I was really goingto do this. I was going to spend the night with my . . .myLucas. What was a label anyway? Useless, right?
I dropped Bella off at her grandparents and then went home to pack. I was never one for sexy lingerie; the hottest evening wear I owned was a Victoria’s Secret cotton baby doll nightgown, so I threw it in. Makeup, contacts, toothbrush, birth control pills (I especially didn’t want to forget those suckers), skinny jeans, and a fancy black top in case we went somewhere.Okay, this was dumb.I’d slept at his apartment before and only needed one outfit since I was naked most of the time and did fine without all the provisions. I finished overpacking and headed to the train.
My phone buzzed with a text as I reached the subway station.
Lucas: I hope you’re on the train right now. I can’t wait until you’re all mine tonight.
All the bravery I felt after the awesome phone sex we had last night seemed to have vanished. Plus, Bella wouldn’t let me go when I dropped her off. I had a mixture of guilt—again—nerves, and, I was ashamed to say, neardreadfloating around in my stomach instead of the eager butterflies I should have been in anticipation of having Lucas all to myself for a night.
I rang the bell outside, and he buzzed me in. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could with the stupid heavy bag I needed to bring, and Lucas was waiting at the top of the stairs with a big smile.
“Took you long enough to get here,” Lucas joked with a sexy grin and a wink. He looked so good in just a tight white T-shirt and jeans. I gave him a smirk and shook my head.
He took my bag from me and laughed. “Did you run away? This is pretty heavy.”
“I … I don’t know … packing all that stuff made sense an hour ago.” I groaned and put my face in my hands as I followed him inside.Way to play things cool. I was supposed to spend the night and packed like I was moving in.
Lucas put my bag down and pulled me into his arms once he shut the door. “Come here.” I put my head against his chest since I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. He pulled away a little and put his finger under my chin to lift my face.
“We can go as fast or as slow as you want. You’re here, and you’re with me. That’s all I care about. Okay?” He gave me a soft kiss on my lips and cocked an eyebrow. “Okay?’
“Okay.” I kissed him back and buried my head in Lucas’s neck. He rubbed my back, and I relaxed a little.
“So what do you want to eat?” I tried to make small talk, but I was still a little too worked up for dinner.
“We can wait; come sit with me for a while.” Lucas took my hand and led me over to the couch. He sometimes knew how to read me so well it was a little scary.
I sat next to him and curled into his side, laying my head on his chest. I was still upset about Bella and how maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to her staying overnight.
“Something bothering you?” He looked down at me with a little bit of a frown, like he was concerned. Good thing I wasn’t a poker player. My tells were obvious.
“Bella didn’t want to let me go when I dropped her off. I hope she’s stopped crying by now.”
“She’s with her grandparents, right? And although they raised a jerk-off …”
I giggled at him, and he shrugged. No arguments from me there.
“You said they were nice people. You’re allowed to have time to yourself, Sam—it doesn’t make you a bad mother.” Lucas ran his fingers through my hair, and my eyelids fluttered a little at how good it felt. He chuckled as I melted into his chest.
“Feeling better?” he whispered, still playing with my hair.
“Mm-hmm. That feels good.” I snuggled closer to him, and he kissed the top of my head. I lifted my head up to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head, and I got his lips instead. It started out a soft and sweet kiss and got deeper and urgent. I was sixteen again and making out with a guy I liked on his couch. Except for the fact none of the guys I knew then—or ever—had moves like this.
Feeling a little bold, I climbed on top of Lucas and straddled his lap, our lips still moving. I rubbed myself against him, and he moaned.
“I’d say someone is feelingmuchbetter,” Lucas murmured against my lips. I smiled as he found the hem of my tank top and lifted it up and over my head. He dragged his hands over my breasts and gazed up at me.
“So beautiful …” Lucas grabbed the nape of my neck and brought me back to his lips. He unsnapped my bra but didn’t take it off right away. He pulled me closer as he inched the straps off my shoulders. When it was finally off, he looked up at me with a smirk. “I may be here for a while …” He cupped both my breasts with his hands, and when he brought one to his mouth to suck on my nipple, I squirmed in his lap. He brought his hands to my hips to hold them in place. “Stay still; you aren’t going anywhere.” He sucked on the other nipple and let it go with a pop.
Lucas put his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb across my lips. I thought back to when he did that in his bed the last time I was here, how he made me feel worshipped, desired, loved—even though I wouldn’t dare say that word out loud … yet.
Lucas unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand inside my panties. The second his hand felt my wet and swollen flesh, he dropped his head back and groaned.
“Shit, the condoms are in my nightstand drawer.” He lifted me up to get off the couch, but I didn’t move.
“I’ve been on the pill for a long time, for health reasons. When I found out about—anyway I got tested and I’m clean. I haven’t been with Marc since, or anyone—until you.
Lucas cupped my cheek and rested his forehead against mine.
