“Are you sure? I don’t mind using—” I put my finger on his lips.
“Yes. I want to feel you, all of you.” I grabbed the back of his head and devoured his lips. This went against ‘going slow,’ but I felt the need to give myself to Lucas completely—without anything between us. I may’ve been opening myself up for a world of hurt, but I felt safe with Lucas.
Lucas flipped me over on the couch, so he was on top of me. I lifted my hips as he pulled my jeans off and tossed them behind him. He took his clothes off in record time. I was a little disappointed since I wanted to strip him. He hovered over me for a moment, and I allowed my fingers to drift over every ripple and muscle in his chest.
“You feel so good …” Lucas’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moved inside me. That familiar buildup grew as he went in and out, deeper and deeper. Slowly at first and then he picked up speed. Suddenly he stopped, lifted my left leg, and slid back in quick, hard, andreallydeep. When the shock of his movements and the new angle felt like they were too much, he drove into me even harder. My insides tightened until I couldn’t take the throbbing anymore. I came harder than I probably ever did in my life.
Lucas soon followed, and we both collapsed on the couch.
“I guess I didn’t need all those clothes.” I laughed as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.
“I was afraid you’d never be here like this again.” He rubbed my back and looked at me with a sad smile.
“Believe me, there was never a time I didn’t want to be here with you. I needed time to make sure I was ready for it.”
“I know, and I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing the back of my head and inched his lips toward mine. “I’m just glad you’re here.” He gave me a soft kiss that became deeper and urgent, and I felt him getting hard again under me.
I pulled back from the kiss, my eyes wide.
“Really? You could do that again so fast?” Lucas smirked at me and cocked an eyebrow.
“Not bad for an older guy, right?” He slapped me on the ass, making me giggle.
As much as I was trying to take it slow with Lucas, there was no going back now. Every second I spent with him, I wanted him more. I was all in, and there was no way I could hide it.
Fifteen
Samantha
I lookedat my reflection in the restaurant window and cringed.What the hell was I thinking when I bought this dress?It was black satin and tight enough for anyone to see what I had for breakfast—yesterday. It wasn’t too short or low cut, but since I was packing double Ds, my boobs took overanythingI wore. The dress was sleeveless, so I threw on a black shrug-length sweater over it. I’d gone shopping on my lunch hour with my friend Tabitha yesterday, and when I told her Lucas was taking me to the new trendy restaurant in the meatpacking district, she insisted I buy this dress. She even convinced me to buy a new pair of silver stilettos. I had a short window of time before the shoes gave me a pronounced limp and prayed we were hopping right into a cab back to Lucas’s apartment after dinner. Since it was a night special enough for painful heels, I took extra time with my hair and makeup—even breaking out the hot rollers. I took a second glance at my smoky eye makeup and soft waves in my long, dark-brown hair. Although I didn’t quite feel brave enough to pull this dress off, I thought I looked kind of hot. Hopefully, my date agreed.
Over the past month, my label-less relationship with Lucas had progressed to the stage of keeping clothes at his apartment for my overnight stays, thus eliminating the need for an overnight bag. Thank goodness, as I could barely carry myself in these heels as I made my way to meet him at the restaurant.
I asked Lucas to meet me by the bar. I wanted to surprise him tonight with my primped-more-than-usual self. I noticed him right away and thought how unfair it was that one person could be that damn good-looking. His blue, button-down shirt clung to every muscle in his torso, and his black pants fit him to perfection. He looked like he had stepped off a runway, and I hoped my ridiculous shoes didn’t make me fall as I strolled over to where he sat.
Lucas didn’t see me approach. I came up behind him and wrapped my hands around his waist.
"Hey, handsome." His cheeks turned up in a smile as he reached for me.
“Hey, yourself, Baby—” Lucas stopped speaking mid-sentence, and his face fell.
Crap, I knew I couldn’t pull this dress off.
“You hate it.Ugh, I knew it.” I looked down at myself, shaking my head.
“Hate it? Um, no. You look …” Lucas’s eyes traveled up and down my body, giving me a smoldering gaze that made my heart beat faster. “I can’t even put into words how amazing you look tonight. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to get through an entire dinner without ripping that dress off of you.” He stood from his seat at the bar and wrapped his arms around me.
“I should be prepared to get in a fight tonight. You’re going to turn the head of every man in this place looking like that. So, let’s make sure everyone knows you’re with me.” He pulled me into a deep kiss and slid his hands to the small of my back, pulling me closer. Forgetting where I was, I moaned into his mouth as his tongue caressed mine.
“Ahem, sir. Your table is ready.” A voice belonging to a six-foot-tall Amazon interrupted us. I guessed you had to be a supermodel to work here. She led us to our table, and Lucas took my hand, paying no mind to the gorgeous woman who handed us our menus.
Since we said our passionate hello, Lucas hadn’t stopped touching me—his hands and lips taking turns staking his claim as he moved his chair closer to mine. To say he was acting possessive was an understatement, but I loved every second of it.
After the waiter took our order, Lucas leaned in like he was about to tell me a secret.
“So tell me, Sam. I’m a little curious—how long did you have that huge crush on me?” He smirked at me and raised his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Really?You have to ask? You didn’t know?”
