Page 62 of The Addendum

I was dumb struck. “You would do that?”

“Haven’t you figured out I would do anything for you? You only have to ask.”

I flung my arms around his neck. He grabbed me, pulling me to his chest and kissing me. It was long, passionate, and devastating. I felt his apology, his protectiveness, and his need in his kiss. His love sank into my skin, warming me from the inside out. His closeness smoothed the rough edges around me, relaxing me, cradling me with his strength.

He groaned, burying his face in my neck. “I want you.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I need you. Make me forget everything but you, Luc. Please.”

He swept me up into his arms, carrying me to my room. “We’re alone for the afternoon?”

“Yes, Joyce is away.”

“Thank God.”

In my room, he set me on my feet, cupping my face and kissing me endlessly. He touched me with nothing but his hands on my face and his lips on mine, yet I felt him everywhere. Our tongues slid together in long, unhurried passes. Dipped in and explored. Teased and stroked. His taste that was uniquely Luc filled my senses. His warm, rich scent enveloped me, calming and focusing me the way it always did. We kissed until I was dizzy, the desire for him hot and bright. I grasped at his shirt, tugging it away from his pants, undoing the buttons, and reaching for his belt. He bunched my shirt in his hands, breaking away long enough to tug it over my head. I yanked his off, and he pulled me back, our chests melding together, my softer curves aligning to his firm muscles. He backed me to the bed, following me down to the mattress, his kisses becoming harder. Deeper. Dominating. My pants disappeared, and he stepped back, throwing them over his shoulder. He gazed down at me, tall and strong. His chest moved rapidly with his shallow breaths. His broad shoulders led to a tapered waist, his pants undone and half pushed down his hips. His mouth was swollen and his eyes hooded. He was the epitome of sex to me as he ran a finger over his lips, his gaze roaming over my body.

“You are so beautiful,” he rasped. He placed his hand on my stomach, his long fingers gentle on my skin. “Every inch of you was made for me.” He trailed his touch lower to my thigh, the sensation of his skin on mine akin to a blaze of fire drifting over me. He lifted his free hand to my other leg and pushed them apart. “Jesus, you’re wet for me, Ashley.”

“Only for you,” I said. “Please, Luc, touch me.”

His intense gaze met mine. “Oh, I’m going to touch you, all right. Everywhere. With my hands and my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but me. Us. You got that?”

I gasped as he fell to his knees, burying his face into my center. Pleasure exploded the second he dragged his tongue over my clit, and I grabbed the sheets, fisting them. “Luc,” I cried out. Moments later, he did exactly what he promised. Nothing existed beyond this room. There was nothing but him and me. His wicked tongue and talented fingers. He lapped and teased, stroked and nibbled. He slid one finger inside me, then two, moving them in tandem with his tongue until I was lost in a vortex of sensation. I cried out his name as an orgasm washed over me, hot, bright, and intense. I arched my back, desperate to be closer to him, needing, wanting more. He stood, lifting and pushing me to the center of the bed, and raised my leg to his shoulder. One snap of his hips and he was inside me, hot, thick, and perfect. He bent forward, meeting my eyes as he grasped the headboard, buried so deep I felt him everywhere.

He began to move, long rolls of his hips, powerful strokes of his cock, hitting me in the exact place I needed. Instantly, my body tightened, already ramping up for another orgasm.

“That’s it, love. Give me another one. Come all over my cock,” he praised. He grabbed my other leg and lifted it to his shoulder, sliding in even farther. He worked me hard, his hips pivoting. Sweat gathered on his skin, his grunts and groans filling the room. My headboard squeaked under the pressure, the bed frame shaking with his dominance. My body was on fire, awash in sensation. Sparks of ecstasy exploded all over me, burning me from within. Luc began moving faster, his breathing becoming ragged and loud.

“Come with me,” he rasped. “I can’t—fuck—Ashley—now—now.”

He threw back his head with a long groan, and I fell. I was caught in the middle of a hurricane, the world swirling around me. The only thing tethering me to this earth was Luc’s grip on my hip and the sound of his voice as he succumbed.

And then, the blissful moment of nothingness. I floated in space, my body sated, my mind at peace. Luc slid from me, lying down, pulling me into his arms. His breathing matched mine, our chests moving rapidly. He pulled a sheet over us, the cotton soft on my oversensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to my head.

“Wow,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Best make-up sex in the history of make-up sex.”

I chuckled and slapped his chest. “Stop it.”

“It’s true.” He glanced around the room with a low hum.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something I can pick on so you get mad and we can do that all over again.”

This time, I laughed out loud. “You’re ridiculous.”

He rolled over, pinning me under him. His weight pressed me into the mattress, the heat of his skin melding to mine. “You’re incredible,” he replied. “That was mind-blowing.” He stroked his finger down my cheek, his touch light.

“I love you, Ashley. And we’re gonna get through this—together. You hear me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You’re my future. I know this with everything in me. You’re not alone anymore. You never will be again. You have me.”