“I’m not,” he growled. “There’s nothing beautiful about me, Leda. Nothing.”
My hand found his belt. “I disagree.”
A sad smile came to his lips, and I shook off the feeling of foreboding that had settled in my gut. Lucas wasn’t being the flirty comeback guy I grew to know. He was seriously concerned about something. Something he wasn’t ready to tell me.
Something that I was too afraid to ask.
So, I pressed my lips to his, threading one of my hands in his thick, soft hair as the other worked on the waistband of his trousers. To my surprise, Lucas didn’t take over the kiss. Instead, he allowed me to guide him into what would happen next.
He did hiss in my mouth when I finally succeeded in getting his pants undone. My hand reached for his hard cock, and pulled it out into the open.
“Leda,” he breathed against my lips as I traced him lightly. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet,” I murmured, kissing him hard before sliding off his lap onto the floor in front of him. Lucas’s nostrils flared when he realized what I was about to do, but he didn’t stop me. He continued to allow me to touch him however I wanted, with my hands, my mouth, and my body.
I tasted him and he pulled me away from his cock carefully, his hand in my hair.
“Please,” he whispered, his normally hard expression replaced with something that almost bordered on tenderness. “My turn.”
My entire body flushed with heat as I backed away, and Lucas rose from the sofa, pushing me lightly on the shoulders so I would lie on the sofa’s soft cushions. I shuddered as he pulled down the joggers I had on, a curse escaping his lips when he realized I didn’t have any underwear on.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
I knew he could see how wet I was, how I trembled as his hands slid up my calves to my knees before trailing across my thighs. When his lips met my skin, I let out a gentle moan, arching my hips toward him so that he would hurry up and sate the ache begging for release.
When his lips touched my inner thigh, my legs fell open in a silent plea. “That’s it,” Lucas breathed against my mound. “Open for me, my love.”
My love. I couldn’t process the words because his tongue was delving between my folds, and my thoughts scattered. Lucas licked me like I was a feast he had been waiting on all day, stroking my clit with his tongue until I sobbed his name, the pressure almost too intense for me to deal with.
When he inserted his finger, I lost it, my body putty to his touch. I was barely aware of Lucas pulling away from me, shedding his shoes and trousers before sliding between my thighs.
“You are fucking gorgeous like that,” he rasped, his eyes roving over my naked lower half. “Your skin flushed and ready for me to fuck you.”
I squirmed under his intense stare. “Then what are you waiting for, Lucas?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just admiring the view for a little bit longer.”
There was something almost sad about his expression, and I realized I had never seen Lucas like this. “Lucas?”
He shook out of the look, pushed my legs open, and positioned himself. “Let me love you.”
I gasped as he pushed inside me, and a tear came to my eye. This feltright.“Oh,” I breathed. “Lucas.”
My eyes closed, and I was only aware of him inside me. His hands were clenching my hips, but not in the possessive way that I knew him. They felt gentle, like he was holding something delicate. In that singular moment, I felt complete.
This was us. The way Lucas made me feel was everything.
I opened my eyes and found Lucas looking down at me, sweat dotting his forehead as he moved within me slowly, as if he were savoring every moment. One of Lucas’s hands pushed up the sweatshirt to bare my naked breasts, his hand trailing up to touch me. A thrill of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped as I clenched around his cock, angling my hips higher so that he could touch the very core of my body.
“Leda,” Lucas ground out before he crushed his lips against mine and took my breath away.
He picked up the pace as we explored each other’s mouths. Our limbs and bodies tangled into a hot sweaty knot. I reached up to caress him. Bit by bit, his pace became more erratic. He tried to slow down, as if he wanted the moment to last just a little bit longer. But he had already crossed over the edge. A moment later, there was a guttural groan that escaped his perfect mouth. His body slid against mine as he collapsed into me.
I gasped, not from the weight but from the way I felt. From the way we felt.
This was making love.
When Lucas finally rolled off me, I looked up at the ceiling with a stupid grin on my face. I felt like I had just run a marathon. Not physically, but emotionally.