I could have this.
It wasn’t going to change what I’d had—but I was adding it to the new life I was creating for myself, a life I was allowed to have.
Lucas kissed my belly, and his fingers curled into the elastic of my underwear at each hip—he paused, watching me, meeting my eyes.
I bit my lip and lifted my butt off the mattress, an invitation. I kept my eyes on his, nervous and afraid and exhilarated.
He tugged my last scrap of clothing down my thighs, and off. And then I was fully bared, naked for him, and his eyes raked over me, from my eyes to my breasts to my sex, and his chest swelled and his shoulders lifted and tensed.
“Jesus, Liv. So fuckin’ gorgeous.” He knelt over me, hands running across my stomach, over my hips. He licked his lips and hesitated, hands gripping my hipbones. “I want to touch you.”
My heart hammered in my chest, my pulse loud in my ears. I wanted his touch. I couldn’t say it, couldn’t find the words, so I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. My eyes never left his, and I knew he saw that I was scared; I guided his hand back down my body, my fingers over his as his palm skated down over my breasts and belly to my sex.
I left his hand there, ran my palms over his arm, clutching his bicep, breathless as he touched me intimately for the first time. I gasped, a shrill soft sound, as his finger trailed over my seam. Whimpered as he slid his fingertip inside me. I lifted my hips and whined in my throat when his fingers found my clitoris. I watched my hips flex under his touch, let my voice rise. He kissed my breast, suckled my nipples, one and the other in turn, as his fingers circled me.
I cried out—or, very simply, just cried as he touched me with tender and loving perfection, as if he knew me intimately already, touched me as if he knew exactly how to bring the most pleasure.
My stomach curved in, my hips pushed up, my back arched, my eyes closed involuntarily, and I clutched at Lucas, wherever my hands could find his skin. Heat billowed inside me, a pressure building madly in my core, expanding through me until I felt like even the tips of my fingers and toes were near detonation.
And then his finger slid deeper into me, and another when I accepted the first with a gasp and flex of my hips. In and out. Then a thumb or his palm or something was grinding against my sensitive, throbbing clit.
“Oh god, Lucas—oh god!” I heard my voice crying in a loud, breathless shriek. “Yes, god yes!”
His mouth moved from breast to breast, back and forth, keeping my nipples wet and hard, his tongue flicking. I grabbed at him—where? Hips, shoulders, buttocks.
I needed his flesh. Needed him with my whole being.
I felt the madness in myself, the wild need for all I could get, all I could feel and hold and touch and taste as he brought me to a screaming climax.
I forgot about touching him for a split second—the exploding scream inside me took over everything, a blast of wild ecstasy shredding me apart under his fingers and mouth.
When the crashing waves of climax subsided, I was sweating and shaking and smiling and laughing. “Oh god, Lucas,” I breathed. “God, thank you.”
He kissed my lips gently. “You’re even more gorgeous when you’re coming, Liv. Didn’t know that was even possible.”
“I don’t know that I’ve ever felt anything like that in my life.” The stab of emotion came and went, and I let it go.
“You okay?”
“More than okay.” I grinned up at him, eager and desperate for what was next, for more. “So much more than just okay.”
I rolled into him, nuzzled against him. Whispered in his ear. “My turn.”
15
Lucas
I foundmyself on my back, an erection throbbing so hard underneath my underwear that it hurt like hell. Liv was rolling toward me, moving to her hands and knees, and then kneeling beside me. Leaning over me, small, firm, soft breasts sliding against my chest, peaked nipples brushing my skin. Naked body curved like a goddess, eyes shining, sweat dotted here and there, a need in her eyes and a wildness in her that made me crazy, made me understand that I hadn’t just fallen for her, that I didn’t just care about her—I fucking loved her.
“Liv,” I whispered.
She touched my lips. “Just…sssshhhh. I know—I know.”
She saw it.
I saw it in her, and I knew that we weren’t ready to exchange those words, but each of us knowing they existed was enough, for the moment.
She bit her lower lip and raked her gaze over my prone body, tracing her fingers down my chest and over my ribs, over my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. She curled her fingers in the elastic, hooking the underwear…tugging them down.
