“I believe I mentioned Paris at one time…”
“You were supposed to kidnap me,” I say with a smile, even though I’m wondering about his use of the word “stuck.” “Are you uncomfortable seeing Ray and Darcy again?”
He shrugs. “I don’t think they like me. They probably prefer that I stay away from you.”
“No, they don’t.” I put a hand on his bicep. “The only thing they care about is that I’m happy, and I’m very happy with you.”
A small smile lightens his face. “I can’t possibly make you half as happy as you make me. But my real worry is for them to tell you to ditch me and you doing exactly that.”
“Lucas. I’m an adult now, and I make my own decisions. Really.”
“Okay.” He hands me the last perishable item from the grocery bags. “So, Christmas…?”
“Can we spend it with our families? Please? We can leave immediately after and go wherever you want for New Year’s.”
Lucas’s gaze sharpens. “Anywhere?”
“Yes. Even a racy lingerie factory.”
His head tilts back and he bursts out laughing. “Don’t remind me of the trauma. I never want to see white cotton underwear again.”
“I thought you looked pretty hot in them.”
“Ha! You never saw me in any of them. You kept me naked…and busy.”
I giggle. “I believe our decision on the activity was mutual, and you never once complained.”
“I’m a man of silent perseverance. And an endless hunger for you.” He pulls me closer, his hand at the small of my back. A thick erection presses against me.
All humor leaves me. My senses are replete with him. Need throbs through me, a persistent aching emptiness only he can fill.
My hands clutch his broad shoulders as I raise myself and kiss him. He slants his head, devours me as though he’s starving. It’s like we’ve been apart for months.
Hunger drives us as we pull at each other’s clothes. Lucas’s shirt comes off first, immediately followed by mine. Smooth skin stretches over his well-muscled chest, dark hair springy under my palms. His nipple ring glints in the light, and I can’t resist toying with it. He inhales sharply, and I give him a wicked grin. “I love that thing. It’s so fun.” I flick my thumb over it. “But most of all, I love it that I’m the only one who can touch it.”
“You’re the only one who owns this body. Owns me.”
My bra drops to the floor at my feet. “I know. And you’re the only one who owns my body…and all that I am.” My voice is almost shy. I’ve never thought I was much of anything, but this man… He makes me feel like I’m the center of the world, the axis of his universe. When he looks at me, I feel powerful, beautiful and fulfilled.
“Ava…” He groans. “You slay me.”
I tug at his waistband, and he strips out of his pants and underwear at the same time. I kick off my flats and ditch mine, too.
Fully nude, we look at each other. I don’t try to cover myself—the stark admiration in his gaze says I shouldn’t. And in return, he doesn’t try to cover his scars, for which I’m grateful. Some might see them as flaws, but to me, they’re just part of him and as precious as the smooth skin on his torso and tight butt.
His big cock juts out, the tip glistening. I lick my lips, wanting a taste.
“Don’t,” he warns, his voice raspy.
“Why not?” I say. “I love it when I have you in my mouth and you groan deep like you’re going to die if I stop sucking.”
He almost chokes. “You dirty, dirty girl. Yes, I would like that, but not right now.” He places me on the edge of the breakfast table. “I’ve been thinking about this…”
“This…?”
“Yes.” He slips his hand gently between my legs. I’m indecently soaked, but I keep my thighs relaxed and watch him touching me, my breath shallow.
“Feel how wet you are.” He licks my juices off his fingers. “Do you get wet thinking of what I do to you?”