Chapter 24 #2
And then his finger was pressing into me and I gasped again, trying to tilt my hips, to move to make him go faster, but he held me firm.
When he started moving, his finger sliding in and out and the heel of his hand pressing into my clit, I decided right then and there that Eloise’s spicy romances would never end up in a fire, because…
“Oh my God.”
The words had meant to stay unsaid, but I couldn’t help it and they fell from my lips in a drawn out, breathy exhale.
Lukas was staring down our bodies to where his hand disappeared beneath the band of my leggings and as it stood, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
He pulled his fingers out, moved up to my clit and rubbed in small circles.
My eyes might’ve rolled into the back of my head.
The tension and pressure was steadily and gloriously building.
Then, he met my gaze and moved his fingers back down and pressed two inside this time and I bucked, the feeling tight but heady and when he started moving—not lazy strokes, but quicker deep ones, I felt it.
The tightening, the heat building and burning down my spine mixing with the stifling heat of the fire in front of us. The sofa underneath cocooned my body, and I was so close. I was panting, gripping his biceps, moving in time to the thrusts of his fingers.
He lowered his face, so that our cheeks were touching and into my ear he whispered, his breath sending more heat and shivers down my spine and I was so very close. I panted.
“Come for me, baby,” he said as his fingers plunged deep and curled, hitting a spot I’d only read about in Eloise’s books.
And then, his lips were on mine as I fell over the edge with a very loud moan that was only quieted by his mouth on mine.
I melted into a puddle on the sofa with Lukas over me, and I felt him pull his fingers out.
I jerked as he brushed over my overly sensitive clit and then I watched as he pulled his hand free and brought it to his mouth.
I watched with heavy lidded eyes as he pressed the two fingers he had inside of me, into his mouth.
I realized I owed Eloise an apology for all the shit I’d ever said about her romance novels, because that move was beyond attractive.
I swallowed hard and fought the desire raging inside of me. Lukas lowered his head back down and rested his forehead against mine. My heart was still racing, my breaths were still a bit quick and I could feel just how affected he was.
He was hard and thick between my legs and the desire burned even hotter so I wiggled, and he hissed a breath.
I was so warm, with need and want and the mix of his body and the heat radiating from the fire.
So when he sat up and moved away, the loss of the heat shocked my system.
I stared down the length of my sprawled body to stare at him through half lidded eyes.
“Come back, you were warm,” I whined.
He chuckled.
“If I come back over there…” He didn’t have to say it, I could see it in his eyes and in his body—my eyes roaming and catching on the evidence.
I grinned. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
And I don’t know if one of the main characters in one of Eloise’s spicy romances possessed me, but I reached out with my foot and pressed into his crotch, rubbing ever so slightly. Lukas gripped my ankle with another hiss and stood up.
I pouted.
“Aimee,” he said.
His voice was a mix between being steeped with longing and exasperation.
“You’re killing me—public indecency be damned, that is not how our first time is going to go.”
And then it dawned on me that Lukas had just gotten me off on a couch, in the very public lounge in The Lodge. Granted it was late, had to be past midnight, but there was no way this place didn’t have security cameras around.
I squeaked and rolled over, hiding my face feeling utterly mortified. The heady lustful feelings had been replaced with panic and embarrassment. I felt Lukas’s hands on my back.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
I rolled over to his arms open and waiting and I latched on, wrapping myself around him, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder. I felt his breath near my ear.
“I loved making you come,” he said, and I shivered, my legs tightening automatically around his waist. “The little sounds you made, the moans of pleasure…” His hands tightened on my ass and pressed me closer to him.
“The way you felt around my fingers…the way you tasted,” he inhaled deeply.
“The smell of whatever vanilla based fragrance you use—it drives me crazy.”
It was funny how our brains seemed to be the same—or on the same wavelength. Because the way he smelled of cinnamon and spices—it was intoxicating, and calming and it made me feel warm and safe.
It wasn’t long before Lukas was depositing me on my bed in a liquid heap.
Eloise eyed us both with a sleepy, but knowing smirk.
She knew me too well, and it was starting to be a problem.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks because she knew something went down, and that paired with the cameras that had to have been watching us.
Lukas leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my lips.
“Good night, Aimee,” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes and all I wanted was to pull him into my bed with me, but that was definitely moving too fast and the brakes definitely needed to be pumped.
“Night Lucy,” I whispered back.
Grinning, he pressed another kiss to my lips before standing up, leaving my slippers on the floor by my bed.
“Night Eloise,” he said—not so quietly.
“Get fucked Lukas, it’s 2:30 in the morning,” she grumbled.
I giggled and Lukas shot me a look and I had to press my legs together to try and ease the heat and pounding that bloomed there.
It was his turn to smirk and he left the room with a click of the door.
“Eloise…’
“I want all the dirty details in the morning. Right now, your ass better go to sleep and stay asleep because I need sleep.”
It didn’t take long for my best friend to drift back off, but I laid there replaying the evening, replaying the feeling of his hands, the way his body felt against mine, how his lips felt trailing down my neck, and just hovering there with little licks and kisses.