I ignored him and turned to Dante. "Thanks, D."
I took the bottle and pads as he tossed the bag of ice on the couch. Luc grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him. He stood up and towered over me. "Say it, Mia," Luc said again.
My face flushed at Luc's insistence while Dante was there. Dante raised an eyebrow as he watched us, trying to figure out what he'd walked in on. I dropped my gaze to the floor but Luc's hand on my chin brought my dark eyes back up to his.
"I don't like to repeat myself," he reminded me.
"I'm yours," I whispered. No doubts would plague us anymore.
"Took you fucking long enough," Dante muttered.
I went to reply but it was lost when Luc placed his mouth over mine and everything else around me became irrelevant.
Chapter Forty Four
Lucas
Meals at home were awkward. With our mother and Mia in mind, I hadn't kicked Stefan out of the house for the games he had played, but if he looked at Mia, I had promised myself I would do more than break an arm. I had never been required to exercise so much self restraint, but for Mia, I would do what was necessary to keep her happy.
Instead, Stefan took his meals either before or after the rest of the house. Lydia had made a few comments about the inconvenience, but she hadn't tried to force us together, which I was grateful for.
"I still think it's unfair that you can eat like this three times a day and still look like you do," Mia huffed as I bit into a slice of cake.
We both laid on my bed with Mia reading a book beside me as I made my way through the second slice of cake. It had been a long day at work.
"And what is it I look like?" I asked her.
Mia rolled her eyes as I placed the plate on the nightstand next to me. "I'm not feeding your ego, Luc," she told me, then placed her book down and made to move off the bed, but in moments I had her pinned under me, arms restrained above her head. "Luc!"
"I told you I don't like asking twice," I reminded her. I dipped my head so that my lips brushed against her neck and Mia's body twitched under mine. I found the sensitive spot and grazed my teeth against it, eliciting a soft groan from her. "So, are you going to answer me?"
Mia struggled against me and I laughed at the effort.
"I'm sure this is some form of coercion."
"Sweetheart, it's cute you think I care about the law."
She bit on her plump bottom lip and looked up at me from under her lashes.
"Tell me," I demanded.
Mia shook her head and I growled. She always made me work for what I wanted. I dropped my hips and rubbed myself between her legs so she could feel how hard I’d become. Stealing a kiss, my tongue found its way into her mouth and as I let go of her hands, Mia pushed them into my hair. When I pushed my bulge against her again, she moaned into the kiss.
We had danced around this for a while. Stolen kisses and touches had been as far as we’d gone, and it had almost killed me to be on my best behavior, unsure of if I would run her off if I pushed my luck.
I broke the kiss and looked down at her. "You can tell me to stop."
"Don't stop," Mia told me. Clearly, we were both done with the silent vow of celibacy.
"I think we should even the playing field," I said. I stripped her out of her t-shirt and shorts so that she lay on the bed in only her underwear.
Mia became aware of the scar on her side and moved her hand down to cover it. I gently moved it away. "Mia, you are beautiful, regardless of the scar."
I guided her hand across my upper arms and chest, so she felt the way the skin changed in places. Years of work decorated my skin and reminded me that there was no place for complacency in my job. Feeling more comfortable, Mia let her hand slip lower down my body until it teased the waistband of my boxers.
We kissed again, a hot, wet rush of tongues. My hands traced along her curves and then slid behind her back to unclasp her bra before getting rid of it. Mia placed kisses my jawline as my hand cupped one of her breasts, thumb rubbing at the nipples until she moaned in my ear.
"Luc." My name was breathy and quiet. Mia nipped at my earlobe and I groaned.
