Page 46 of A Very Bumpy Christmas
A ridiculous sound leaves my throat—half sob, half laugh. “Ask me, don’t assume,” I remind him.
“Right,” he agrees. “I’ll ask. In daylight. With coffee. Not at midnight.”
The baby drums once under his hand. We both listen, grinning like conspirators. He kisses my hairline and his voice goes softer than I’ve ever heard it. “Slow yes,” he says again, like a benediction.
“Slow yes,” I whisper.
He kisses me passionately, and I melt into him, remembering the way he’s so present with me. So always in tune with all things Melanie. I’ve never had anyone pay this much attention to me in my life.
Is this love? I think it might be, and my body hums with nerves and excitement. With the longing to have his hands on me one more time. With the possibility to let myself hope and live here in this moment between us.
He keeps kissing me, our tongues dancing together. My body grows needy, and Lucas groans into my mouth. “I need you, Mel.”
I smile, loving the fact that I’m the reason of this man’s undoing. “I need you too.”
His eyes catch mine, and he gives me that smile that lands somewhere deep inside my chest. If I’m not careful I'll blurt out three tiny words to this man. And mean them. But we’re nowhere near there.
His hand roams over my hip, and lands right between my legs. He runs his fingers over my clothing, but I still feel him exactly where I need him.
“Please,” I moan.
He repositions our bodies so he’s behind me. He slides my yoga pants and panties down my legs. “I need to be inside you. Deep,deepinside you.”
My body’s on fire. “I need it too.”
Once he’s got me completely undressed he takes seconds to remove his clothing, and I nearly laugh at how determined he is.
He lays back down behind me, and runs a hand through my hair. “I love your hair. So long and silky. You’ve got great hair, Mel.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “You’ve got great everything,” I say like a lovestruck teenager. But I actually mean it. He is just so…great.
He presses his hard length against my backside, and groans as he fists his hand in my hair. “I think about that night we shared in Denver all the time. I tried calling because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Tears spring to my eyes. Stupid hormones. “I obviously couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I say with a tiny laugh.
He slips a hand between my legs, his fingers running through my wetness. “I’ve thought about you so damn much, Melanie. Something happened that night.” He strokes my clit with his fingers, making my body vibrate with madness.
I want to agree. Because something definitely happened that night. Not only did we create another life, we created something deeper between the two of us. He positions himself directly behind me, easing into me like he’s sliding home.
We move together, creating our own rhythm, his hands controlling the speed. He whispers my name like a prayer, and he toys with my clit as he continues to pump himself inside me.
“Melanie,” he groans out, and I swear I feel like he wants to say more.
Maybe it’s something deep in my own chest, because seriously, I’m ready to profess my love for this man. This protective man. This man who’ll be the greatest father to my child.
I just know it.
He continues to move inside me, my body growing deliciously close to coming undone. I can tell he’s close too. He groans and thrusts his hips a bit harder. He keeps playing with my clit, like a man on a mission.
“Oh, Lucas,” I shout out when the sensations are a bit too much. “I’m coming,” I tell him.
He grips me tighter, his own release chasing after mine. He kisses my shoulder as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.
“I won’t be able to let you go,” he whispers, and honestly I hope he means it.
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Lucas
