I turned in his arms and pressed my lips against his, letting my emotions pour out of me. With the warmth of the shower at my back, I allowed my lips to drift to his jawline. “I like this look,” I told him, my fingers brushing over the scruff there.
“Then I will keep it,” he answered, pressing his forehead to mine. There was a slight tremor in his voice, as if he knew what this meant between us and that it could be the last time we had this time together. “I will do anything to make you happy.”
I let out a little laugh. “Then I want a huge-ass burger and fries for supper.”
“Done,” he grinned.
My hands drifted down the front of his chest, over his strong pecs and down further to his abdomen, where the muscles rippled under my touch. “What are you doing, Leda?” Lucas asked as my hand drifted lower.
I looked up, the emotion in his eyes nearly taking my breath away. “I’m going to love you, Lucas.”
My name came out as a whispered prayer as I sank to the tiled floor, leveling myself with his cock as it jutted out proudly from his body. When I touched the tip with my finger, he shuddered. “When you do that,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t think.”
“What about when I do this?” I asked before covering him with my mouth.
“Fuck,” Lucas swore, his hands in my hair.
I traced him with my tongue, applying pressure like I knew he enjoyed and working him with both my hand and my mouth until he was pulling me away, his chest heaving. “Please,” he begged, keeping me away. “I want to be inside you, Leda.”
I wasn’t going to fight him this time. Lucas helped me off the floor, and I positioned myself against the wall, giving him my ass instead so that he could take me from behind. “Then take me, Lucas.”
His hands found my hips, and he guided himself in until he couldn’t go any further. My entire body clenched around him, and I moaned his name, shifting my hips so that he would move even more. I wanted to feel him move inside me.
I wanted him to make me forget who I was, to feel every intense emotion that this time between us was going to bring.
“Leda,” Lucas breathed, starting a slow rhythm himself. “Come for me, my love.”
Love. That was what I was feeling. I was surrounded in love, coming from an unlikely source, but he was mine, and I wasn’t going to relinquish him.
When the orgasm hit, I didn’t pull away, clenching him tightly as I cried out his name. He was the only man who would ever make me feel like this.
Lucas picked up his speed and then he was calling out my name as he poured into me, his fingers digging into the flesh at my hips. For a moment, we stayed connected like that, the warm water pouring over us. “Damn,” Lucas replied, easing out of me. “It gets me every single time.”
My legs were wobbly as I turned to face him, leaning against the wall I had just been balanced against. “What?”
“You,” he simply said. “You take a piece of my soul every single time.”
My heart melted. “I don’t want this to end.”
Lucas picked up the washcloth, pouring some soap into it. “It won’t, Leda. I swear it. Now let me wash you.”
So, I did. Lucas’s hands moved across my skin, then he sank his hands in my hair, soaping it up as well. I let his fingers graze my scalp, sighing. “That feels amazing.”
“Then I have another position, it seems, if this don thing doesn’t work out,” he joked as he helped me get the soap out of my long tresses.
Then it was my turn. When Lucas started to soap up his body, I removed it from his hands. “Now it’s my turn.”
Lucas didn’t say anything, allowing me to slide the washcloth across his chest, paying extra attention to the numerous scars that dotted his skin. “You’re beautiful.”
His laugh was harsh. “I think you need glasses.”
Shaking my head, I swiped the cloth over his abdomen. “No, you are. It’s not because of your body, but also because you have endured so much, Lucas. How can you not look at yourself and see that?”
His finger tipped my chin upward until I met his eyes. “In your eyes, I do see it, Leda.”
My throat worked. We had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, but one thing was for certain. I had to come back to him. I had to survive so that this broken man could feel my love. I wasn’t a cheesy love song. I was in love with him. I wanted a future with him, and not even the threats of my father should stop me from having it all.
After bathing, we helped each other towel off and fell into the bed together, pressed up against each other. “I don’t want to go to sleep,” I told Lucas, feeling his hands cradling my baby bump. “I don’t want to have this night end.”