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Chapter 4
Leda
I was nervous. I really wasn’t sure why.
On one hand, I wanted to rip Lucas’s clothes off and have him take me up against the wall. On the other hand, I just wanted to feast on him, to relish in my relief that he was alive. When he had rounded the corner of the restaurant, I found myself able to breathe again.
“Leda,” Lucas’ voice was soft. “Did you hear me?”
My insides quivered at what was to come and I slowly reached for my shirt’s hem. Maybe I was nervous as to what Lucas would see once I was naked. Could he tell that I was carrying his child? I wanted to tell him, but I also wanted to have his hands on my body, so I kept my mouth shut for now.
We could discuss it later, along with the fact that he had tried to send me away. We were definitely going to talk about that later.
When Lucas slid the shirt over his head, my breath caught. Despite the scars that told the story of his life, Lucas was gorgeous, a specimen of a man who had used his body like a weapon.
Throwing my shirt on the floor, I heard Lucas’s sharp intake of breath. “My God, Leda.”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I started out, gazing down at the various cuts and scrapes dotting my skin. “All are superficial.”
“They hurt you,” he growled, stalking toward me. “And I couldn’t protect you.”
I didn’t want to go down that route just yet, so I met him halfway, and pressed my lips to his. The smell of the liquor still clung to his lips, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel him. I needed to tell myself that this was real and not a dream.
Lucas reacted immediately, his hands locking on my hips and backing me against the wall. Suddenly I couldn’t get enough of him, my own hands running across his bare chest, trailing down to his taut scarred abs to find the button on his jeans.
It felt like years, not days, since we were together. And after our near-death experience, I realized that any moment together needed to be exploited.
There was no thought as to if we would have another.
“Leda,” he rasped against my lips before trailing down to my jawline, nipping at the tender skin there. “I need you so much.”
“Then have me,” I gasped as his hand delved into the waistband of my leggings, desperately seeking the wetness between my thighs. “Please, Lucas.”
I pulled him free about the same time that he found my soaking center, and we both groaned, my lips pressed to his shoulder now. This was what I needed from him.
He freed me of my leggings, turning me so I fell onto the bed. I was already trying to scoot away, seeing the heaviness of his cock jutting out from his body. It wasn’t because I didn’t want it. Oh, I wanted it so badly that I could feel it singing through my veins, the mere feel of him inside me clawing to the surface.
I also knew that Lucas liked the game as well, ramping up our need for each other to a thousand. Lucas chased me down with his hand, clamping me in place with a growl. “You can’t run, Leda.”
“Quiet,” I reminded him instead, my heart beating wildly in my chest at what was to come. “This isn’t our house.”
His grin was feral, and my insides turned to goo. “I was going to tell you the same. You’re the louder one, love.”
My heart softened at the endearment, and I reached for his shoulders, pulling him against me. There would be a time to sort out our feelings for each other later, but right now, I needed him inside me. “It’s because I scream for you.”
“Yes,” he said roughly as his teeth scraped my neck. I bit my lip right before he plowed into me, filling me with one single thrust. The need to scream lodged in my throat as my entire body shuddered from the contact, but I reined it in.
“You are so wet and ready for me,” Lucas whispered into my ear as he pulled back slowly, letting me feel every ridge of his thick cock scraping across my quivering walls. “Mine.”
I arched my back, my hands clenching into the comforter and trying not to cry out. It was far harder than I thought it would be.
“Lucas,” I gasped, every nerve ending crying out for release. Nothing compared to this.
Nothing.
When he pushed back into me, I whimpered as the orgasm rushed over me. Lucas clamped his hand on my mouth. “Quiet,” he repeated, never breaking his rhythm as he moved inside me. “They will hear you.”
I made some unintelligible sounds against his hand, wrapping my legs around his trim waist so that he could go deeper. I was drunk on the way he was making me feel, with what he was doing to my body and to my heart. He was healing me, making me whole from where we had been apart. God, I had missed him. I had missed this!
