I pull back and press a hand to my lips in shock. I kissed him.
His face is unreadable—shocked, confused, elated?
It was barely a kiss, but enough to shake the foundation of my new life because kissing Lucas is the closest I’ve felt to home in forever.
His mouth finds mine this time, but his lips are hungry, his tongue hot on my mouth, demanding I open for him. My lips part and our tongues clash as his cock finds my puckered hole and rocks forward.
I gasp as my walls stretch and ache. He swallows the sound on his tongue, his lips soft and tender one moment, hard and bruising the next, distracting me.
His hips rock in gentle waves as I loosen around him until he’s nestled in me where no one else has been before.
“Are you okay?” He pants against my neck.
I nod, unable to find words. I’ve never felt so full, so complete before.
His lips brush over my eyelids and cheeks, making his way down to my mouth and kissing me until my toes curl and my walls clench, ready to combust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Lucas’s pants against my neck, sweat dotting his forehead as he forces himself to go slow.
He rocks back and forth, slowly letting me adjust, but there’s a savageness growing inside me, a distant pulse that promises to be more intense than every other orgasm combined.
I chase it, rocking my hips and urging his on.
I rake my nails down his back, then up my stomach to clutch at my breast.
“Fuck,” Lucas grunts, his cock slamming into me harder than before. “I’m trying to be gentle, but you make me want to ram you hard when you touch yourself.”
The power I have over his restraint is intoxicating.
“Like this?” I pluck at my nipple until it’s pointed and eager for his mouth.
“Or this,” I slip two fingers between my thighs.
“Fuck…”
I arch my hips, forcing his cock to slide even deeper.
He captures my moan on his tongue as his hips rock faster and deeper, and my fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot and making me cry out.
My walls clench as Lucas’s cock throbs, filling me with a part of himself and taking a piece of my heart in exchange.
CHAPTER7
I’m in love with my husband’s best friend.
Memories of the last few years play out in my head, and an unexpected prickle of guilt tightens my chest.
Was my entire marriage a lie?
No. I love… loved Ben. His infidelity wouldn’t have almost crippled me if I didn’t, but the breakdown of our marriage was my fault too.
I let myself get swept up in the romance of building a life with someone before asking myself if he was the right someone.
The right someone wouldn’t have expected me to change my plans and follow his.
Even if Ben didn’t cheat, we wouldn’t have lasted because I wasn’t living my own life.
And I’m in love with his best friend.