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“Sappy’s good. We deserve to be happy after two years.” I take her hand and kiss it gently. “All I ask is that you give me a chance, Ava.”

“I know.”

But somehow, watching her cheeks flush with heat, I can’t help but think that she’s holding back something important, something without which I can never be truly close to her. Unease dips its chilly finger into my heart, and I will myself to be rational. Don’t get clingy.

I fist my hand into her golden hair and pull her head back for a deep, lush kiss. She obliges, her mouth soft and eager. I take her with my mouth, my tongue, leaving nothing of her untouched. One of her hands digs into my hair while another finds the pierced nipple. My cock hardens, and she turns around and adjusts herself until she’s cradling my dick between her slick folds. I curse under my breath, and she laughs breathlessly against my mouth.

“I love what I can do to your body.” She wraps a hand around the shaft and squeezes.

I groan.

“What I can do for your body,” she adds in a pant.

“Ava.”

I brush my fingers over her sensitive beaded nipples, one after the other. She arches her back, pushing them toward me. My mouth clamps over one, pulling it in deep and hard. Her breasts aren’t the largest I’ve ever seen, but they’re the most sensitive…and sensitivity trumps size any day.

Her breath hitches, and she rocks harder and faster against me. I grip her ass to hold her still. She has no clue how amazing her bare flesh feels against my throbbing dick. Or maybe she does and doesn’t care.

“Condom,” she whispers. “Tell me you have a condom.”

“In my pants pocket,” I say.

She gets out of the tub and bends over to fish it out, treating me to a nice show along the way. I rise out of the water and grab a towel to dry the pertinent part, then help her sheathe me. Her fingers are shaky, but surprisingly dexterous.

“I’m going to be on top,” she says, her voice low and husky.

I pull her in for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. “You can be anywhere as long as you get there soon.”

She pushes me down and positions herself. Her fingers digging into my shoulders, she slips lower…lower…finally taking me deeper inside. The hot muscles contract around my dick, and I thrust, wanting the connection to be deeper, hotter. She throws her head back; the water slaps the edges of the tub around us. I take a rosy nipple into my mouth, and suck hard as she increases her tempo, taking me in, then pulling almost all the way back, determined to drive me out of my fucking mind.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m already out of my mind. I lost it the second I met her.

“Lucas…” Ava pants. “Oh my god…”

Water drops cling to her flushed skin and spikes the dark lashes framing her lust-darkened eyes. She looks fucking amazing as she climbs higher and higher, ready for a blinding climax. I slip a hand between our bodies, find the swollen clit. She cries out, and her fingers dig even harder into my muscles. From the way her pussy contracts around my shaft, I know she’s close.

“Come for me, babe,” I grate out between clenched teeth. “Let me feel you come.”

“Not alone. Together.” Her gorgeous glazed eyes meet mine, and I feel like I’m being sucked into her. “Come with me.”

She could tell me to follow her to hell and I’d say okay. Her body tightens as the orgasm rips through her, her spine arched, her mouth parted in a scream. Nothing could be more beautiful than Ava in climax, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.

I spurt into her hotly, my entire body so tense it feels like I’m made of stone. My hands grasp her tiny waist, holding on as pleasure spirals through me, as sharp and uncontrollable as shrapnel.

When I can breathe again, I pull her close and whisper into her damp hair, “Let’s stay here as long as we can.”

She nods.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Ava

It rains the rest of the weekend, but I don’t mind as we stay cocooned with each other. We turn off our phones and don’t let anything intrude on our time. When Monday rolls around, the rain has finally stopped but it’s still heavily overcast.

My mood is as low as the clouds. I hate leaving the humble bed and breakfast. It’s been such a haven for us—to reconnect and spend time together. I still haven’t told Lucas about Mia. I’m not certain yet what I’ll tell him or how he’ll react, especially after that comment about children being “interesting.” I’m pretty sure he was thinking something other than interesting when he said it.

If it were only me, I would’ve told him by now, but I worry about Darcy and Ray. She miscarried three times, and if anything were to happen to Mia…I don’t know what it would do to her.


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