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He stood in front of me wearing only his low-slung jeans and brought his hands up to hold my head at the right angle to meet his gentle kiss. I slid my hands along his firm forearms, then to his sides. The powerful planes of muscle jumped and rolled under my touch.
“Baby, I want to lead for this next bit. Don’t move.”
My heart raced. “Okay, I’m yours.”
He groaned as he stepped around me to turn on the lamp by my bed. I twisted, focusing on him as the room lit with a soft glow. Lucas came up behind me, pressing his front to my back as he skimmed his warm hands down my arms.
A flicker of panic raced through my blood. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose. I was naked and standing in front of a mirror, with the lights on, and Lucas was seeing me.
“Beautiful. But I don’t think you believe me, so I want to show you what I see. Open your eyes.”
I lifted my gaze to meet his in the mirror. His broad shoulders framed mine.
“You have beautiful hair. It’s soft and brushes around your shoulders when you walk. When it’s laying across my pillow, the dark contrasting with the light sheets, it sets off the deep brown of your eyes. Do you see it?”
All I could do was nod.
“You have a beautiful neck. The skin is soft and smells incredible. When you’re angry, you hold your head higher. It only serves to lengthen the column of skin, and I want to run my tongue along the side and inhale.”
I swallowed. Oh, God.
“You have beautiful hands. Your movements are so sure and deliberate as you chop or stir something delicious to share with me. I can’t do that. It’s impressive. You cooking and carving out a life on your terms. That’s strength, Jo, and you have it.”
He held my hands, then ran his palms back up to my shoulders. Still standing behind me, he circled his arms around my middle and reached up to trace over my nipples, stiff and aching. His fingers drifted lower and grazed the undersides of my breasts.
“My favorite place to inhale is the valley here between your soft breasts.” His fingertips caressed that valley from underneath, and my heart stuttered.
I was not sure I could take this. His gaze moved from following his movements to looking into my eyes.
“Stay with me, Jo. Keep your eyes on my hands and where I’m touching you.”
I exhaled.
“I love your waist. How it comes in over your hips in the most delicious curve.”
He lowered himself beside me and leaned around to kiss along my waist and hip. His lips followed his fingers as they caressed my tummy, slightly rounded from the past weight I carried.
“You’re so soft here. I love to hold you here when I pull you to me at night.” He left a soft kiss right below my belly button.
He turned me a fraction to the side. “You have a beautiful ass. So round and tempting. Every time I’m with you, I want to run my hand along your shape. When we’re out in public, I want to touch you and make every man around us jealous. They would be Jo. I’m lucky to be with you and proud to be the man you can lean on when you need it.”
My breath hitched, and moisture collected at the edge of my eyes. Did he really see me like this?
“You have beautiful legs. Strong thighs from working on your feet all day that look so good in jeans or shifting the fabric of that tight little skirt. Your calves in the slim black dress and heels at the launch party were so enticing, all silky skin for others to see but only me to touch.”
“Lucas, this is …” my throat caught as I struggled to prevent the tears from forming in my eyes.
“You have a beautiful body.” Reaching his hand around my hip, he shifted me back to face the mirror and stood next to me. He smoothed a finger through the small patch of hair between my legs. He dipped further, rubbing across my sex, and glided through my slick folds. “When I touch you here and feel you ready for me, I have to hold myself back. Because I am always ready for you, Jo. Cooking with you, watching TV, walking around, sleeping next to you. I’m ready. I can’t get enough.”
Me either. I would never get enough of this man. But he was leaving. He belonged in Seattle, in the tech world, and I didn’t. I tried Seattle. I didn’t like it. I sucked in a breath.
He stood in front of me, held my face, and kissed the escaped tear off my cheek.
“Your lips, such a rosy color that only deepens when they are plump from my kisses. Your velvety tongue and warm mouth say the sexiest and smartest things. You taste sweet everywhere. You are my favorite treat.”
“I thought almond cake was your favorite?” I tried to lighten the intensity before I completely crumbled under the pressure of his admiration. Admiration I had never experienced before.
“Not even close.” He grinned.
