Now they held the path of his life, the brutality that he had endured, and as I traced some of them, Lucas closed his eyes. “What are you doing to me?” he rasped.
“Shh,” I replied against his skin, moving my lips over a particularly deep scar on his side. He fell silent as I slid my hands over his broad shoulders, marveling at the way his muscles tightened under my touch. When my fingers trailed down his abdomen, Lucas’s eyes flew open. “I don’t want pity sex,” he said harshly, stilling my hands on his belt. “I don’t need for you to do this, Leda.”
I rolled my eyes. Had he not heard a word I said earlier? “You know I could already have your cock in my mouth if you would quit interrupting me.”
Lucas’s nostrils flared. “You have a dirty mouth.”
I gave him a flirty smile, cupping him through his jeans. “And it could be dirtier. Is that what you want, Lucas? Do you want me to be dirty?”
“No,” he rasped, pressing his bulge into my hand. “I want you to be mine.”
My heart doubled in size. “I’m already yours,” I told him. “I will always be yours.”
His lips claimed mine swiftly, and suddenly Lucas was back in control, pressing me against the desk. I tried to tear my lips away from his, but his hands framed my face, and his lips gentled. It wasn’t a kiss of passion but one of aching tenderness that brought tears to my eyes.
“I need you,” he mumbled against my lips, tugging on my joggers. “I need you now, Leda.”
I pulled back to look at him, giving him a small smile. “Then take me, Lucas.”
His expression was still hard as stone, but Lucas worked quickly on getting my pants off, exposing my sex to his eyes. I watched as he worked on his jeans, his cock falling out, proud and erect. Heaven help me, my body flushed with desire, wanting to feel him buried deep inside. Lucas moved between my legs and slid me onto the desk, sweeping to the floor anything that had been on the top. The wood was cold on my ass, but I slid near the edge anyway, waiting with bated breath for him to enter me.
Lucas didn’t, instead bracing his hands on either side of my body. “You give me hope,” he said softly, tenderness flooding his expression. “Even after what you have heard.”
“My feelings haven’t changed,” I finished for him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Lucas.”
He pushed into me, filling me to my core, and I arched against him, desperately wanting to have him all around me. My fingers grabbed at his arms, scratching him with my nails, and he picked up a slow, leisurely pace as if he was trying to torture me. “Lucas,” I moaned, feeling the pressure start to build. “Oh God.”
“Let it go,” he growled, pulling nearly every delicious inch out before slamming it in again. “Give yourself to me.”
The orgasm came hard and fast, my cries shattering the silence. Lucas muttered something that I couldn’t make out, but his pace quickened, and I clung to him, my own body responding in kind, the desk rattling under me.
He brought me to another orgasm before he let go himself, shouting my name as he did so.
I collapsed on the desk, my body sated and my heart, well, it was full, full of love for Lucas. He had told me what was likely his worst secret, the one he wouldn’t want anyone to know, but he had told me anyway.
When he pulled out, I gasped at the sensation. “Are you all right?” Lucas asked abruptly.
“I’m fine,” I told him, sliding off the desk and finding my pants. “I'm just a little sore.”
Lucas tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving his chest bare. “Leda, I—”
I pressed my finger to his lips, startling him. “When I leave this study, I will never breathe a word about what you told me. Your secret is safe with me.”
“I don’t fucking care about my secret,” he shot back, pulling me against him. “What I want to know is that you aren’t going to run the moment you are out of this study.”
His words nearly broke me. He still expected me to run because of his past. I laid my head on his broad chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart in my ear. “I’m not going anywhere, Lucas. I swear it.”
His hold on me tightened, not in a painful way but almost like he was holding fragile glass. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you called Nico,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. “He will help. You will see.”
Lucas’s chest rumbled. “I’m more worried about him putting a bullet through my brain.”
I smirked, only because Lucas had a valid reason to be worried. It would only take one look, however, for my brother to see that I was madly in love with him. “Come upstairs with me,” I said instead. “Come upstairs and spend the day with me, Lucas.”
He rested his chin on top of my head, letting out a slow sigh. “I have to plan for your brother’s arrival.”
Okay. Well, I could understand that. I pulled back, and Lucas brushed the hair out of my face, gazing down at me.