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“I’m there, Lucas, please.”
He growled in my ear. “I love it when you say please.”
Slowly, he lowered the zipper and guided the fabric off my shoulders to the floor.
He walked around to face me and held my hand as I stepped out of the puddled dress. He draped it on the wooden shirt stand by the closet door and looked back, watching me pull the pins from my hair and place them on a nearby console table. Lucas stared as I shook my hair loose around my shoulders and removed my delicate pearl earrings.
“Damn, you are a vision in lingerie and sexy shoes. I still have marks from those riding boots you were wearing when you came apart on my tongue.”
I sucked in a breath. My brain filled with the vision of his head between my thighs and the feel of his hands as he took me over the edge on his kitchen counter. My drenched center pulsed.
He hung his suit coat on the shirt stand and slipped off his shoes and socks. He lifted his thin sweater up his defined abs and chest, then over his head, and shook out his mussed-up hair. Standing there in nothing but suit pants and a smile, his eyes blazed, and I felt another surge of heat as mine roamed his skin.
Stepping forward, he rubbed a hand across his opposite shoulder, right above his collarbone, where I saw the faint shadow of a healing bruise.
“I’m sorry, Luc.”
“I’m not. It reminds me of that night and how good it was to be the man making you lose control. I liked being that man. I want to be him again, as often as you’ll let me.”
He guided me back until my legs bumped the bed. I gathered my confidence and met Lucas’s seductive gaze with one of my own as I sat and slid up the bed to lay against the pillows. The fresh scent of clean sheets surrounded me.
Lucas unbuckled his pants and let them drop. I saw the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs as he palmed himself and my pulse raced.
His heavy-lidded eyes glittering, he slipped my heels off one by one, dropping them to the floor with a faint thud. Starting at my ankle, he caressed my skin as he crawled up my body. I was exposed in the light. Nowhere to hide. Stopping at the top of my legs, he placed a simple kiss against the already damp silk and inhaled deeply. I loved it.
Moving again, he watched his fingers smooth across every dip and contour. He nipped at my hip bone and my navel, then continued his trek, nuzzling the valley between my breasts and pressing kisses to the swells rising above the cups of my strapless bra. He reached around to undo the clasp, pulled the garment free, then laved and sucked each nipple before taking my mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
“Need to be inside you,” he groaned
“God, yes.”
Shifting to my side, he lowered his talented fingers under the silk band of my panties to where I was swollen and ready. His eyes were on mine, his fingers gathering my wetness. “So fucking wet.”
He removed his hand and eased the lace over my hips and down my legs before removing his boxer briefs in one motion.
He paused, propped on an elbow, his expression reverent, and looked at me. Naked. In the soft white light of his bedroom.
“So beautiful, Jo. So sexy.” His hands caressed along my side and hip, then up to my breast as he brought his body over mine. Our eyes locked, and the emotion of being seen and caressed and admired lodged in my throat. I couldn’t speak for fear I would cry. Cry for the girl who never believed a man would look at her the way Lucas was looking at me.
That look, the earnestness in his voice, and the words he said all cast a spell. I wanted to believe Lucas when he said I was sexy. I wanted to believe that he liked what he saw when he looked at me, and I wanted to give even more of myself to him.
My legs spread to accommodate him, and I felt his heat, skin to skin, pulsing against me. His hands came under my shoulders as he propped himself on his elbows and took my mouth again. I rocked my hips, rubbing my wetness against him and letting him know where I wanted him to go.
Lucas moaned. “God, you feel good.” Pushing up, he reached to the nightstand to grab a condom. I throbbed at the sight of him stroking himself then rolling it on.
He settled over me and brushed the hair back from my face, sliding his thumbs along my jaw. He lined himself up and pushed in, slow and steady. He was big, and the stretch was just this side of pain.
I gasped. “You’re so big. I don’t know if I can …”
He paused. “You can, baby. Look at me.” His eyes were warm, and my stomach fluttered. “Just relax. I’ll go slow. Open up and let me in.” I pulled my thighs up to settle around the delicious notch at his hips and concentrated on relaxing my muscles until he was fully seated inside me, deeper than any other man had ever been.
“You feel even better than I imagined.” He kissed my lips, my cheek, my eyelid, then slowly and gently began to rock against me. I adjusted to his size, and my desire to feel more of him hijacked my movements. I wrapped my arms around his back and pushed my hips up to meet his. I felt the surge of the impending climb as I moved with him.
“Yes. That’s it. So good,” he chanted.
Emboldened, I rolled my hips harder, longer, feeling the fullness and the slide and heat of him. The peak was coming closer. I whimpered his name as he met my increasing rhythm with his own.
“Feel how hard you make me? You and your lush curves and sassy mouth. I’m a goner. You, Jo. Only you.”
