“To be honest, I decided to break up with Harper after reading your blog post.”
The sound of her, my,ourrapid heartbeats galloped around us, and it seemed as though the world stopped turning, seconds in time completely frozen while Macy digested my words.
“And you decided that because…?” Her voice trailed off to a sexy, purr-like whisper that made my cock twitch.
I inched near, closing the small space between us, my lips fanning hers. “Because, Macy Sinclair”—my fingers gripped her waist, the subtle, barely-there touch making her whimper—“I’m in love with you, have been since forever. Your blog post, your confession helped me realize I’d been too damn stupid to admit it.” Mouth parted, I had to kiss her, taste her, feel her. Slowly. Gently. A kiss worthy of mending all the years I’d wasted not kissing her, not tasting her sweet tongue as it danced with mine.
Lips easing onto hers, the first brush started out tentative, explorative, quickly becoming hungry and hot, me—maybeboth of us—craving more. She drifted onto her back, an open invitation for me to settle on top, our mouths never separating, too eager, too desperate to make up for years wondering howeverythingthis moment would be. God, how good it felt to have her under me, fingers feverishly diving through my hair, legs hugging my waist, hips slowly, methodically rocking.
“Shit,Macy,” I groaned, cock hard, so ready to score its own delectable meet and greet.
If not for doctor’s orders, our first kiss could have easily become our first fuck. I’d always wondered, always knew it would be good, but I didn’t expect our kiss to be better than I imagined. It left me smitten,ruinedto the point of no return.
“No strenuous exercise,” she panted out, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Then why are you tugging at the bottom of my T-shirt?”
Her lips curved up against mine, a light giggle trickling free. “Obviously, my hands have a mind of their own.”
I dropped a line of soft kisses along the delicate slope of her neck, ignited by the hum of her moans vibrating against my tongue and mouth.
Working my way to the shell of her ear, I whispered, “I’ve imagined tasting your sweet lips plenty of times.” I kissed a path back to her mouth, locking lips once more with the woman who made my heart shake. “When the doctor clears me, I plan on taking my time tasting the sweet lips between your thighs, like I’ve also imagined doing plenty of times.”
It would be two weeks before the doctor cleared me, and I couldn’t help but wonder how the fuck I’d be able to wait that long.
18
My heart hiccuped, tipsy after just one kiss from Lucas Stone.
So many parts of me were on fire, starving for more. His full lips on mine, the feel of his cock pressed up against my center, the moment I’d dreamed of probably eleventy-thousand times, mesmerized the hell out of me.
I hadn’t expected to hear Lucas tell me he was in love with me, nor did I expect our first kiss would happen while lying in his bed, each instance leaving me feeling like my heart had taken a speedboat to the moon.
It wasn’t easy to stop, derailing our collective desire that had us panting, bodies molded, eager to take more explorative leaps and bounds, yet we knew we had to, both unwilling to risk Lucas further injury.
When the doctor clears me, I plan on taking my time tasting the sweet lips between your thighs…
Swoon. Magic. And it took the whole rest of the night to calm down after he hummed those words, my sex begging me to at least allow Mr. Stone, my trusty vibrator, the opportunity to pacify my needs.
Watching him drift off to sleep was as peaceful as watching a sunset, and before I knew it, I fell fast asleep in his arms, our breaths, our heartbeats beautifully synchronized as one.
The next morning, I let Lucas sleep while I showered, slipped into my robe, then padded into the kitchen to prepare him breakfast. During his recovery, he had been limited to light meals like soup, toast, cereal, fruit, yogurt, in contrast to higher-calorie meals he’d been accustomed to eating, especially while strength training.
“Good morning.” I tried to contain the wild smile on my face as I set the tray of food atop his nightstand.
“Morning,” he said, sleepy gaze flicking from me, over to the tray. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.”
I shrugged. “It’s only a bowl of cereal, nothing fancy. How are you feeling?”
In one smooth move, he tugged me by the wrist, pulling me on top of him before flipping me onto my back. Of course, I giggled since it seemed Lucas Stone turned me back into a high school girl, giggling, blushing, wet-dreaming all day long.
Nudging my nose with his, he cupped my face with one hand, while his other hand settled on my waist, the contact giving me goose bumps. “I’m good, what about you?”
When he dragged his tongue over his lips, the memory of last night’s kisses set desire ablaze in my belly. “I’m good.”
He brushed my lips with his. “Doc was right, you know.”
“About what?”
