“I don’t care,” I say breathlessly. “We’ll manage it. Arden’s passport has been restored. She’ll be gone in a matter of months. I want you, Seven. Nothing you tell me will change that.”
He drops his forehead to mine and releases a shaky breath that skates across my face. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that you feel that way.”
“I think I do.”
Slowly, his face moves in closer, but just as his lips softly brush mine, a bell chimes. Seven doesn’t move, but he reaches an arm out to lift the red phone off the hook. “Hmm? Yes. Fine. Bumped it,” he says. He hits the button without breaking eye contact and the elevator starts up again.
When the doors open, he sweeps me into his foyer and kisses me right in front of the security guard waiting outside his door. It is not a chaste kiss. This is a claiming, deep, bend-you-over-backward kiss that instantly turns my knees to water and my blood effervescent. I want to live inside this kiss. When he draws back to unlock his door, I catch a glimpse of the security guard’s face, and it almost unsettles me. There’s surprise but also something darker, something I might describe as disgust if I wasn’t so high on luck and blissfully drawn into the moment. Fuck him. If he wants to be a bigot, he better keep his thoughts to himself, or I imagine he won’t be around for long.
I giggle as Seven pulls me inside and closes the door behind us. He tugs the elastic from my hair. “Oh. Sorry about my appearance. I should have cleaned up before I came.”
“Why?” he says breathlessly. “I’m just going to mess you up again.”
Zing. Holy crap, I’ve never been this turned on. His mouth is on mine again, and his hands are hot under my shirt, coursing along my ribs, thumbs grazing the underside of my breasts as he backs me through the large entryway deeper into the apartment. I gasp for breath when he pulls my shirt over my head and giggle as my bra clasp conveniently breaks and the garment all but falls off me.
“I liked that bra,” I say.
“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you the whole fucking store.” His hands are on my waist again, and I wrap my arms around his neck and climb up his body, my legs riding his hips. He growls, clutching my ass and driving the kiss deeper.
His knees bump something behind us, and we tip over, my back bouncing on a velvety black comforter. He reaches for my waistband, but I catch his wrists. “Oh, we’ve already done the thing where I’m the only one naked in the room.” I bite my lip. “This time you’re coming along with me.”
He doesn’t miss how I stress the wordcoming. I push him back and reach for his fly. His belt buckle jingles as I unbuckle, unzip, and free his erection. I have him in my mouth before I’ve pushed his pants and everything else down his legs.
“Gods, Sophia.Fuck!” His fingers grip my shoulders as I bask in the taste of him, licking and swirling my tongue before taking him deep into my throat. The closer he gets, the more I feel his excitement fizzing at my core. He’s pounding luck into me. It vibrates between my legs, filling me. It dances across my skin, slopes along my breasts, tightening the tips.
Seven moans, and hot liquid jets down my throat at the same moment my own orgasm grips me in its clutches, wringing pleasure from me with both hands.
I swallow him down and turn boneless, flopping onto the big black bed and closing my eyes.
“Look at me, Sophia,” he orders and I obey. Fuck, the intensity in his gaze is preternatural. “We’re not done.”
My eyes widen as he tosses off his jacket and dress shirt, then steps out of his pants. My shoes are next and then my sweats and panties. He’s already hard again.Lucky me. Gods, the man is a work of art, thick and long, his body a canvas of lean muscle with broad shoulders and a tapered waist that begs to be licked. I open my mouth to do so, but he hoists me back into the center of the velvet spread and stretches out over me, running the head of his cock along my slit.
His eyes meet mine. “No going back,” he says. “After this, we leave the past behind and we build something new, together, come what may.”
“Come what may,” I repeat. I can’t form any more complex thoughts than that. I need him in me so bad I can hardly breathe.
I get my wish.
His hands thread into mine on either side of my head as he slides into me, forcing a gasp from my throat. My vision blurs with unshed tears. I try to blink them away, but one falls.
Seven stops immediately. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you? When I said there was no going back, I meant emotionally. If you want me to stop, I will.”
I laugh a little. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then what is it?”
With a nudge of my hip, I roll him onto his back and rise above him, spreading my wings. More tears fall against his chest. My throat feels thick as I admit, “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex truly as myself.”
He grimaces as if I’ve hit him in the stomach, then reaches up to stroke along my upper right wing. His fingers trace along the side of my face, between my breasts. “I’m honored it’s me.” He lifts his hips and fills me until I moan.
I flutter my wings, sending a vibration down my body that makes him arch under me. “Keep doing that,” he growls. His fingers dig into my hips. I ride his thrusts until that delicious, coiled tension builds deep within my core again, deeper than before, bigger.
It unravels all at once, like I’ve sliced open a ball of elastic bands. I lose myself entirely in the bubbles, snaps, and flares of pleasure. My head tilts back, and I grind myself against Seven in the most brazen way. I feel him come apart beneath me, hear him yell my name. Luck swirls around us, brushing me with its fiery energy and drawing out my pleasure.
When I’ve finally flopped forward and rolled on my side, Seven reaches for me and tucks me into his chest, his lips brushing the top of my head. “You make me feel lucky, Sophia. Truly lucky.”
“Me too.”
