She pushes me down and positions herself. Her fingers digging into my shoulders, she slips lower … lower … finally taking me deeper inside. The hot muscles contract around my dick, and I thrust, wanting the connection to be deeper, hotter. She throws her head back; the water slaps the edges of the tub around us. I take a rosy nipple into my mouth, and suck hard as she increases her tempo, taking me in, then pulling almost all the way back, determined to drive me out of my fucking mind.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I'm already out of my mind. I lost it the second I met her.
"Lucas … " Ava pants. "Oh my god … "
Water drops cling to her flushed skin and spikes the dark lashes framing her lust-darkened eyes. She looks fucking amazing as she climbs higher and higher, ready for a blinding climax. I slip a hand between our bodies, find the swollen clit. She cries out, and her fingers dig even harder into my muscles. From the way her pussy contracts around my shaft, I know she's close.
"Come for me, babe," I grate out between clenched teeth. "Let me feel you come."
"Not alone. Together." Her gorgeous glazed eyes meet mine, and I feel like I'm being sucked into her. "Come with me."
She could tell me to follow her to hell and I'd say okay. Her body tightens as the orgasm rips through her, her spine arched, her mouth parted in a scream. Nothing could be more beautiful than Ava in climax, and that's all it takes to push me over the edge.
I spurt into her hotly, my entire body so tense it feels like I'm made of stone. My hands grasp her tiny waist, holding on as pleasure spirals through me, as sharp and uncontrollable as shrapnel.
When I can breathe again, I pull her close and whisper into her damp hair, "Let's stay here as long as we can."
She nods.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ava
It rains the rest of the weekend, but I don't mind as we stay cocooned with each other. We turn off our phones and don't let anything intrude on our time. When Monday rolls around, the rain has finally stopped but it's still heavily overcast.
My mood is as low as the clouds. I hate leaving the humble bed and breakfast. It's been such a haven for us-to reconnect and spend time together. I still haven't told Lucas about Mia. I'm not certain yet what I'll tell him or how he'll react, especially after that comment about children being "interesting." I'm pretty sure he was thinking something other than interesting when he said it.
If it were only me, I would've told him by now, but I worry about Darcy and Ray. She miscarried three times, and if anything were to happen to Mia … I don't know what it would do to her.
"Do you honestly intend to take these with you?" Lucas asks, hoisting up the plastic bags stuffed with the underwear and clothes we bought.
"Yes. Why would you want to toss them?"
"Because." He kisses me behind my ear. "I'll buy you something sexier."
"You mean you're going to ask your assistant?"
"She can send us the whole catalogue, and you can model for me and we can decide together."
I elbow him in the side. "We won't be doing much picking then."
"If we can't get through everything in thirty days, we'll just keep all of them."
I laugh. "You're terrible."
We settle our bill with Doris. I look around as she and Lucas go over the items to make sure everything's right. I'm going to miss this place. Maybe we should come back, make our stay here an annual event. I'd like that.
The drive home is quiet. Lucas maneuvers with his left hand, holding mine with his right for the hours it takes us to reach Charlottesville. I feel the weight of real life growing with every mile.
I don't understand why I'm so uneasy. We can't live in that bed and breakfast forever. But for some bizarre reason, the real world feels like a wedge that's coming between us.
My hold on him tightens, and he looks at me questioningly.
"Nothing," I say. "I just wish the weekend were longer."
"Me, too." He smiles. "But I meant what I said about abducting you to Paris."
"I look forward to it, but not over Thanksgiving. I definitely need to spend that with Darcy and Ray." I hesitate. "Do you have any plans?"
"For what?" He blinks. "Thanksgiving?"
I nod.
"No … No plans."
The slightly bemused tone speaks volumes. He doesn't celebrate the holiday-or at least his family doesn't. "You're welcome to join us."
The eyebrow rises. "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Well … okay. Thanks. Let me know if I need to bring anything."
"I will."
"And speaking of things-do you want your Lexus back?"