“Good’s not enough.” He drove into me again, and I saw tiny stars behind my eyes. “This is not agoodfuck.”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t when his pace did nothing but increase. So I reached for him, bringing him down, fusing our mouths.
His chest rumbled and his thrusts grew deeper, pushing me up the bed. So much that he had to grip my waist.
He moved to his knees, making my back arch with the change in position, but I wanted him even deeper. Faster. Harder. I just wanted… him. His weight. His body. All. Over. Me.
Next thing I knew, those two hands that had been around my waist, pulling me to him, flipped me onto my belly. My cheek rested on top of the covers, my hands fisting them as he slipped back inside me from behind.
“I read you like you were my favorite book, Rosie. Like I’ve memorized you.” He lifted my hips, so we were both on our knees. “Is this deep enough? Am I more than just good now?”
Oh my Lord, he was.
“I’m going to erase from your memory every loser that had you and didn’t deserve you.” One of his hands came around the base of my throat, not exerting delicious gentle pressure like this afternoon, but holding me in place, and the other one returned to my breast, all the while his hips keeping his pace. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Making me whimper with abandon. “That’s it. Now, a little louder.”
I obeyed.
“Vamos, preciosa,”he rasped in my ear, as he moved in and out of me from behind. “Come apart. Come, Rosie. Come all over me and take me straight to heaven.”
He let a hand drop to my clit, rubbing circles with his fingers as he kept thrusting, fucking me just like I’d begged him. “Lucas, I—” I never got to finish that, because Lucas drove briskly into me one more time, and I felt the pulse of his cock inside of me, felt the grunt leave his lips, and I went off with him. Screaming his name one more time. One last time.
His arms snaked around my middle, keeping me flush to him, as he spent himself inside of me and I continued coming all over him.
After a blissful moment, he brushed a kiss on my jaw. Then,without slipping out of me, he guided both our bodies to the bed until we were lying on our sides.
I grabbed on to his arms, because I really, really didn’t want to let go.
A hum left my throat, and his chuckle was easy, happy.
Sighing deeply with contentment I eventually turned in his arms until I was facing him. I studied him, his smile, the creases in the corners of his eyes, the lips I already wanted to kiss again.
“You okay?”
“Never been better.” His mouth grazed mine with a softness that would have brought me to my knees if I hadn’t been lying down. “But it should be me the one asking that question.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.” He placed a kiss on my nose. “Because you deserve to be asked.”
He really was the best man.
“But—”
He stopped me with another kiss, this one on my lips. “Next time, I’ll let you fuck me. You’ll ride me while I watch you move over me,” he said so simply, so matter-of-factly that it made me want to roll him on his back and make him keep his word.
But instead, I asked, “Next time?”
“If you’ll have me.” His lips fell. “I don’t think I can stay away, Rosie. Not now that I’ve tasted you. Not now that I’ve had you. Not when I have only a week to feel you here, against me.”
There were many questions I could have asked right at that moment.
What happens after you leave?
What are we doing?
Do you also feel this powerful, beating force right in the middle of your chest?
But a big part of me didn’t want to hear his answer to any of those questions. I wanted to live in this moment, right here, right now. I wanted to have this onenext timehe was talking about andall the times after that. For as long as I had him. Even if that was only a week. I didn’t want Lucas to have to define what we were or weren’t on top of having to do that with himself after he’d lost so much.