes winded as she touched him and he gritted his teeth.

"Don't. I don't think I can take your touch right now." He hissed as her fingers played with him.

"Why not?"

"Becasue I am already this close to- to coming and I don't want to do it, not yet." He said as he pushed her back against the wall and he bent down nipping on her breast. She moaned as she grabbed his hair and kept him right where she wanted and he didn't do her any disservice as he lavished attention to both her breast equally. Her whole body was on fire by then and she wanted him. She wanted him so bad.

"Luc..."

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you. I want you inside me."

"Just a second." He said as he turned around and searched the meicine cabinet, before he pulled out a condom. "Thank goodness, it was here." He sighed in relief as she put the condom and then he was close to her again. His fingers touched her all over, learning her curves, learning her pleasure points, and teaching her things about her own body. She didn't know she could feel all these feelings. She wondered how she had never found all those pleasure points in her own body that was coming alive with his touch. He grabbed her hips in his and she waited impatiently as his arousal rubbed against her core. She gasped at the sensation and he grunted.

"Aaah." She screamed and then bit his shoulder and he grunted as he entered her with a soft thrust. And it took her a second to adjust and then they were in sync. Her body was splitting into two and it was too much. The pleasure, the pain, the need. She moaned as he found new nerves. He thrust and pulled out and thrust back. She rolled her hips, giving him more access.

"s**t. Tammie. I am dying." He moaned as his movement grew wild. She bit, sucked, scratched and thrashed as he made her feel like she was slowly, slowly flying into a distant galaxy.

He grunted and her movements turned hurried, wanton, needy. He understood her wordless demand and he gave and gave until she exploded and he followed her soon after.

"Tammie..." He screamed her name out loud and then buried her head inside the crook of her neck. "Sh*t Tammie, I can't even breath."

"Lucas..." She sighed in pleasure as his fingers trailed over her spine, once again, igniting her. She was ashamed of the wanton way her body was behaving again, to his touch. It hadn't even been a minute since they actually found the pleasure together and she was already begging for more.

"Hello? Luc? Tamara?"

"s**t. Is that my damn sister?"

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