"You have no idea how I've wanted this. How I dreamed of it," he rasps into my neck.
I tilt my head to give him easier access. "It's been so long."
"You haven't … been with anyone else?"
"No. They weren't you," I say, unveiling a facet of my own vulnerability. It seems only right after what he's revealed.
He rests his forehead against mine and lets out a shuddering breath. "It's been so long for me, too," he says in a shaky whisper.
A tiny hope stirs inside me.
"After you were gone, it's like my body went into some kind of … hibernation. Nothing-no work, no woman-could wake it up. I barely felt alive."
Suddenly I understand. "This is what you meant when you said I took something from you, isn't it?"
He nods.
Relief leaves me staggering. And with that, I feel free. "Then let's make this count." I pull his head down for another kiss.
Chapter Fifteen
Lucas
Yes, yes, let's make this count. Let us make this count until we can't imagine not being together like this again.
I'm no longer restrained. I devour Ava's mouth, starved for her sweetness. A blistering lust pulses through my veins-I'm alive again, at last!-and I shake with the intensity of it, my skin taut and hot.
I pull the flimsy pale blue sweater over her head, and immediately dive in to kiss the sensitive spot just under her ear. This close, I can sense the tiniest quiver running through her, the quietest hitch in her breath. And her reactions are glorious, like the sun finally peeking through dark, stormy clouds.
My hands are clumsy with need, but I try to rein in my raging lust. There's no longer a question about my interest or ability to perform. The only thing is to make it good for Ava, who also hasn't been with anyone for two years.
I want to be the best for her.
My thumb brushes against the soft underside of her breast through the lacy bra. It's thin enough that I can see her rosy nipples clearly. They pebble under my gaze, and my mouth waters. It's been so damn long, but I know exactly how to make her burn. Every fantasy I've had in the last two years starred Ava … and me, doing all the things I know will make her cry out for me.
I flick the straps off her shoulders and push the bra down. The elastic bands trap her arms, and I love how her tits rise and fall. They aren't large, barely a mouthful, but there are no breasts finer than Ava's. Blue veins show under the nearly translucent skin, and I let my tongue flutter over them.
Her breathing grows shallow with anticipation, and my erection twitches in response. My dick's so hard, it's almost painful.
Still, I take my time loving her beautiful tits, then fan the tightly beaded tip with hot breath. The muscles in her belly jerk, and I pull the nipple into my mouth.
She cries out, "Lucas!" and her knees buckle.
My mouth sealed over her breast, I hold her close, sucking the sensitive mound like my life depends on it. She's so damn addictive, so damn perfect. Her heady jasmine and vanilla scent grows stronger, and my head spins as I grow drunk on her.
I pull away, then give the other breast the same attention. Ava whimpers deep in her throat, sweat misting over her warm, flushed skin. Her mounting need stokes my lust, my dick tenting the towel around my waist. It's maddening not to just rip everything off and drive into her, but I keep myself together. I want to feel her come first.
Swinging her into my arms, I carry her to the bedroom and place her on the edge of the mattress.
I unbutton and unzip her black slacks, pulling them down along with her magenta panties. Her legs are shapely and smooth, nothing marring their beauty. I place a long, open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh.
"Kick off your shoes."
Panting, she toes off her flats. Her feet are narrow and delicate, just as I remember. Pearlescent pink lacquer coats the small toenails.
I pull her clothes all the way off and toss them over my shoulder. Then, very deliberately, I kiss her from one delicate ankle bone all the way to the knee, then along her inner thigh. She is warm and oh so soft.
Her musky scent grows thicker as I get close. My heart knocks against my chest, my blood so hot that I feel like I'm boiling inside out. She is starting to tense in anticipation as well, but I break off to give worshipful attention to her other leg, since every inch of her deserves to be loved and adored.
By the time I'm back up to mid-thigh, Ava is gripping the edge of the mattress, her knuckles white. Her breasts quiver with every shallow breath she takes.
"Lucas … "
"Relax, Ava. I'll make it good for you."
This time, when I reach the slick heat between her legs, I close my lips over her heated flesh. Her sweet taste floods my mouth, and I growl against her. She cries out, widening her thighs shamelessly. Her wanton reaction drives me, enslaving me to the need to make her shatter.