“I would like nothing more than to bend you over the back of this couch and fuck you senseless,” he said, and I sucked in a sharp breath, need pulsing through me. “But we need to lay out some rules before I do that.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion, because I wanted nothing more than to feel him in me and over every part of me. A pulse beat in a quick rhythm between my legs and the feel of him resting there—I wanted to press and move and find the release that was building ever higher.
“Rules?” I asked, my voice breathy.
“I told you I have plans, but I need you to set the pace, tell me what you’re good with and what you’re okay with.”
My breath caught in my throat and Lukas shifted slightly so he could bring his hand up to my face. He tucked loose strands of hair back behind my ear and searched my eyes for understanding. The logical part of me understood what he was saying. That as much as he wanted to, he would go at my pace, do whatever I was comfortable with—I had pretty much no experience and I knew that, that wasn’t the same for him.
The illogical part of my brain that was stupid horny and really annoyed he stopped kissing me. He said he’d fuck me and then rescinded the offer. My fingers tightened unintentionally in his hair, pulling and he groaned. His hips involuntarily jerked, and the noise that fell from me would have been embarrassing any other time, but right now I didn’t care.
“Aimee, I?—”
I growled, cutting him off. “I swear if you don’t start kissing me again and deal with the aching between my legs that you put there, I will never speak to you again.”
It only took a second, one moment of hesitation before his mouth was on mine, claiming and devouring.
It didn’t matter that I barely knew him, that for the last year and a half I’d been slowly dying. It didn’t matter that we’d started on wobbly footing, and I was rushing into this. All that mattered was the feel of him and the way he made me feel—horniness aside. Lukas made me feel safe and wanted and was this beacon of light that I didn’t know I needed.
I’d spent so much time since Asher’s death just existing, trying to make it day to day—some days easier than others, and other times just wishing that darkness would claim me. But Lukas—he was like a cleansing fire, a flooding river rising up to wash everything clean. He was spring rain that renewed life and signaled a change in the seasons. His lips trailed across my jaw and down my throat and I shivered at the feeling of his lips on my skin and the tickling of his breath.
He rolled his hips as he kissed and sucked and licked along my throat. I further relaxed under him, moving my hips to match his own and the tension building was beautifully antagonizing. I wanted more. His hands trailed over my body, skimming my sides, his thumbs brushing over my breasts, over my nipples. I gasped and dragged my hands from his back to his face and brought his lips back to mine. His tongue immediately swept in, and I let him take control. His hips rolled again, and I moaned into his mouth. Then one of his hands moved lower, and lower, slipping between our bodies. I whined at the loss of pressure until I felt him cup me through my leggings. He rubbed lightly and I jerked, the sensation new and utterly pleasant.
“More,” I begged.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the swell of my breasts.
His hand moved, and I nearly whined when I felt him sliding under the band of my leggings and when his fingers hit my bare core I gasped and gripped his arm tight. I vaguely wondered if he could feel my heartbeat under his hand as his fingers slid through the dampness gathering between my legs. He pressed and swirled my clit and if he hadn’t brought his mouth back to mine, my moan would have woken the whole lodge.
And then his finger was pressing into me and I gasped again, trying to tilt my hips, to move to make him go faster, but he held me firm. When he started moving, his finger sliding in and out and the heel of his hand pressing into my clit, I decided right then and there that Eloise’s spicy romances would never end up in a fire, because…
“Oh my God.”
The words had meant to stay unsaid, but I couldn’t help it and they fell from my lips in a drawn out, breathy exhale. Lukas was staring down our bodies to where his hand disappeared beneath the band of my leggings and as it stood, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. He pulled his fingers out, moved upto my clit and rubbed in small circles. My eyes might’ve rolled into the back of my head. The tension and pressure was steadily and gloriously building.
Then, he met my gaze and moved his fingers back down and pressed two inside this time and I bucked, the feeling tight but heady and when he started moving—not lazy strokes, but quicker deep ones, I felt it.
The tightening, the heat building and burning down my spine mixing with the stifling heat of the fire in front of us. The sofa underneath cocooned my body, and I was so close. I was panting, gripping his biceps, moving in time to the thrusts of his fingers.
He lowered his face, so that our cheeks were touching and into my ear he whispered, his breath sending more heat and shivers down my spine and I was so very close. I panted.
“Come for me, baby,” he said as his fingers plunged deep and curled, hitting a spot I’d only read about in Eloise’s books.
And then, his lips were on mine as I fell over the edge with a very loud moan that was only quieted by his mouth on mine. I melted into a puddle on the sofa with Lukas over me, and I felt him pull his fingers out. I jerked as he brushed over my overly sensitive clit and then I watched as he pulled his hand free and brought it to his mouth. I watched with heavy lidded eyes as he pressed the two fingers he had inside of me, into his mouth.
I realized I owed Eloise an apology for all the shit I’d ever said about her romance novels, because that move was beyond attractive.
I swallowed hard and fought the desire raging inside of me. Lukas lowered his head back down and rested his forehead against mine. My heart was still racing, my breaths were still a bit quick and I could feeljusthow affected he was.
He was hard and thick between my legs and the desire burned even hotter so I wiggled, and he hissed a breath. I was sowarm, with need and want and the mix of his body and the heat radiating from the fire. So when he sat up and moved away, the loss of the heat shocked my system. I stared down the length of my sprawled body to stare at him through half lidded eyes.
“Come back, you were warm,” I whined.
He chuckled.
“If I come back over there…” He didn’t have to say it, I could see it in his eyes and in his body—my eyes roaming and catching on the evidence.
I grinned. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
