“Fuck me!” I groan as my body convulses and I pound harder into her.
“That’s it…I’m…I’m…” Her mouth falls open as an orgasm rips through her body, whipping away whatever she was going to say.
We thrust, buck, quiver until every ounce of our bliss is wrung from us. Dropping on top of her, I’m careful to keep my weight on my elbows. I rest my head on her shoulder, breathing in the sensual scent of sex, sweat, and her sweet floral perfume.
Perfection.
Rolling off her, I pull the condom off and toss it on the floor—I’ll dispose of it later. Gathering Penny into my arms, I hold her close. As I drift off to sleep thoughts of her being in my life is as important as breathing.
I can never let her go.
Chapter Nineteen
PENNY
The next morning, when I open my eyes, I’m nestled in Lucas’ strong arms. Tilting my face up, I’m met with his beautiful smile. Oh, I could wake up to a sight like that every morning. I can also spend my nights having him make my body sing. The things he can do with his hands and mouth are pure magic.
“Morning, Pixie. Sleep well?” His voice is husky from sleep.
“Like a baby,” I reply.
I’ve never slept so well as I have sharing a bed with him. It’s either because he’s put me in an orgasm-induced coma, or it’s because of the safety, security, and love for him I feel in his arms. If I had any doubts about my feelings for him, last night’s lovemaking blew them all away. There was something about the way he kissed me, touched me, that was different. Sex with Lucas is always sensational, but this time there was something more. Like he was pouring his feelings for me into every moment.
Or am I just imagining it?
How does he really feel about me? I know he cares. He wouldn’t be doing all that he’s done if he didn’t. Is what we have more than friendship to him?
Without a doubt, I’ve fallen in love with Lucas Alessi. This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Plan a future with. Have his babies. The works. If only Lucas didn’t think he took after his father and wasn’t capable of a relationship. If only he could see what I see in him. A man who is compassionate, strong, and kind-hearted. Someone who would do anything for the people he cares about…loves. Not hurt them. My heart squeezes in my chest.
Does he love me?
If I tell him how I’m feeling, would it scare him off? Break any connection we are building?
His fingertips swish up and down my arm. “We never talked about your visit with Darren. How did it go?” he asks.
The question pulls me out of my musing. “The place was a mess, and I told him he had two days to clean it up and get out.”
“Will he do it?”
“Not sure. If he doesn’t, I’ll toss his stuff in a dumpster and change the locks. And if that fails, I’ll send in the big guns.”
Lucas bends his arm at the elbow and pumps up his bicep. “Me?”
“Of course.” I giggle.
“Seriously, did he give you any trouble?”
“No, only a little attitude.” Something Darren said niggles at the back of my mind. “He said he didn’t leak the video nor did Karen.”
Lucas’ body stiffens against mine. “Then who did?”
“He said probably someone who wants to tear me down.”
“It must have been Darren. I can’t imagine you’d have other enemies like that. You’re too sweet. Although, I have been on the end of your sharp tongue.” He chuckles.
“That’s because you were enemy number one until I learned what a softy you really are.”
“Softy?” he chokes. “There’s nothing soft about me.” Which is clear by the erection laying on his stomach and the hard muscles rippling through his body. He rolls on top of me, and his penis lands hot and heavy on my thigh. “Shall I show you I’m no softy?”
