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27
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I’ve missed sex. God, how I’ve missed sex.
I just didn’t realize how much until Lucas’s fingers pressed inside me and found a part of me that’s been hibernating. His thumb caresses my clit, and my body lights up, every synapse working overtime. Oh God, oh God, oh God-o-licious, high-and-mighty God.
I don’t…I don’t remember…it being quite this good. With Lucas. With any man.
With each pass of Lucas’s thumb, the tension inside me tightens. My body is an elastic coil close to its limits. One more circle, one more tease, and I’ll unravel. I moan against Lucas’s mouth.
His calloused pad circles my riled-up nerves for another pass, and I can’t take any more. An all-consuming release implodes inside me, and I cry out Lucas’s name.
Praying he’ll catch me if I fall.
I drift down to his bed like a feather floating on a breeze, the crinkle of a foil package barely penetrating my brain. Lucas rolls the protection onto his length, positions himself, and with a level of control I didn’t know he possessed, slowly pushes inside me.
At the feel of him, thick and ready, I gasp.
He rocks into me, and I hold on tight to the sheets. Our panted groans are the only noise in the room.
Lucas’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, as if he’s got all the time in the world to make me come once more, to shatter me in the best possible way.
It’s not until I’m closer to the edge of no return, to spinning among the stars, that he shifts the pace. Moving harder. Faster.
One more thrust and I come apart around him, crying out his name again. My body hugs him, never wanting to let go, and I tumble into the abyss, white-hot heat filling and surrounding me.
Lucas lasts for several more thrusts and grunts out his release, the sound sweet music to my ears.
His body weight presses down on me. Makes me feel safe. We stay that way for a few moments, waiting to regain our breaths.
Lucas shifts off me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I don’t think I could move even if I tried. My body is a limp rag. A very satisfied limp rag.
He pulls on his briefs and his shorts and leaves the room to dispose of the condom that he doesn’t need to use. Or doesn’t need to use when it comes to birth control.
I curl into his pillow and inhale his spicy scent. It soothes my rambling thoughts, lulls me. But it’s not enough to quiet the voice pointing out I could have told Lucas the truth about the accident, but I didn’t say anything. I came close to explaining what the scar means. The impact it has on his plans for us to one day start a family.
But then I remembered my ex-boyfriend’s face when he found out about my hysterectomy. Disgust. Annoyance. Indifference.
Indifference toward me.
Shame sharpens its claws inside me. I’m not ready to tell Lucas the truth. Soon, but not yet.
Mine. Lucas is mine.
An easy smile slips onto my lips. We’re married now in every sense of the word. We can have sex together whenever we want—an additional perk to our business relationship.
Business relationship? Nothing about what is happening between us feels like a business arrangement—not when we’re striving for a real marriage. Other than the part where I’m sleeping in the guest room.
Lucas returns, strips out of his clothes, and climbs under the covers. “Jasper’s in his crate now.”
“I bet he wasn’t too thrilled about that. He looked content asleep on his bed in the living room.”
“He might have been asleep when we left, but…” Lucas’s words trail off, and a sexy smirk graces the lips I kissed not long ago. “I’m now down one cushion.”
I wince in sympathy for what I assume are the remains of a chewed cushion.
