Lukas cupped the side of my face, leaning in to press his lips to my forehead.
“Now, no more tears.”
I chuckled, wiping at my eyes. I stared at him—this amazing, wonderful man who apparently could pull me from the worst parts of my mind.
“No more tears, only a hot shower. I just want to hold you.”
I pressed my lips to the tip of his nose. I was quite certain I loved him, but it felt big…monumental. The way he made me feel…there was a point I’d thought I’d never deserve to feel that way again. But now I was thinking that I’d never really ever felt it before—or it was different. I knew everything I felt for Lukas wasmorethan I ever felt for anyone before.
I nodded, and he sat up and brushed hair off my forehead.
“I’m a bit of a mood ruiner, huh?” I joked.
He grinned, hauling me out of bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck. His hands were under my thighs, his lips against my temple. I inhaled, and everything I was feeling a few minutes ago bled away. The heat of his bare skin against mine. The bruising feeling of his fingers on my legs, the smell of him…I kissed his skin, nipping, lavishing.
“Aimee,” he breathed.
The bathroom was already steamy, and he lowered me down the front of his body as the warm spray hit my back.
He was half-hard, and I desperately wished I wasn’t too sore. Another round did sound fun, but I feared I was already goingto be walking funny. He pressed kisses all over my face and hair and any skin he could access. I giggled and squirmed and he just kept kissing.
“I could kiss you all day,” he said softly.
“Now, that I’m not too sore for,” I said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.
He kissed me back, and I felt his hands knead my ass. I hummed my pleasure into his mouth.
“You might be too sore for my ego.”
“Okay, that joke needs to die,” I said, reaching around and pinching his ass cheek.
He jumped and pinched me back.
“Hey!” I said.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he teased. “Now, as I was saying, you might be too sore for sex, but I can think of another way to get you off that we’ll both very much enjoy.”
He showed me just how much fun he liked to have.
CHAPTER 31
aimee
Asher had started hauntingmy footsteps again. I’d thought…I’dhopedthat his betrayal would be enough to kick my guilt to the curb—to convince every cell in my body that I didn’t care about him anymore. The comments that article had generated had wormed their way into the back of my brain, not wanting to leave me alone.
Almost a week had passed since the night Lukas and I spent together.
His coach deemed me a distraction and had whisked him away for heavy duty training. I barely saw him, and there hadn’t been a chance for a true repeat of that night. It was amazing how quickly I’d decided I wanted to always wake up next to him, feel his arms around me, the puffs of his breath against my skin. Since then it had been stolen kisses, and quickies when he could get away.
Eloise had jokingly said she’d been feeling neglected, so I’d been glued to her side listening to her beg for details of the night Lukas and I spent together. She wanted to live vicariously through me. She was missing Cami, and needed something other than her spicy romance novels and her vibrator to get her through the rest of the vacation.
The group chat was chomping at the bit too for details—Val wanted all the gossip for book research, and while Lukashadgiven me the okay to embellish the size of his ego, part of me wanted to keep the majority of what we did to ourselves.
Even if there had been time, with the way guilt plagued my thoughts—I wasn’t sure if I could repeat that night. I’d called my therapist the other night and we’d talked, but I didn’t feel any better.
Asher was everywhere, and it was like I could feel this look of betrayal boring into me every time I thought about everything I’d been letting happen over the last two and a half weeks. He was in all of my thoughts, behind my lids whenever I blinked…in my dreams when I slept.
Every night, he was there when I closed my eyes. The dreams would start as memories, and then they would turn dark and toxic. I was barely sleeping, waking Eloise up at least once a night. She would crawl into my bed and hold me until the panic eased and the shaking stopped.
