I met her lips and slid my hand between her legs, my fingers dancing over her clit, hoping to help her relax.
“Lucas…” she moaned as I continued.“You should stop before I…”
“No way, baby, I won’t push you over the edge, not yet,” I said, watching her as she closed her eyes and fisted the sheets.
When she began breathing faster, I stopped rubbing her, lined myself up at her entrance, and slowly inched my way inside her, stopping to allow her to adjust to me before I slid deeper into her.I went back to drawing slow circles over her clit while pushing myself into her as far as I could go; she let out a deep moan, her fingers digging into my back.
I grabbed one pillow, placed it under her hips, and let her legs fall off my shoulders to rest on my forearms.I leaned forward, meeting her lips as I started thrusting in and out of her.The more she moaned, I quickened my pace, sinking deep into her, and when she shouted my name, something inside me knew I didn’t want to let her go.I wanted to claim her, ruin her for anyone else.
I sped up my pace, reached down between us, and stroked her clit as I continued to pound into her.I wanted her to come undone, to remember exactly what it felt like to be with me.I could feel her tighten around me as she screamed my name and dug her nails into my back.
The sound of her moans soon turned to whimpers as I continued to claim her.Before long, I could feel the build of my release at the base of my spine and knew I couldn’t hold off.Three more deep pumps were all it took for me to let go.
Chapter Five
Ella
I was sowarm and cozy; I didn’t want to move, but my head was pounding.I needed some headache tablets badly, so I slowly opened my eyes.My vision was blurry.
I wiped my eyes, the dark room becoming clearer.I lay there staring at the wall, wondering where my suitcase had gone.I was certain I’d left it on this side of the bed.I blinked, rubbing my eyes again, it was too early to worry about it.I just needed those tablets.
I pushed myself up off the mattress, the room spinning out of control, and I lay back down and closed my eyes.That was when I felt the bed move and something touch my leg, and then I heard a man snoring.I swallowed hard as I carefully lifted my head from the pillow and looked to my right.
“What the hell?”I muttered to myself, panic filling me and pain shooting through my temples.
Lucas lay there, sound asleep beside me, his hand on his bare stomach.As I stared at him, all I could think about was last night and what I’d been thinking.I was only here to do the guy a favour; to convince his family he had a girlfriend.I certainly wasn’t here to get back together with him.
Careful not to wake him, I rolled over, and that was when I felt the ache in my body.A very unfamiliar, yet familiar, ache, one I hadn’t felt in a long time.Five years, to be exact.
I lifted the covers and slipped out from under them, throwing on the first thing I saw before I slipped from the room as quietly as I could.I made my way across the common area and into my room, where I immediately flopped down on the bed and buried my face in my hands.
I wasn’t supposed to sleep with him.What the hell was I doing?
It had taken me two years to get over him.The tears I’d shed then had almost bled me dry.I could hear my father now, giving me the responsibility lecture, again.In fact, I could hear him say more things than that, especially since he’d made it so incredibly clear that I wasn’t supposed to get involved with any of his players.While I was certain he hadn’t included Lucas in that bunch, I didn’t want to find out either.
I knew that rule had only been for me, otherwise Aurora and Lorelai might not be working for the Dominators.While Daddy had mentioned Lucas and I dating again recently, I knew he’d hated seeing me hurting during our breakup and had threatened to kill him on more than one occasion.As a matter of fact, it surprised me he hadn’t immediately traded Lucas when he took over the Dominators, especially when I started working for him.
I got up off the bed, determined that this could be fixed with a quick conversation and a promise to him and myself not to cross that fine line again.I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and then climbed in under the hot spray, washing away the events of last night—and hopefully the ache in my body—but it did little good.
When I finally stepped out of the shower, the only thoughts on my mind were from last night.Where his hands had touched and probed my body.Where and how he’d kissed me, and how many times I’d screamed his name while my legs had been wrapped around his back, arms, and very last, his head.
I dried my hair with my towel and then looked at myself in the mirror.My cheeks and chest were pink the more I thought of last night.Without thinking hard, I could still feel him inside of me, how he’d taken his time, how he’d stretched and filled me so full it actually hurt but felt so good at the same time.I hadn’t wanted it to end.
I dropped the towel to the floor and grabbed the shirt I’d had on before I’d gotten in the shower.As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized it was one of his shirts I’d grabbed by mistake.I took a moment, bringing the material up to my nose, and closed my eyes as I inhaled the scent of him, remembering how it felt to be held in his arms.
“Stop it, Ella,” I murmured to myself.“Don’t you dare travel back down that trail of memories.It will only provide you with a world of hurt.”
I ran into the bedroom, quickly stripped the shirt off me, and got dressed in my own clothes, before heading back into the bathroom to dry and style my hair and put on my makeup.The moment I finished, I tiptoed out into the common area and threw his shirt down on the back of the couch.I then made my way into the small kitchen area and stopped dead in my tracks.
Lucas stood in the kitchen, his back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.Immediately, my eyes went from his wide shoulders, muscular back, down to his perfect ass, then back up to the mop of messy curls I’d loved running my fingers through last night.
I let out a sigh as my eyes ran down his body once again, noticing his muscles flexing in his forearms as he lifted the coffeepot—
“Are you going to say something, or just stand there?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice, my eyes instantly falling to the floor in case he spun around and caught me looking at him.
“Morning,” I squeaked.
