Lucas’s hands tangled in her hair and then one slipped around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him until their lips met. She closed her eyes concentrating on every sensation and shiver flying through her body as he kissed her with such focus and devotion, almost like he needed her in that instant as much as he needed his next breath.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. His hands slid over her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples in hypnotic circles and she arched into him again needing more of…something. And then she felt his mouth replace his hands, sucking gently as a moan escaped her throat.
“Lucas…I need,” she mumbled incoherently as she rocked slowly on his lap. Unable to stop herself, she wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him closer.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered as he bit, nibbled, licked, and sucked with infinite skill until she was desperate for more.
Lucas’s hand slid between them and she lifted her hips to grant him access. Pushing her panties to the side, his hand circled her moist heat in a steady rhythm until he found a particularly sensitive spot and she cried out. He really did remember everything about her. She should stop him or be self-conscious about what was happening between them, but right then she only wanted more of him. She’d missed him so much and not until this moment had she allowed herself to acknowledge that fact. If this didn’t work between them again, she would be devastated, but she couldn’t worry about that right now.
Within minutes, she threw back her head allowing the bliss she’d been deprived of for so long explode.
He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her close. “God, I missed you,” he said as he nuzzled into her neck.
Lucas’s breath was thick and labored, just like hers, and she couldn’t help smiling. She affected him as much as he affected her. “Mmm…” She traced the contours of his back with her fingertips.
He chuckled and the vibration tickled her chest. “Mmm…I second that.”
She felt his hardness between her legs and she dipped one of her hands into the front of his pants, wanting more. His hands wrapped around her wrist, stopping her from reaching her desired destination. “No.”
Her eyes flew to his and she froze, fearing he already regretted their actions and they hadn’t made it very far or not as far as she wanted at that moment.
He leaned his forehead against hers while his hands lazily roamed up and down her sides. She wanted to relax and melt in his touch, but she didn’t understand why he wanted to stop. Without any explanation, he kissed her on the corner of her mouth, then picked her up and eased her off his lap on to the edge of the mattress.
“That’s it?” she asked disbelievingly. “You’re going to stop there. No explanation.”
He smirked and stood up.
She tried not to stare at him, but even mad and confused she loved the play of his muscles as he moved.
Leaning over, he brushed his finger along her bottom lip. “As much as I want to throw you back on the bed and continue what we just started, we can’t.”
“Huh…why not?” she asked, fearing he would tell her he’d changed his mind. If he backtracked now, she didn’t think she could hold back her tears even though she promised herself not to shed one more tear over him years ago.
He chuckled. “I like your enthusiasm, but you’re going to have to save it for later because we have to be at Sweet Basil in less than an hour.”
“Oh shit!” She said, jumping off the bed and running toward the bathroom. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“You’re very distracting. But don’t worry, you still have twenty or thirty minutes to get ready,” he answered, following her in the bathroom.
“Oh my God,” she said, looking into the mirror seeing her tangled hair and puffy lips. “I look like I just woke up.”
“Not even close.” He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him until her back was pressed against his chest. “I love the way you look.” He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, nuzzling and kissing her.
She closed her eyes, ready to agree to anything if he kept touching her like that. His hands wandered up her sides, cupping her breasts. “Are you sure we have to go?” she whispered, savoring every touch.
He stepped back, releasing her, and she had to force herself not to beg him to touch her again. “Unfortunately, we do, but I’ll make up for our interruption when we get back here tonight.” Walking backwards out of the bathroom, he winked at her. “See you downstairs in twenty minutes and wear a dress.”