Page 41 of A Very Bumpy Christmas
His tongue matches mine, and his grip on me tightens. I lean into him, wanting more than anything to have this man once again. To be able to feel him inside me. One more time. Even if it’s only for tonight. Even if it’s just this once.
I need him and my body recognizes his. Like it remembers as well as I do. That one night that changed everything.
I don’t feel sexy at all, but the way Lucas stares at me makes me question if he’s seeing me differently right now. “I feel ugly,” I tell him, my hormones a complete mess.
Lucas only gazes at me, his mouth hanging slightly open as he sucks in a breath. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His hand roams over my body, across my belly, between the middle of my thighs.
My breath hitches. “Are you sure?” I ask him, because like I said… I donotfeel sexy right now.
But then… I look into Lucas’s eyes. I see the want swimming behind his irises. The way his breath hitches, matching mine. Is he as turned on as I am?
“I’ve never been more sure in my whole fucking life, Mel.” And then he kisses me.
Again.
And it’s so naughty that it pushes every thought about babies, pregnancy, hormones completely out of my mind. The only thing left is pure lust.
He slides my yoga pants down my legs, and I help him by kicking out of them. He tosses them onto the floor, and then smiles up at me. “You’re feisty.” His smile grows. “I love it.”
“It’s been a long time,” I say, and then my thoughts crash. Has he been with anyone since me?
He must be able to read my mind because he stalls, his eyes growing serious. “It’s been the same amount of time for me too.”
My sigh of relief is so loud we both start laughing a little. “I haven’t wanted anyone else,” I tell him.
He cradles my face with his hands. “I haven’t wanted anyone but you since the first moment I saw you stranded on the side of the road. There’s no way I could have drove on by without stopping.”
My face heats. “I want you, Lucas,” I whisper, and I don’t mean sexually. Well, I do, but it’s so much more than that. I want this man by my side forever. I want him raising my baby with me.Ourbaby.
His eyes search mine, and then he leans in slowly and kisses me. This kiss is so different. There’s everything we both want to say to one another without all the words.
He removes the rest of my clothing as reverently as he can. Like he’s worshipping me. Like he’s never seen anything so sacred.
He kisses all over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. He undresses himself like he’s trying to beat the high score in Pac-Man.
He positions himself between my legs, fisting his dick with one hand. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Mel.”
“You have me,” I tell him, meaning it deep down into my soul.
He slides into me, and our eyes connect. “You feel better than I remember.” He keeps pushing as he rests his forehead against mine. Our breaths intermingle, and I lean in to kiss him once more.
I can’t get enough of his lips. I could kiss him forever. But that may not be in the cards for me, so I'm going to take advantage while I can.
He keeps moving inside me, making me forget my own name. I squeeze my eyes shut as we continue to breathe each other’s air.Stars line my vision as I move in rhythm with him. My heartbeat kicks up as my orgasm slowly crests over the horizon.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, my body heating up all over the closer and closer I get to my release.
“Me too, Melanie.” He picks up speed, bucking his body against mine.
I hold onto him, never wanting to let him go. “Oh, Lucas," I whisper as my orgasm crashes down all around me.
He chases my orgasm with his own. “You own me so good,” he says as he empties himself into me.
We hold each other close, our bodies trying desperately to catch up. As soon as we’ve calmed, he moves like a man on a stealth mission, cleaning me up and making sure I get my sleep clothes back on.
We lie together, my head resting on his chest as I draw lazy circles along his hardened abs.
“You okay?” he asks me.
