“Well, Sam, what’s your choice?” Lucas asked. He looked unsure again, and I thought maybe he was giving me a final out, but I was way beyond the point of retreat.
“Both. Please give me both, Lucas.” There was a hint of begging in my voice again, but I couldn’t have cared less.
Lucas pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my panties, and dragged them down my legs. He knelt in front of me, biting his lip as he lifted my skirt above my thighs. He hooked my right leg over his shoulder and dove right in like a starving man—moaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Vibrations traveled all the way down to my toes as his fingers went back to where they were before, making my legs shake. I felt an orgasm building that I was afraid would tear me in half. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I came so hard I lost my balance and slid down the wall. Lucas caught me and pulled me close.
“You still with me?” he asked with hooded eyes.
I shut my eyes and nodded. I needed him inside me, and I didn’t care about anything else.
I had just passed “wrong” and, somehow, boarded the express train straight to hell.
Six
Samantha
I squintedat the alarm clock on Lucas’s nightstand, four o’clock. I didn’t want to travel home so late, and Lucas was asleep with his arm around my waist and his head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. As I rolled over slowly as to not wake him, I winced at the soreness between my legs. Laughable since my V-Card had been gone for a long time. One night of incredible sex must’ve given my lady parts quite the workout. “Incredible” meant more than just Lucas being amazing in bed. I felt desired and wanted like he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Whatcha thinking about, Sam?” I jumped since I thought he was asleep. He ran his knuckles along my chin as he lifted his head to look at me. I fought the urge to lean into his touch.
“Nothing. I’m going to stay here until seven if that’s okay with you. I don’t want to fight the drunks to get a cab back home. “
I had never spent the night at any other guy’s house, and I wasn’t sure what it meant if I decided to stay, and didn’t know what this was between us or even if I should encourage it at all.
“You really think I’m going to throw you out at four o’clock to go home? Jesus, Samantha. Give me a little credit.”
“Well, sorry. I don’t do this very often. Forgive me for not having proper etiquette when someone fucks your brains out, and then you have to go home.” At ‘someone fucks your brains out,’ Lucas jerked back like I’d smacked him.
“Is that what this was to you?Fucking? I care about you—a lot. I thought you knew that. And yes, this situation is far from ideal and I can’t be with you out in the open the way I want, but make no mistake, last night wasn’t ‘fucking someone’s brains out’ to me!” Lucas went from annoyed to straight-up pissed off in a matter of seconds.
He turned around and sat up, starting to get out of bed; I scrambled up and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I’m just—I don’t know how to deal with this. Please forgive me. It wasn’t just fucking to me either, I swear.” I found myself kissing his cheek, then behind his ear and down his neck. My hand slipped down his chiseled chest, over the glorious ripples of his abs and wrapped around the long, hard source of why I would be walking funny to the subway in a couple of hours. The tension left his shoulders as he groaned. I’d won him back, and Lucas turned and put his hand on my cheek, lifting my face to meet his.
“I know, and I don’t want to push you. Christ, it’s going to drive me insane thinking of you in his bed now.” Lucas ran his fingers through his hair and hung his head. There was a look on his face that melted my insides. I couldn’t tell what it was. Pain? Longing? Was I really getting him this twisted?Me?The past twelve hours were a little hard to process.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I have news for you. I haven’t done anything other than sleep in his bed in a very, very long time so you can rest ea—”
Lucas put his finger on my lips and shook his head. “I don’t want to think about that now. When the sun comes up, we’ll figure out whatever this means and where to go from here. But right now …” He moved until he was on top of me, staring right into my eyes. It was a good thing I was lying down because my knees had melted into jelly.
“Right now, you’re mine. And nothing else matters to me except how beautiful you look every time I make you come.”
Sweet Jesus. This man was going to be the death of me. He kissed me, slow but hard, running his hands up and down my body. He moved his mouth lower and lower—from my neck down to my breasts, tracing circles around one of my nipples with his tongue. I moaned and pulled at his hair as my eyes rolled in back of my head. Lucas knew exactly how to touch me, and as he got to know my body, every kiss and caress was better than the one before. He stopped, looked deep into my eyes again, and ran his thumb over my lips. I felt worshipped by a man for maybe the first time in my life. Lucas reached over to his nightstand drawer to pull out a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper open and rolling it on. He climbed back on top of me and ran his fingers through my hair.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, and you really have no idea, do you?” Before I could answer, he covered my mouth with his. With one thrust, he was back inside me, in and out, deeper and deeper. I lifted my hips in rhythm with his movements. Sex with Lucas was like an addictive drug—after only one night. If it were up to me, I would never leave his bed.
I prayed seven o’clock would never come.
Seven
Lucas
It was seven o’clock already.Sam had wanted to get up and leave by now, but I didn’t want to wake her. Her slender arms were draped around my waist, and her head lay on my stomach. She nuzzled into me, placing a soft kiss on my chest before letting out a sweet little moan. I wasn’t sure if she was waking up, so I didn’t speak. My chest constricted as I studied her face and gently stroked her long silky hair. She looked so peaceful and beautiful.So damn beautiful.How could I let her go home?
I realized a while ago that we didn’t have long before we gave in to this insane attraction that had built up all these months, but this was the part I always dreaded—Sam leaving my bed and going back to her husband. For the next five minutes, I decided to pretend Marc didn’t exist. It was only Sam and me. Morning sun leaked through my window, telling me my time was running out and pissing me off even more.
“Lucas? What time is it?” Sam’s voice was raspy as she stirred awake. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad that I let her sleep.
“Seven,” I whispered into her hair as I kissed the top of her head. While she was here, I kidded myself that she was mine. And I could touch her and kiss her all I wanted.
