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Because the moment those words left his lips, Lucas unraveled.
He lifted me up again, and before I could complain, before I could really think, he was guiding my legs around his hips as he stalked to my bedroom.
My heart toppled. My need stirred. And next thing I knew I was being dropped on top of my comforter.
His head tilted very slowly, and his eyes trailed up and down my body, and God, never in my life had I been looked at like that. Like he was ready to eat me alive.
Lips parted, I watched him finally rid himself of his coat. Then, he reached for the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off in one smooth motion.
He hadn’t been wearing anything underneath.
A sound of need climbed up my throat because I might have already seen him naked, I might have already seen the indents of his hips and every lean muscle flexed, but not like this. Not even inthe shower earlier today. Not with that dark glim to his eyes, or that knowing bend to his lips.
“No shirt?” I heard myself ask.
His chuckle was smooth, secretive. “I was in a rush when I left the apartment. I still don’t know how I managed to leave Aaron a message so he’d get Taco. He must hate me right now, but I can’t seem to care.”
My throat dried up, his expression turning serious when he stepped closer to the bed.
He stopped right beside the edge, then said, “Come here.”
Without losing a single second, I got on my knees and crawled until I was right in front of him.
Lucas looked at me, something breaking, softening. The back of his fingers brushed my cheek and he said, “All this pink covering your skin.Eres preciosa.” He inched closer, his face tilting down so he could meet my eyes. “I’m dying to see how low it spreads.”
Sitting on my knees, I stretched my arms up. Giving him every green light ever.
Lucas didn’t hesitate to take my offer, and he pulled my shirt over my head.
A broken breath left his lips as his eyes roamed up and down my body. Taking in my bare breasts.
“Me robas el sentido,”he murmured. “You take away my breath.”
I reached for him, placed my palms on his chest very gently, and then dragged them down, memorizing the map of warm and taut skin under the tips of my fingers. Committing it all to memory. And when my hands reached the band of his jeans, I leaned down, grazing my lips over the center of his chest. Then, I pressed them above his heart. Next, I went over his ribs, close to the ink that painted his skin and without thinking about it, I placed an open-mouth kiss on the crest of the wave, letting my tongue trace the beautiful design.
Lucas’s stomach flexed, strained, and I felt him shudder under my tongue.
I looked up at him, the confession slipping out. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw it for the first time.”
A groan left his lips, and next thing I knew, he was pulling me up and taking my mouth in his.
When he broke the kiss, he rasped, “You’ve been fantasizing about this? With me?”
A nod. “Every day. Every night before sleep. Every time I’ve closed my eyes.”
He exhaled roughly. “What else have you imagined doing to me?”
I dragged my hands along the band of his jeans, then let my thumbs draw the indents in his hips, finally returning my fingers to the button and hearing his hiss. “Today, when I caught you in the shower,” I said, making a work of it and feeling the intense heat coming off him, “I wished it was my hand. Or my mouth.”
Lucas’s hips thrusted upward in what I knew had been a reflex.
I peered up at him and added, “I wished you’d been coming inside me.”
His hands came to the sides of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as I brought the zipper down.
I wrapped my hand around him through the stretched fabric of his black boxers and Lucas hissed out a breath.
“You liked seeing me stroke myself,” he said, moving against my hand. “But you wished it had been you.”
