“Either.” She slid her finger over her clit, and felt the edge of pleasure rising within her again. “Maybe both.”
He dropped his chin to his chest and took a deep breath. Then he slammed into her, digging her into the mattress, and she moaned. At the end of the stroke, he circled his hips, grinding her fingers against her clit, and reared back to pound into her again. And again, until she gave a strangled cry and came around his demanding cock.
At the first pulse of her body, he groaned, his face tightening as he pumped into her. He let go of her legs, wrapped his arms around her, and gave her his full weight while he shook. She clutched his sweaty back, her eyes closed as she absorbed his pleasure and her own.
The embrace only lasted a minute. Then he carefullypulled out of her and rolled away, disposing of the condom. To her shock, he didn’t immediately return to her side.
He glanced toward the master bathroom. “I need a shower.”
His face had turned neutral. But why? From whom—or what—was he hiding?
“Sounds good.” Dazed and fuzzy from her orgasms, she tried to smile. “Do you want to have one together?”
“Is that what you want?”
Something was wrong. Maybe he was just tired or hungry or unsure of her response, though, and a good night’s sleep, some food, and a little more affection would fix the problem.
She refused to allow anxiety to taint their first time together. Instead, she needed to trust her own instincts. She needed to believe that Sebastián wanted her in his life and bed as much as she wanted to be there.
At long last, she needed to offer him her heart, with faith he’d handle it with care.
But she couldn’t do so in words. Not tonight, when he seemed so overwhelmed. Tomorrow, maybe. In the morning, with the light of day illuminating their path forward.
“Sure. Let’s shower together.” She got out of bed. “No hanky-panky, though. Not this time. My legs are too shaky from the exploits of Mr. Orgasmo for slippery shenanigans.”
A small smile lightened his expression. “Mr. Orgasmo?”
“You earned the title.” She took his hand, tugging him toward the bathroom. “Enjoy it.”
“I’ll try,” he said.
Sebastián wokethe next morning to a smack across his chest.
He squinted at Lucy through one cracked eyelid, confused.
“Sorry. I forgot you were here,” she whispered, her sweet face scrunched in apology.
His other eye opened. “So you hit me?”
“Inadvertently. I was half-asleep and forgot where I was, so I reached for my amethyst on the nightstand. Which wasn’t actually a nightstand, but your chest. Sorry again.” She tugged the sheet up over his shoulders. “Go back to sleep.”
Groggy from their late, energetic night, he closed his eyes. But the sigh of the mattress as she slid out of bed, as well as the rustle of clothing—was she getting dressed, or simply retrieving the worry stone from her skirt pocket?—banished his lingering drowsiness.
As did the memory of her naked beside him last night, so loving and so eager for every brush of his hands, his mouth, his cock. Exactly how he’d have envisioned her, if he’d let himself fantasize in any detail about sex with Lucy.
She was magic. The incarnation of warmth and pleasure, all flushed skin and smiles.
He’d let her guide their time in bed. Managed not to reveal more than his body. But even though he’d somehow kept himself under tight restraint the entire night, he’d still seen stars. He’d never experienced that sort of piercing joy before, and likely never would again.
The memory of making love with Lucy would become a spotlight, he already knew. A blindingly bright moment that would cast the rest of his existence into shadows.
Jesus, the power she held over him. No wonder he was so fucking scared.
When he tried to predict what would happen now, only one nausea-inducing answer came to mind. She’d want totalk about what they’d done and what it meant. She’d want to talk about their future.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Opening his eyes a bare millimeter, he watched her gather her stone and return to the bed. When she quietly climbed onto the mattress beside him and settled cross-legged against the headboard, then began taking long, steady breaths, one after the other, he relaxed.
