Chasing Forever(59)

“No more,” he said, pushing her away. He was so close to exploding, but he wanted to be inside her when he did because it had been days since he’d been wrapped in her incredible heat, and he was desperate to feel that connection with her again.

“I don’t have a condom. Do you?” she asked as he pushed her backwards and slid off her panties.

“Yes.” More than one actually, but he didn’t want to tell her that. He didn’t want her to believe this was just about sex because it was much more than that. He wanted to take her to dinner and have fun, and he hoped, not expected, they would end up in bed, but when she answered the door he couldn’t wait until after dinner to have her. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, he placed one on the couch beside her head. “Maybe we should stock some here because I plan on doing this a lot.”

She laughed as he lowered himself between her legs. “Cocky much?”

He captured her mouth with his as his hands wandered aimlessly over her body, finally cupping her breasts and teasing and flicking them until she arched into him. “Just honest,” he murmured, pulling his mouth away from hers.

He tore open the wrapper and rolled it down, her smoldering green eyes boring into him.

Gently, he lifted her hips and slid into her and she cried out, her wet heat squeezing him. Her hips rocked against his as she wrapped her legs around him. Steadily, he thrust in and out of her as his skin slid against hers with every movement. Then, he moved more rapidly, needing to be deeper to remind her with his body that she was his.

When they were together, he loved that they could ignore the past, Martin and Black, the complications of work, his family, her dad, and Olivia. It was just the two of them. They were completely in tune, and it was mind-blowing—unforgettable, just like Regan.

She tilted her hips toward him greedily, moaning, so close he could feel her clenching around him. Finally, she cried out digging her nails into his back, her entire body convulsing, and he couldn’t hold back no matter how much he wanted. He thrust into her a few more times, his breathing becoming sporadic before he exploded, clenching his teeth with the force of it.

Panting, he dropped his forehead against hers, pushing her beautiful auburn hair away from her face so he could see the gentle curve of her jaw line and her gorgeous eyes. He could stay like this all night, memorizing every inch of her until each detail was burned into his mind and imprinted on his soul. She was it for him. She had been for a long time.

He kissed her cheek and then nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted, trailing her fingers gently up and down his arms.

God that felt good. “We missed our reservation. I could call and see if they still have a table for us.”

“No, lets order from someplace that delivers. I don’t feel like going out anymore, especially now that my hair is a mess.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, and goose bumps erupted on her arms. He smiled. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. “I think you still look amazing, even if it is in a recently tumbled sort of way.”

“Crazy hair and smeared makeup. You like that look.”

“On you…” He smiled. “I’d like anything.”



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Two and a half hours later, Lucas leaned against the doorjamb to her apartment, rubbing his finger across her swollen lower lip.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?”

“As much as I would love to, we both have to work early, and I have a feeling neither of us would get enough sleep if I stayed.”

She nodded. Of course she agreed with him, but after rolling around on the couch and having some of the best conversation ever over Chinese food, she was reluctant to be alone, or more aptly put, without him. “Tonight was great,” she said, smiling as she leaned against him.

He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips. “When are we going out again?”

“I have to work on Thursday, so how about Friday after work?”

“I can’t. I’m meeting Drew for drinks. Saturday?”

“Sure.” Her stomach twisted at the mention of Saturday. She still felt guilty about canceling on Parker. She hurt him, but there wasn’t anything she could do now except apologize again and she planned to do that on Thursday at work. She still wanted his friendship because she didn’t have many friends, just piles of acquaintances—and now Lucas.

“Regan, what’s wrong?”

She pushed her tangled hair away from her face. “I was thinking about Parker. I think I ruined our friendship.”

“Maybe, but it’s hard to be friends with someone who wants more. It was probably for the best. I’m not comfortable with you hanging out with a guy that wants to get in your pants.” He tipped her chin up so she could see his face. “Or any guy for that matter.”