She fell into his body, devoid of strength. Want and need took over. She didn’t care if this wasn’t what they were supposed to be doing or if it was wrong. There was no common sense at that moment. Lust and desire outweighed better judgement.
His mouth covered hers, twisting and turning in a hasty kiss that set her soul on fire. The passion and heat between them seemed to have doubled since they’d been apart, and they expressed it by greedily pawing at one another’s bodies. Each second that passed heightened their need. She was impatient. He was demanding. They didn’t bother tugging at each other’s shirts and belt buckles. They each hurriedly shed their own clothing as if it burned their skin. His lips were on her neck, her shoulder, her mouth, while she panted and rubbed her body against his erection. A tingling sensation traveled down her spine, to her toes and then raced up to her chest. An endless loop of stimuli assaulted her as this gorgeous man touched her. She hastily broke their kiss with a deep gust of air and took his wrist as she led the way to her bedroom.
They dropped onto the mattress and rolled into one another’s arms with grace, as if they’d practiced the maneuver. Her lips explored his chest, with its beautiful arc and the gorgeous tiny mountains that made up his abs. She moved lower and took his length deep into her mouth while her tongue danced up and down his shaft. His body quivered and shook under her touch, and his grunts and moans told her how much he enjoyed it.
He suddenly pulled her up and reversed their positions. She was flat on the mattress while he hovered over her, delivering wet, heat-filled kisses over her neck as his strong hands kneaded her breasts. Her fingers got lost in his gorgeous hair and she inhaled its scent. God, how she missed it! A glimmer of blue flashed up at her as he smiled, amused at her infatuation with his hair. It lasted only a brief second before he returned his mouth to her body. As his lips inched lower, his tongue left a wet trail of heat that had Sindy trembling and begging for deeper contact. When she spread her thighs and tilted her hips upwards, his mouth jumped from her waist to the nub between her legs. She took in a breath and sighed his name on an exhale. “Lucas.” He responded by moving his tongue faster and sucking harder, sending incredible vibrations into her body and shooting sensations into her limbs. She jutted her chin to the ceiling and panted. “Lucas.”
Again, he ignored her cry, but this time, he inserted a finger inside her and began to move it in a come-hither motion. Her shoulders jerked upwards at the jolt of sensations that immediately sailed through her, and she clutched onto thick chunks of his hair as she gasped. The climax took over without warning or notice and left her writhing as she panted for air. Only then did Lucas replace his mouth and hand with his length. Pausing only to sheath himself, he pushed inside her with one deep thrust. Her body, open and receptive, took him fully. As he rocked into her, she stared up at his strikingly-handsome face. She watched his hooded eyes, half-moons of sky blue peering down at her. His parted lips, rosy and glistening, graced her with a soft kiss. His face, with its peaches-and-cream complexion, was both tanned and kissed by the sun. His gorgeous blonde hair, now messy from exertion, flew around his face in golden waves. Strands were stuck to his shoulder, and she marveled, once again, at the pristine, unmarked flesh that covered his body.
Just as before, the orgasm took her suddenly. She clutched onto his shoulders, careful not to mar his unblemished skin, and cried out. He picked up speed, pumping his hips and moaning with each thrust. The soft mattress offered little resistance, and they bounced around, so she locked her legs around his back and clung to his neck. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of this incredible man and the passion he bestowed upon her, he gave one final thrust and lie motionless.
“Sindy,” he sighed into her neck, and hugged her tightly.
It felt incredible to be in his arms again, and she let out a satiated breath. They stayed in a post-euphoric haze, embraced together for almost a full minute, not speaking, just relishing in the union of their bodies, before Lucas slowly rolled to the side. He turned away for a moment in order to toss the used condom onto the floor, but quickly returned and pulled her to his chest.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Lucas. I’ve never had anyone break me down the way you do. I have zero defenses against your charm.” She rested her chin on the mound of his chest while gazing at his face. “I can be myself around you. And I know you won’t judge me or have some kind of pre-conceived notion about me because of my past. Because of the way I grew up.”
“Me too. That’s why we’re so good together.”
Confused, she got up on one elbow to look at him. Their backgrounds couldn’t be more different. “What are you talking about? I grew up in the ghetto. You grew up in a mansion.”
“That’s exactly what I mean. People looked at me and saw Tommy Blade’s son. Not Lucas Blade. I wondered if people even knew my first name half the time. They didn’t see me. They saw my father and expected me to be just like him. I know I’m good, but I’m no Tommy Blade on the guitar. My father is a god. He’s in a class by himself. No one can do what he does. But, still, people constantly compared my talent to his.” He gently ran his hand down the perimeter of her face. “You never did that, and you knew exactly who my father was. You’re a guitar guru. You know his reputation. But you saw me for me. And not many people have done that in my life. You’re like no one I’ve ever met. I can’t stop thinking about you. Don’t you see how good we are together?” He leaned forward and gently put his lips to hers. Then he picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips.
She wanted to be his girlfriend. But she needed to listen to her head for once, and not her aching heart. She needed to stop falling into bed with him. To stop playing games with both of their hearts and making this harder. “What are we doing?” she whispered. “I thought we agreed not to do this.”
“I know. But I can’t help myself sometimes.”
“You’re making it so hard. Didn’t we agree that it was better if we were just friends? That the band was more important right now?”
“It’s just so hard to stay away from you.”
He stared at her with so much want and longing that she could barely keep her composure. She wanted to forego the band and everything she worked so hard for in order to have this wonderful and complex man in her life. He was always so strong on the outside, so full of testosterone, but he always showed her his vulnerable little boy side. Maybe that’s why she could never resist him. He was intelligent, gorgeous and talented. He had it all. When he wanted something, he went after it. And he wanted her. But he wasn’t gruff or forceful or aggressive. He was irresistible.
“Tell me something,” he said. “What was going on that day on the beach when I first met you? When your stuff was strewn all over the place.” His mouth curled into a tiny smile. “You were so angry, stomping your feet and yelling. Who were you yelling at?”
And just like that, with a few short words, he turned a tearful, heartfelt moment into a bout of teasing. “I don’t know. Someone ransacked my shit.”
“Why was your stuff on the beach? You weren’t . . . “
“No. I wasn’t living on the beach.” She knew that’s what he was thinking. She had been living in the storage unit for several weeks at that point. It was too congested, so she was also keeping things in her car. “The trunk of my car was full, and I didn’t want to leave my duffle on the seat, so I took it with me. I left it on my blanket while I got a hotdog on the boardwalk, and when I got back someone had tossed my stuff all over the place. I was so mad I started yelling. The ironic thing is that they didn’t take anything. There was nothing to take. I had my guitar and amp with me. They just threw my shit all over the place.” She squinted at him. “Did you see anyone? Near my duffle bag or my blanket?”
He laughed. “I told you I didn’t see anyone. I swear. You were adorable. There was so much fire in you. And when I asked if you needed help, you almost bit my head off.”
“I’m sorry. I remember thinking, he’s the only one here. It had to be him. And then I asked you about it and you got all snippy with me, and I thought to myself, why did this really good looking guy have to fuck up my shit? Now I gotta kick his ass.”
He tilted his head. “You thought I was good looking?”
“The world thinks you’re good looking, Lucas.” Now he was being modest? This guy had more confidence than anyone she’d ever met.
“I don’t care what other people think. I only care what you think. What else?”
She thought back to that first day she’d seen him. As she had scanned the beach in search of the culprit who scattered her belongings, her gaze fell upon him. He looked too perfect. So perfect, in fact, that he appeared conspicuous and out of place among the ordinary-looking people around him. The way his long blond hair blew in the breeze, the curve of his bicep as he held his guitar, and the intensity of his cobalt blue eyes made it seem as if he wanted her to notice him. He was strikingly handsome and had an overwhelming presence. He looked smug, as if he could get away with anything because of his good looks, but she wasn’t falling for it. “I thought you took my wires. I thought you looked guilty, but, later, I realized that you looked pensive. Like you had a lot on your mind. You looked upset, and I wondered why such a good looking guy had such trouble behind his eyes.” She waited for Lucas to explain, but he became quiet. “Did something happen?”
He paused, as if he was debating whether or not to speak, then shook his head. “It was nothing.”
Something obviously happened, but she didn’t want to push him. “It’s OK if you don’t want to talk about it.”
She felt the muscles in his chest tense, and he looked away for a few seconds. “I had a messy break up.”
