“But—”
“I mean it.”
He places his napkin by the plate and gets up. His arms go around me, pulling me up, and I know the discussion is over for now. But if he thinks this is the end of it, he has another think coming. I’m not going to let him lose something that means so much to him because of my insecurities.
His gaze on mine, he slowly lowers his head, giving me a chance to turn away.
There’s no way.
The first touch of his lips at the corner of my mouth is tender but sensual. Tingles start and spread in sweet ripples, tightening my nipples and pooling between my legs. Feeling wickedly wanton, I shrug a shoulder, letting the robe slip down, exposing a breast.
He continues to kiss me. If I didn’t feel his cock getting harder and thicker against my belly, I might’ve never known that he noticed. I do the same with the other shoulder so I’m standing topless. His unhurried seduction of my mouth leaves me breathless, my limbs weak. The only thing that’s keeping me up is Lucas’s hands wrapped around my waist.
“You’re so beautiful. So sweet,” he whispers. “I could live on nothing but you.” A deep groan vibrates in his chest, and I feel it through my nipples all the way to my clit. I whimper, needy and wanting this moment to go on forever.
He picks me up and carries me to bed. Without breaking the kiss, he lays me down in the center of the mattress and unties the robe. I push his out of the way, annoyed there’s anything between us. I clutch his wide shoulders, marveling at his strength, grateful that he’s mine.
I came so close to losing him because of fear.
“I feel like an idiot, wasting so much of our time together. If I’d just given you five minutes, we could’ve had this all along,” I murmur.
“Don’t blame yourself. You weren’t ready to listen and believe what I had to say.”
He’s right. But that doesn?
??t make it any better.
“Now stop thinking,” he whispers. “And just feel.”
His clever mouth travels along my jaw line and the sensitive skin of my neck. He slowly traces the underside of my breast, his fingertips barely touching. I arch my back for more concrete contact and get rewarded when his big hand closes firmly around my breast. My nipple pulses as he drags his thumb slowly across it, up and down. Lust pulses through me, and I am indecently wet. “Lucas. Don’t tease me.”
“I want to learn your body again. I want to take my time and relearn everything there is to know.”
He lets his mouth travel slowly down my torso, all along my curves. He breathes against the small mounds of my breasts, and I spread my legs wider, heat thrumming in my veins.
“Not yet.”
He takes the tip of my breast into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation is so sharp, so electrifying, that my back arches of its own volition. The emptiness between my legs aches so badly, I cry out, undulating my pelvis.
With deliberate care, he thumbs my clit and hisses. “You’re so damn wet.”
“I want you.”
“You have me. You’ll always have me.”
Two thick fingers plunge inside, gliding in smoothly. I groan at the sensation, but it isn’t over. He licks the glistening fingers, then switches position, getting under me with my legs on each side of his chest.
“Sit on my face, Ava.”
My cheeks heat.
“Come on. Straddle my head and let me tongue-fuck you, taste your orgasm.”
The image that comes to my mind is so wicked and hot, I can’t breathe. But I don’t want to come alone. I want him with me.
I reach behind and wrap my hand around his erection. His engorged shaft pulses, the tip wet with pre-cum. Oh, that’s right…he doesn’t have a condom. I smile wickedly.
“You can tongue-fuck me all you want. But I’m turning around.”