Authors: Delia Foster
“Don’t do that,” she whispered.
Before he could respond, the elevator dinged.
He took her hand, and led the way. She was silent, but by the way she kept a brisk pace with his, her feet moving steadily and surely, he knew she knew where they were headed.
The room where it had all began.
*****
The minute they were inside, he cornered her again.
But this time, there was no space.
She didn’t want any.
Greedy for his touch, she arched against him, desperate for more.
“Wait, wait,” he panted. “We need to talk. I need to make sure you’re sure. I don’t want any misunderstandings. I want you to know everything.”
He closed his eyes, as if he were in prayer.
“Lucas?”
Those beautiful gray eyes, dark and stormy opened once more, consuming her whole.
“After Zach…,” she struggled to say his name. “After the letter you wrote me…is there anything I don’t know?”
He shook his head.
“Then we can talk later. I’m here, I know everything. I want you so much, please…we can talk later.”
Her voice sounded desperate even to her own ears, but she was so eager for his touch—no, this wasn’t eagerness.
This wasn’t want.
It wasn’t even desire.
It was pure, unadulterated need.
The need to connect with him on an elemental level, where the people or the words didn’t matter anymore.
“Lucas, I need you. I need you on me, I need you inside me. Please, it’s been too long,” she begged shamelessly.
“Please,” she whispered once more, a gentle benediction. “You don’t know what it was like, thinking that you would never kiss me…never touch me again.”
Again, he shut his eyes, before he leaned his forehead against hers.
“Imagining my life without you was the purest version of hell. I need you Sophie. If we do this, and you leave me, you’ll break me.”
It was a single tear that streamed against her cheek when she whispered, “You already broke me.”
He buried his head in her neck. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I just didn’t know—“ his voice broke, and she realized he was crying too.
Gently, she lifted his face away from hers, she let him see her face.
Raw and exposed.
“Lucas, I love you so much. Even when you boss me around, even when you antagonize the hell out of me. Every night with you, when I closed my eyes, I knew you watched me as I fell asleep. ..and for the first time, I was…”
She paused, needing the time to formulate words that would tell him what she needed to say.
“You said that I own you. Well, you own me. When I thought that you’d like deliberately—that you’d—Lucas, I walked away from a wedding. I was devastated, but what I felt then was nothing like the loss I felt when I thought we were done.”
“You walked away from me. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”
“Can you blame me?” she challenged. “You had a history with my ex-fiancé. You kept the truth from me.”
“I was scared. What we had was perfection. It is perfection,” he vowed. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, but the deeper I fell for you, the harder I fell—telling you became that much harder. I couldn’t lose you, and then I fucked up, and that’s exactly what I did.”
Tears seeped out, slowly and surely. It hurt to see him hurt, and she told him so.
“I can’t bear to have you feel this way. I’m here, and I love you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. We have time, Lucas. My sweet, sweet, stubborn Lucas,” she whispered before she pressed her lips against his jaw. She peppered kisses along his jawline, the straight column of his nose, against his closed eyelids.
“I love you so much, it doesn’t feel like love. It’s so much more. I’m done being scared. I want a new beginning. That’s what you were doing today, wasn’t it?”
The only answer he gave her was in the way his lips molded against hers. He drank from her mouth deeply, as if she were a mirage in the middle of a desert.
The sound of a zipper peeling apart permeated silence punctuated with breathy gasps and groans.
Before she could blink, she was on the bed.
The same bed where they’d come together the first time.
He pulled away from her, impatiently pulling at the charcoal gray slacks and white oxford he wore as his dark gray eyes bore into hers.
“I adore you,” he said, his voice cracking as he finished the vow. “I meant it Sophie, you’re my everything.”
Hot, she felt so hot. She pushed her length of hair up and away from behind her neck and onto the pillow.
“Lucas, I need you. I don’t know how to be me without you.”
He groaned, shedding the his boxers, before his bigger, muscular frame covered hers.
She groaned at the sensation of her sensitive nipples scraping against his chest.
Wet, so wet and ready.
“Please, inside me now, I can’t bear it,” she whimpered.
One of his hands braced on the side of her head while the other wound itself through her mass of hair. “Do I need protection?”
Her eyes met his, and in that moment, she felt everything.
His need for her, his desire, his love.
“No, I’m on the pill and I’m safe. As long as you’re sure you’re cle—“
She didn’t finish the sentence.
His mouth consumed hers, and she felt wet press from his cheeks onto her face the same moment the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
He pulled back, as if to say something, but before he could, she would her legs around his hips and arched up.
“Oh god, oh god, ohhh,” she whimpered between pants and gasps as he eased himself inside her.
“I don’t think this a good time to pray sweetheart. Isn’t lust one of the several deadly sins?” he joked, but despite his light tone, his eyes were intense and adoring. His features were taught, his face an image of sheer masculine beauty as he struggled to maintain control and move slowly.
Carefully, as if she were the most delicate crystal glass.
Sophie canted her hips up to receive him deeper right as he thrust unto her until he was seated at the hilt.
She expelled her breath shallowly as she adjusted to his size.
“You okay baby?”
She smiled gently up at him as he paused, unmoving while he was so deep inside her, joined as if they were one.
He’s beautiful.
She lifted both hands so that her fingers could wander along his cheekbones, trace along the edge of jaw, rub against the slight abrasion of his new facial hair before she nodded.
“I’m okay, but that’s seven deadly sins, not several…and this is love, Lucas…so the way we feel about each other isn’t a sin. It’s bliss…” she trailed off, unable to formulate the words that would be right for this moment.
There were no words.
Emotion clear in his suspiciously bright eyes, he groaned and dropped his forehead so that it touched hers.
“Maybe I was a saint in a past life. Maybe I did something really good before because I don’t know.” His breath washed over her lips as he spoke, “I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you…and to deserve a second chance, but I promise you Sophie, I promise you with everything I am, everything I have, and everything I will be, that I won’t fuck this up. I will spend each and every day of my life on this earth making you happy.”
She lost her breath as emotion overwhelmed her. The feeling, it was light and airy, indescribable really, but it expanded in her chest just as her heart clenched.
It only intensified the pleasure she already experienced from the way he felt—so amazing, so full and deep and hard inside of her.
With her eyes, she tried to convey the message her heart spoke loud and clear, but with her voice, she expressed the need that was quickly becoming crucial.
“If you’d like to start doing so, you could move,” she suggested helpfully.
She followed this by clenching her muscles around him tightly while he stay unmoving, buried in her wet warmth. His husky laughter at her words faded away as need took over.
Over and over, they met as one. Their lips melted against each other in decadent, drugging kisses.
Their bodies merged as she offered herself to him, cradling his hips firmly between her thighs.
His taking of her was thorough as he stroked into her in an unhurried fashion. Each thrust forward plunged into her from the very beginning of her slick opening, stretching through her delicate tissues, seeking his place inside of her until his cock rested deep inside her.
Almost as if he could touch her heart.
Sex with Lucas was always mind-blowing, but this…
This was something different.
This was sublime.
She could have stayed joined to him, rocking into each other, forever, but her body had other ideas. The pressure started from the spot he seemed to be able to hit, impossibly low in her belly, radiating through her body from the delicious burn she felt each time he landed home.
The resulting burn was exquisite, torching through her body as she grew slicker, her body instinctively tightening around him.
“Sophie, keep your eyes on me when you come.”
His command was raspy, his voice hoarse from exertion and emotion as he used his body as an instrument for her pleasure.
She tried to stop her head from restlessly turning side to side and focused on him, connecting with his heated gaze.
And then it was upon her, sudden and devastating.
Fire flamed, bright and hot in his eyes, and the intensity seared through her, scorching in it’s power.
From the way it had been building up inside her, she had anticipated a violent climax, but this—
This took ahold of her so suddenly, so unexpectedly, she tumbled headfirst into a volcanic eruption. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as her body flew, higher and higher, until she got so close to the sun, she was surely burnt to dust.
And then…slowly, she started to come back to reality. The intensity, the pressure steadily ebbed down, but her muscles still trembled and she kept her legs locked around his waist.
“I love you.” His voice was raw with emotion. “Words can not describe the beauty of what you just gave me.”
When her descent was final, she still looked at him dazedly.
He was still rock hard inside her.
Stunned, her body still sensitized and humming with pleasure, she searched his eyes. After what had just happened, she felt the need to say something profound.
“You didn’t come,” she said breathlessly.
So much for profound.
His gaze burned into her. “That one was for you,” he muttered. “Next time, we go together.”
“Wha-”
Sound barely escaped her mouth as he hooked a muscled forearm under her right knee and hitched it up and he hungrily claimed her mouth at the same time.
It should have been impossible to respond again so quickly.
That incredulous though was snuffed out as he thrust deeply, sending her into the throes of mindless pleasure.
His strokes were still deep, but less deliberate and more erratic. This time he had no control left.
He claimed her body like a starving man at a feast, needing enough to sate hunger, but desperate for more for the fear the hunger would appear.
Flames licked at her nerve endings as he moved in and out, and once he’d had his fill of her mouth, he dragged his lips across her mouth, up her neck to the side of her ear.
“I love you so fucking much. Being with you like this makes me crazy.” He hitched her leg up higher, so that he went deeper and increased the pressure against her sensitive clit.
Sophie cried out sharply in disbelief. Again, it was starting again.
“So sweet, my Sophie. I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy,” he murmured against her ear. “Your body was made for me. You were made to take my cock.”
The pressure inside her intensified as he continued his dirty talk, whispering harshly into her ear. He spoke endlessly, his words raw and carnal as he slammed into her relentlessly.
She’d become a wild thing.
Feral and primitive, only attuned to the need for his body.
“You feel so fucking incredible skin to skin, baby. I knew it would be this way. I knew it would feel amazing fucking this tight, wet pussy bare. You’re my first like this, you know. My only,” he whispered hotly.
Where she found the strength to speak, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t continue without relief any longer, she was so worked up. Somehow she managed out a strangled plea.
“Lucas, please,” she gasped.
His lips left her ear as he raised his head to look at her.
Mesmerized, she was helpless to tear her eyes away from his stormy gray gaze.