Shit! He yanked away from Alyssa.
Luc barely noticed. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap.
With one hand, he threaded his fingers into her hair, angled her mouth under his, and sank into her. Deep. Like he didn't care if he came up for air anytime this century.
What the hell?
Alyssa curled her arms around Luc's neck and wriggled on his lap. Clearly, she hit something sensitive because Luc growled, lifted her until she straddled him, then ground her against his cock.
As she threw back her head, a cascade of pale blonde hair landed in Deke's lap.
Luc's mouth descended, closing around one of her nipples. He wasn't teasing.
There was no toying in this touch. It was all fierce intent.
"Luc! Yes!"
His cousin's response? He merely transferred his attention to her other breast, curled a passionate fist into her hair, and grabbed as if he planned to bend her to his will.
