Chasing Forever(48)

“Wait. I should tell you something,” she said bashfully as his hand coasted up and down the soft skin of her inner thigh sending shivers of heat through her.

“The thing is . . .” she buried her head in her hands, not wanting to see his face.

His hand squeezed her leg above her knee and then continued drawing small circles on her legs trying to reassure her. “Yes?”

“Well, I haven’t done this in a really long time.”

He pulled her hands away from her face. “What do you mean?”

She closed her eyes. “This,” she blurted out waving her hand between them.

He didn’t say anything.

She groaned. Oh God, did she need to spell it out for him? “Have sex,” she whispered. “I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she repeated.

His hands stopped caressing her thighs and she opened her eyes. Did he want to stop? Did she scare him away?

“Okay.” His eyebrows pulled together, and she realized he still didn’t understand what she meant. “We can take it slow, or we can do other things.” He bent his head kissing the inside of each thigh.

“No, I want to do this. I just wanted to warn you I might be a little rusty. It’s been over six years.” Relieved she admitted it, she exhaled loudly.

He turned his head to the side, his lashes half-lowered, not saying anything for a few painfully long seconds and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maybe she should have gone with the flow and not said anything. He wouldn’t have known. Damn her need to be honest.

“Regan,” he began, his voice low, as he ran his finger along her cheek, “I don’t know what to say.”

They stared at each other in silence, and she wasn’t sure if she should try to explain or wait for him to make the next move. She slid back out of his reach. “It’s not a big deal. I dated. Well, not a lot,” she clarified. “It just never went that far.” She sucked in a breath and then bit her trembling lip afraid she would start crying and then her humiliation would be complete. For the last month, she kept her guard raised, afraid of the havoc he could wreak on her again and now she succeeded in making a fool of herself. She didn’t need him to do that.

“Sweetheart,” he muttered. “Don’t get upset. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I am humbled and absolutely speechless.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. He kissed, teased, and nibbled her until erotic shocks traveled down her body.

He wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck, then threaded his hands through her long auburn hair, all the while kissing her with a determined focus that literally stole her breath. Breathless with desire, she wrapped her arms around his neck so close that her breasts brushed against the soft hair of his chest.

As his hands brushed over every curve of her body, she could barely remain still. He dragged his lips from her mouth, down her throat, stopping at her chest to pull her nipple into his hot, wet mouth, and she gasped. Gently, he guided her backwards until the mattress pressed into her back.

With his free hand, he pushed her legs apart and sank his body between her thighs. She couldn’t even lift her head to watch as his mouth trailed hot, open kisses down her body.

He probed her wet folds teasing her with a finger, but never fully penetrating her. Mindless, she arched her hips in frustration. “Are you getting impatient?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice causing vibrations in her body.

“Yes!” She dug her hands into his thick wavy hair pulling him closer.

“I wouldn’t want that,” he muttered as he slid one finger inside her, moving it in an unhurried rhythm that threatened to rob her sanity.

“Lucas,” she whimpered as his finger circled her center.

“You should see how stunning your face looks when you’re so close. It’s absolutely beautiful.” He grinned and then slipped another finger inside her.

He was killing her and then he bent his head kissing her, there, and she nearly screamed. In less than a minute, she writhed against his mouth moaning and cursing as a surge of pleasure cascaded through her body with every flick of his tongue and probe of his fingers. She felt totally exposed and vulnerable as his fingers pressed into her hips holding her open, sucking her into his mouth, but she was way past the point of caring.

Rocking her hips against his mouth, she began to ride the wave of completion . . . and then he pulled back and stopped, not letting her finish. “Oh no. You didn’t stop, did you?” she asked practically panting the words as she pressed her hands against her eyes and rolled her head from side to side on the bed.