He pulled her towards the light. The sleeve of her dress was too tight to roll up, so she moved it carefully from her collarbone. The top of her arm was swollen and sore. Lucas touched it lightly. A shiver drifted through her body.
‘How did you do this?’
‘At Eric’s, I think. And then I fell again by the door.’ Willow tried to keep her tone light. ‘It’s alright.’
‘I don’t think it’s broken, but you may have strained a ligament or something.’
She nodded, trying to ignore how it felt to have Lucas so close to her again. His touch was so gentle. She tried not to shiver as his fingers moved down her arm, checking, stroking.
He released her slowly. She heard the sigh escape her body. She reached out, touching the bracelet that danced on his arm.
‘This was always so special. I remember the day you got it.’
‘You were there from the beginning,’ he whispered. ‘Always by my side. I felt empty without you.’
She blinked back tears. ‘I was empty too. I didn’t realize it – but I always missed you. It was like there was an ache inside me that never went away …’
‘Willow,’ he breathed. ‘Willow, if only …’
‘If only what?’ she whispered back.
‘I can’t.’ His voice was cracking. ‘Willow, I can’t do this …’
But she didn’t want to hear anything more from him. She didn’t care about the pain. All she wanted was those hands on her body again. Without thinking about it, she moved towards him, pressing herself against his still-damp body, urging him to respond.
‘Yes, you can, Lucas. You can,’ she breathed.
He was so firm, so strong. She could feel his well-defined muscles under his wet shirt. She traced the outlines delicately. He felt so good. Her body melted against his.
Oh God, he felt amazing.
‘Willow …’ he whispered again.
‘Don’t,’ she replied hoarsely. ‘Don’t talk.’
Her mouth was on his, wet and demanding. He didn’t resist. He moved against her, pressing her up against the wall. She groaned as his tongue slipped in to meet hers. He tasted so sweet.
Lucas tugged on her dress, and she obliged, pulling it over her head with her good arm. Lucas moved down her neck, kissing and licking – exploring and teasing as she wiggled and moaned against him. He released her breasts and she gasped.
‘Are you sure …?’ he asked gently, his fingers stroking her.
‘Yes,’ she panted. ‘Yes, I’m sure.’
She had never been more certain.
He chuckled softly and then moved down, sucking her nipples greedily. His hands continued to stroke and caress. He gently eased her underwear down. She knew she was wet and ready for him, but she still gasped when his fingers slipped between her legs. He moaned softly again, moving expertly against her warmth, and sliding them inside her so fast it made her cry out loud.
This was better than she ever imagined. Her body felt like it might explode.
She tugged on his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his chest was revealed. The muscles weren’t lying; they gleamed in the soft light. Willow’s gaze drifted to his waist and that sexy little area where his body dipped in. She tugged at his pants, pulling his belt and finally, releasing him. His cock was rock hard and ready. She reached out and stroked the head, making Lucas whimper with pleasure.
She touched his lips, teasing him. They needed to be quiet. They were only feet away from sleeping bodies.
He bit at her fingers, his eyes glinting in the shadows.
‘You don’t know how long …’ he whispered.
‘Oh, I know,’ she panted back. ‘It’s been far too long.’
