Chapter 15 #2
But I can’t, and when I don’t give him an answer, he groans before his mouth is back on mine and he’s pushing through my bedroom door, slamming it shut with his foot.
He pulls his mouth from mine to trail it down my neck.
His tongue laps at the droplets of water still on my skin, drawing them into his mouth greedily, and I have to tamp down the whimper that escapes me.
My hands move to his own hair as his mouth continues to trail a blaze across my skin.
When he reaches where my towel is secured at my chest he stops, eyeing me through lust-filled eyes and I’m suddenly self-conscious.
I’ve never let anyone else into my body besides Lucas.
“You can trust me, Thea.” His voice is thick with desire and I know he’s having to restrain himself.
I shake my head. “It’s not…it’s not that. My body, it isn’t—nobody has seen it since I gave birth to Hallie. It isn’t the same.”
“Don’t. You’re perfect the way you are, Thea. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you and nothing is ever going to change that. I want you. All of you.” There’s no shame in his gaze, only a patient disposition.
“I can’t.” My voice cracks when the words leave my lips.
He straightens for a moment, hand cupping my cheek as he studies me. “Please, don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful, Thea. I’ve never wanted anyone else.”
And it’s in those words, that I find solace, but I’m still unable to find my own voice.
“Tell me you want this.” His demand is firm yet gentle.
So I nod, heart racing and body aching for him.
He tosses his head back to look at the ceiling briefly, inhaling deeply.
“Thank fuck.” His fingers coax the edge of my towel away from my hands, letting it fall to the floor and leaving me completely bare in front of him.
His gaze appreciatively drinks me in as he runs a hand through his blond locks, shaking his head.
“What? Is something wrong?” I ask, wondering if he changed his mind.
“Yes.”
Oh.
I reach down to grab my towel again but he snatches my wrists in his. “Because you have the power to destroy me completely.”
Oh.
And then his lips are back on mine, my wrists still ensnared in his grip as he backs me up to the edge of my bed.
When my knees collide with the mattress, I fall backward and he follows me, pinning my wrists above my head as he trails kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, and then my chest. When he reaches my stomach, he takes his time, kissing along my stretch marks before he turns his attention to my inner thighs.
He releases my wrists and I reach down to grasp his hair again but he stops me with his command.
“Keep them at your sides.” I want to ask him why, but he starts nipping at my flesh, driving me crazy as he gets close to my center but doesn’t quite reach it.
Out of sheer frustration, my hands reach for him again and he stops.
“Thea.” I groan, but drop them back to my sides.
“Good girl.” In the next moment, his mouth finds my clit as he sucks it into his mouth, causing my back to arch off of the bed, and I fight my instincts to grab hold and keep him there.
His tongue attacks my sensitive flesh as he slips a single finger inside of me, curling it just enough to make me cry out.
The sound of my pleasure must drive his dedication to my pussy further because he adds another finger and eats me like a man starved.
My orgasm crests as he works me with precision and I detonate into his mouth, my thighs clenched around his head until I come down from my high.
He licks me all the way through it before standing up and ridding himself of his pants and boxers.
His engorged cock springs free with the motion, precum leaking from the tip, and my mouth parts as I take his naked glory in.
He’s fucking stunning. My eyes trail from his powerful thighs to chiseled muscles that make each ab prominent, leading to the deep V and patch of hair that trails down.
I swear I’ve never seen a more beautiful man.
He approaches me slowly, encouraging me to scoot farther back on the bed before bracing himself over me, each arm positioned on either side of my head. “Are you on birth control?”
Nodding slowly, my eyes rake down his form when I feel him nudge my entrance. “I went back on it as soon as I could. IUD.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” His words come out in a strained breath that causes me to shift, trying to increase friction.
My eyes widen when I realize that he wants to do this without a condom and he must see the question written on my face because he continues, “There hasn’t been anyone else in a long time and I got tested recently. I’m clean.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How recently?”
“The first week you were back.”
“That’s awfully ambitious of you,” I tease as he starts trailing more kisses along my jaw.
He peppers several more before he starts inching into me, pulling another gasp from my lips in surprise.
The stretch hurts gloriously. “Call it...wishful thinking,” he murmurs against my skin.
He adjusts his hands, where one is positioned on my hip and the other is holding himself up over me.
His grip tightens as he sinks in deeper—so slow I think I might die.
I understand he’s trying to give me time to adjust to his girth, but the pain slowly gives way to pleasure with each roll of his hips that takes him just a little bit deeper.
I grasp his shoulders as he moves, my grip tightening as he seats himself inside of me fully.
He pauses again, both of us breathing heavily.
“Guess it paid off…Are you always this patient?”
He trembles above me when I shift. “I’ve been patient for years. There’s no fucking way I’m rushing this now.”
I want to ask him what he means before he captures my mouth again, thoroughly fucking me with his tongue as he starts to move.
Moaning into his mouth, pure euphoria floods my body. I know he’s holding back and there’s a part of me that wants him to pick up speed, but with the way he’s looking at me when drops his forehead to my own…the yearning that’s there, I decide if he could be patient, so could I. For now, anyway.
He palms both of my thighs, spreading my legs further apart before hooking an arm underneath one side, taking it over his shoulder, and the angle he hits has me seeing stars as I cry out.
“Shhh…we don’t need to scare Claire off already.
” It’s then that I realize her music has turned off, but I have no idea how I’m going to silence myself if he keeps hitting that spot inside of me.
He has a teasing glint in his eyes that sets my skin on fire, almost like he’s daring me to make a sound.
“You have to be quiet, sugar.” But of course he shifts again, taking my other leg over his opposite shoulder.
“Ohhh god—” He slams a hand over my mouth, effectively silencing me.
His thrusts start to pick up in speed and demand and I know I’m going to come again, with the friction of which he’s hitting my clit each time he thrusts in, while rubbing at the decadent spot inside of me. “When you’re in bed with me, you don’t call out anyone’s name besides mine. Do.”
Thrust.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Understand?”
Thrust.
And it’s with that last slam of his hips that I explode, my scream muffled by his palm.
My own orgasm spurs him on, his movements becoming choppy and erratic as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, Thea. Goddamn, sugar. You’re so fucking tight.
You grip me so well.” His words nearly bring me to the edge again, my heart swelling despite the filth coming from his mouth.
He moves inside of me several more times before he stills, spilling inside of me.
We stay like that for several long minutes, catching our breath and staring at each other before he slowly pulls out of me.
I start to stand up to grab my towel to clean myself up with but he puts a hand on my stomach. “Stay.”
He pulls his boxers and his sweats back on before cracking the door to the hallway, looking in both directions before escaping to the bathroom, shutting my door behind him.
I hear the faucet turn on and back off again before he returns with a washcloth and takes care of wiping along the inside of my thighs before he deliberately runs it through my pussy in a torturously slow manner.
When I writhe beneath him, he chuckles, and I glare at him before he discards the washrag on top of my towel and walks to my dresser. “What are you doing?”
“Picking out your pajamas. Unless you want to sleep naked, which I am totally okay with.” He winks at me before sifting through my underwear and pulling a pair out.
He searches through the rest of my drawers but must decide he doesn’t like his options because he walks out of my bedroom a second time before returning again minutes later with something in his hand.
When he approaches me, I’ve already put my underwear on and he hands me what appears to be a T-shirt several sizes too big for me. His T-shirt, I realize.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask as I slip the shirt on over my head. It falls to mid-thigh on me.
“What do you mean?” He crawls onto my bed and leans against the wall, like he’s meant to be there.
“I mean…why are you helping me get cleaned up?” I’ve never had Lucas do something like this for me in any of the years we spent together.
He sighs before patting the spot next to him on the bed. I climb in next to him when he speaks again. “Please tell me you’ve had aftercare. Don’t give me another reason to want to beat the shit out of your ex.”