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Lucas looked pained, needy. He grumbled back. “Fuck me.”
“Oh,” she laughed, a full-throated sound that had his dick twitching behind the denim of his jeans, “I will.”
By the time he dropped his shirt to the ground, she had his pants down around his knees, held up only by the tension of his legs, spread shoulder-width apart and her hand slipped between his thighs.
She loved touching him, making him shake and swell.
Tucking her knees up beneath her on the sofa she had the height for what she wanted.
One hand holding the base of his dick, her mouth stretching over the head. The feel of his hot skin against her tongue was incredible. The way his cock flexed against her tongue made her want even more, cradling his balls in her palm.
When he set his hands on her head, his fingers wrapping tight in the waves of her hair. The deeper she took him in her mouth, the tighter his hands held onto her hair. Goodness. His hold was almost brutal but she loved it, just like she loved this man.
Until he pulled out of her mouth.
She looked up at him, standing there, out of breath, his cock wet and hard, jutting out from his body. Caroline lifted a hand and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
Lucas looked at her, shaking his head. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“Then why stop?”
“I didn’t want to come in your mouth,” he shook his head, “not yet.”
“Oh?” Smiling and feeling every ounce of her own need rushing through her veins. “Then maybe you’ll do it somewhere else.” She bent over and pulled his wallet from his jeans. Quickly finding the little foil square he kept inside of it. “You came prepared.”
He walked over and snatched the foil from her hands. “Shut up and lie down, Caro. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
She fell back on the sofa, laughing. “Yes, Chef.”
Lucas rolled on the condom with a curse. “Fuck me.”
* * *
Later as they lay together on the cushions, Caroline tucked inside and Lucas stretched out nearly on the edge of the seat, he traced a finger down the side of her face. “You reminded me a little of Cinderella, you know.”
That caught her off guard.
“Ci-Cinderella? How?”
“One shoe in your hand, one on your foot. Standing in the doorway as though you were running from the ball… I wanted to ask you to stay, but I couldn’t.”
“Was it that woman? The one who brought Nadia to the restaurant?”
Lucas winced a little and his indrawn breath sounded like it hurt. “That was Mrs. Thurston. She was the child advocate that was the go between with me and Sandrine while custody was being decided.”
Caroline could see how the memory haunted him, so she smoothed her hand up his chest and settled her palm over his heart. “She gave me a look and I knew that she was trying to figure out who I was.” Caroline’s fingers moved over his skin restlessly. “Not my name, but who I was to you. I was afraid she could look right through me.”
“I put up with her,” Lucas shifted on the couch to face her, “because she was really focused on Nadia. She was tough-”
“Like a bulldog,” Caroline interjected with a soft smile.
“Yes, like a bulldog,” he admitted. “She put me through hoops and rings of fire, but I would have done all of that and more for Nadia.”
“I could see that.” Caroline snuggled closer and put her head against his shoulder. “I knew how you felt just by the way you held your daughter. It was better that way. Me leaving. Tell me that you know that.”
It was a long moment before he spoke. A long moment when she could hear the rush of blood through his veins, the healthy drum of his heart.
He lifted his hand and set it on the crown of her head, holding her ever closer. “I know that you did what you felt was best, but don’t ask me to agree with it, Caro. All of those years that came between us. All of those missed moments.” She felt his other hand slip beneath the blanket to settle on her hip, his thumb sliding down to trace the high point of her hipbone. “All I can see in my head are the times when we could have been together, and we were apart because you walked out that day.”
