My heart was getting all twisted up in him.
Because every time with Lucas was the same.
He touched me as though we were living on burrowed time. Desperate. Terrified. Passionate. Each moment had to matter. Because the truth was we didn’t know when it would crumble beneath us.
This all had the feeling of being temporary. But I would love every single minute of it.
His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back. “Kiss me,” he murmured. I turned my head so he could reach my mouth. He never stopped moving inside me. I pushed back against him wanting to take him as deep as possible. I didn’t think it was possible to fuck like this.
“Are you close?” he whispered. I nodded, feeling the familiar burn in my belly.
He reached around and pinched my clit his other hand running down my back to the crack of my ass. And then I was coming with a yell. That drove Lucas wild. Because he was thrusting hard and rough until he came as well.
We collapsed in a heap on the bed, neither of us able to speak.
After a few minutes when we were able to breathe normally again Lucas rolled on his side facing me. “It can’t keep getting better can it? I’ll die from a heart attack at this rate.”
I grabbed his hand and pressed his palm over my galloping heart. “I’ll die right along with you then.”
He gathered me close to him, my head fitting below his chin, my ear pressed to his chest. After the passion, we found a comfortable ease together. Almost as if we had been doing this for years rather than weeks.
His fingers traced lazy circles along the curve of my spine.
I was drunk on him.
“I wish you never had to leave,” he murmured into my hair.
“You’d get sick of me eventually,” I joked.
He held me tightly. “You have no idea how important you’ve become to me, do you?”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.
These were the sort of things he said while he was inside me. When I couldn’t be sure if he meant them or not.
“Lucas—”
“You know there’s no one else right? That I’m with you and only you. That I haven’t looked at another woman since you came into my life.” He sounded almost frantic. As if he needed to get the words out before he couldn’t say them.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m not into sharing.” I was trying to lighten the mood. Things felt heavy. As if we were on the cusp of something.
It scared me. It thrilled me.
“Look at me, Morgan.”
I turned so that I could see him. His eyes met mine and held me prisoner. I couldn’t move.
“No matter what you read in the papers, or what you think is true, always ask me first, okay? Because when I tell you there’s only you, I mean it.”
“I will. I promise.”
He kissed me again and then pulled away. “I need to run to the bathroom. You okay here?”
I wrapped the blanket around myself. “I’ll be fine.”
Lucas went into his en suite bathroom and I lay in the middle of his bed, staring up at the ceiling trying to make sense of what he had just said.
He told me he only wanted me. That I was important to him.
