Chasing Forever(49)

“With you whimpering and moaning like that I can’t wait one more second to be inside you.”

His voice had a dark sexy edge to it, almost like she was being tempted to sin by the devil and she loved it. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants near his feet. Leaning up on her elbows, she watched him rip open the foil wrapper. She reached forward taking it out of his hands. “Let me,” she said.

As she rolled it on, he went absolutely still, his lashes lowered over his fiery amber eyes and a small groan escaped his mouth. God, she loved that mouth especially after he reminded her of all the wonderful things he could do with it. How could she have forgotten that?

Seconds later, he was over her, his hands braced wide next to her head, his toned arm muscles flexing as he nudged her legs open with his legs. His mouth sought and found hers, his tongue tangling with hers mimicking what her body was dying to do with his. She arched up, reaching for him, willing and ready to give him each and every secret of her flesh, mind, and soul, but he held back, teasing her with every slide and flex of his hips, never quite giving her what she craved.

“Stop torturing me,” she groaned, desperately digging her nails into his narrow hips, spreading her legs farther as she pulled him toward her.

Laughing softly, his teeth grazed her shoulder and her head fell back.

“Soon enough,” her murmured, teasing her throbbing breasts with his skilled mouth.

When she didn’t think she could take one more minute, he eased inside her, and she whimpered in relief at the sensation of finally being connected to him again. She vaguely recalled something about being lost and then found, and she thought it appropriately described her thoughts at that moment. She needed this. It’d been too long.

She clutched his shoulders as he pushed deeper inside her body, his eyes burning into hers. “You remember this?” Lucas whispered.

She nodded, unable to respond. How could she have forgotten? Her mind may have blurred the feeling to save her shattered heart, but her body hadn’t forgotten how perfect it was with him. Maybe that’s why she never wanted to try sex with anyone else. It would have been one more heart-shattering reminder of why every male paled in comparison to him.

He thrust in and out of her in a disciplined rhythm that drove her crazy. Bending forward, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his bristled jawline teasing her. “I know I do. I could never forget this. Being inside you is fucking awesome. Nothing compares,” he said, his voice gravelly and intimate.

Her heart raced faster at his words. She was in danger of being hurt by him before this trip, but now she’d gone over the cliff. She couldn’t hold back. Tilting her hips, she ground her mound against him begging him to go deeper, harder, faster. He kissed her again, sliding against her body as he finally hit the spot that sent her spiraling over and over. She opened her eyes and watched as he followed her with a final hard thrust into her body, before collapsing on top of her.

“It doesn’t get any better than that,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.

“You’re right.” She was exhausted and totally sated for the first time in years.

He rolled off her onto his side, so close she could feel his breath against her face.

She closed her eyes hard, not sure what to do now. Would he want her to leave and go back to her room?

He didn’t move or say anything, so she turned her head to look at him. “Do you want me to go back to my room?” she asked in a small voice, her lips quivering.

He reached down and dragged the blankets over them. “No, I’m not letting you go anywhere anytime in the near future.” He kissed her forehead and her lips and then wrapped his arms around her placing her back against his chest.





Chapter Twenty-One





When Lucas woke up the next morning, bright light streamed into the room through the large floor to ceiling windows. He normally loved that about his room at his parents’ mountain home, but right now he wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. He looked at the clock. Not even seven in the morning.

Regan lay on her side, her naked body still pressed against his. After the first round, they both fell asleep, but he’d woken her two hours later wanting her again. She had looked so sexy with her slim body wrapped around him and her tousled auburn hair spilling across his white sheets that he couldn’t help sliding his lips along her milky skin.

Maybe he’d been too demanding the second time around, but he gave as much as she did and didn’t regret it. Within minutes of waking her, she pushed him on his back and used her mouth on him in ways that should be illegal. Finally, he had to pull her on top of him and take her until she moaned his name and begged him not to stop.