My back arched involuntarily as I pinched my nipple. “And then?”
His breathing grew heavier. “I would taste you, nice and slow. Hold your thighs apart while you try to grind against my face.”
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I squeaked out. “I want to take you deep then suck you off.”
“Motherfucker, babe. I’m close.” His hand slowed. “I want this to last.”
I giggled. “Imagine my tongue running over your balls.”
“Holy fuck,” he belted out.
I moaned softly, my fingers moving faster as all the dirty talk had me reaching that feeling that took me over the edge.
“Are you close?” Lucas asked, his own movements becoming more urgent.
“Yes.” The tension coiled tighter.
“Come with me, Midnight.”
The sound of my nickname and his heavy breathing along with the sight of him had me flying into outer space.
His hand stilled on the upward stroke as he gained his release, grunting.
Several moments passed as we came back down to reality.
“Give me a second,” he said then disappeared.
I lay there, my muscles loose, my heart happy, and I was ready for sleep.
“That was fantastic,” he said, his face flushed. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
“In a text, but I want to hear it.” I snuggled under the covers.
“Love you, Midnight. So freaking much that I can’t breathe sometimes.”
“The feeling is mutual, Hellion.”
Several seconds of silence passed before he asked, “Have you decided on dinner with my mom?”
I yawned. “I’ll go.”
“Thank you. You’re going to love her,” Lucas said, excitement evident in his tone.
I was an expert at handling my mom, but dealing with someone else’s mother? I wasn’t so confident.
23
Mazzie
My legs were shaky as I stepped out of Lucas’s truck. I took in the sprawling ranch-style house with its wraparound porch and rocking chairs that looked perfect for a relaxing night with a glass of sweet tea. Nothing was relaxing about meeting Lucas’s mom, though. I was definitely having second thoughts, thinking it was way too soon to meet the parents. Then again, I’d kind of met his father already. At least Mr. Allen had come to my rescue. Mrs. Allen might be pushing me off a cliff.
The neighborhood felt worlds away from Lakemont—wide lots with plenty of breathing room, a hint of smoky barbecue drifting in the air from someone’s backyard, and a dog barking in the distance.
Lucas rounded the hood of his truck. “You were supposed to let me open your door.”
“I am a big girl,” I teased, smoothing my damp palms down my short skirt that Bailey had let me borrow.
He held out his hand. “So what? My job is to treat you like a queen.”
