I wanted him to do just that. Lucas leaned forward and I placed my fingers in his thick hair, guiding him to my core. The moment his tongue touched me, I moaned his name, urging him on. I was already so close to my own orgasm, and the delicious rasp of his tongue against my swollen clit nearly drove me wild. “Lucas.”
He took his time, but when the orgasm finally hit, I cried out, thunder echoing in the distance. Lucas held me tightly against his mouth, tasting my release until there was nothing left. Only then did he get onto his feet, his mouth shiny. “Fuck, you taste good,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face. I reached for his cock, and he hissed, his eyes turning hard as sapphires. “Careful. It’s a loaded gun.”
“A loaded gun that I want,” I said, pushing him toward the blanket on the ground. “I want on top.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lucas grinned as he sat on the blanket. “Whatever you want.”
My own grin was feral as I straddled him, letting his cock rest against my wet entrance. “It’s so beautiful,” I whispered as I touched the head, tracing the thick vein that ran along the back.
Lucas swallowed, and it jumped under my touch. “I hate that I have sullied you with it.”
Surprised, I met his gaze and saw shame there. “What do you mean? Because of all the ones you had to…”
He nodded, looking away. “It’s not perfect, Leda. I should never have done the things I have done to you.”
To me. Not with me. What he had forgotten was that I was a willing participant. He could have had sex with everyone in the city, and I wouldn’t have cared.
Now he and his cock were mine, and I hoped to be the last person that ever touched him like this, that gave him pleasure.
He was it for me.
So, I showed him what I thought about his past, rising up until he was seated fully inside me. Lucas groaned and I leaned down, brushing my lips over his. “It doesn’t matter,” I told him, hoping that he heard the finality in my voice. “What we do now matters, and it’s perfect.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
I smiled as I pulled back, rocking against him. “No, you don’t.”
Lucas’s hand found my clit and I came to a furious release, flooding his cock with a cry. Lucas arched his hips, and we rode together in sync, our bodies moving to the tune of the thunder and lightning all around. I wasn’t cold but on fire for what he did to me, how he made me feel.
This was perfect. This was heaven.
This was all we needed.
“Leda.”
I looked down at Lucas and swore I saw love in his eyes, love that he mentioned sparingly, but I wasn’t so sure he felt yet. It was okay. I didn’t need him to feel it right now. Now that I knew his past, I knew it was going to take Lucas some time to feel it, and I was okay with it.
But that wasn’t going to stop me from telling him. He came up to meet me halfway, and I pressed my lips to the side of his neck. “I love you,” I told him as he drilled into me. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“Fuck, Leda,” he breathed, his hand sliding down my spine. “What you do to me.”
“I know,” I rasped, clinging to his shoulders. “I know.”
He crushed me to his chest and in a few short strokes, he was pouring into me, triggering another orgasm in its wake. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, thinking of what we had just done and the feelings that had locked in for me at least. I wanted to give him everything that he deserved.
“That was unexpected,” he said a moment later, still holding onto me.
I laughed. “Unexpected?”
I felt his smile against my shoulder. “I thought I was going to have to work harder to get your clothes off you today.”
I pulled back and swatted at his shoulder, glad to see the relaxed look on his face for once. “I might have gone easy on you this time around.”
His smile faded. “I don’t want to leave.”
I didn’t either. Out here, we could pretend that we were nothing but a pair of lovers looking for a fun time. There wasn’t any sort of Mafia drama hanging over our heads or a past that neither of us wanted to go back to. I could pretend that I had met Lucas at the bar, and he had taken me home for some delicious one-night sex that had turned into something more.
We could pretend. “We are out of champagne,” I said lightly. “So, we might need to go back to the house.”