Lucky's Choice(82)

“I appreciate it.”

Douglas left before she could offer him coffee again. Shrugging, Willa sat at the table, making out the list of names Knox wanted. It didn’t take long since Sissy only had a handful of friends.

After Knox left, Willa took a shower, making sure she didn’t get her hair wet. She took time pampering herself. She even lit her favorite scented candles and placed her waterproof speaker in the shower so she could listen to the music. She was listening to “Jar of Hearts,” her face turned up to the spray of water after giving up on keeping her hair dry, when she saw movement at the door.

A startled scream was caught in her throat when she recognized it was Lucky standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened, and she covered her breasts with her arms.

“Did you forget we’re having dinner tonight?”

“I’ll be right out,” Willa managed to croak out.

She stepped back against the shower stall when Lucky strode forward, sliding the glass door open.

“Why have you been crying?”

“Lucky! I’m naked!”

His eyes darkened. “I can see that. Why have you been crying?”

Willa turned her face away from him.

“Because of Lisa?”

Willa nodded her head, but Lucky wouldn’t let her escape his eyes.

“Don’t you dare let that bitch upset you. Your body is a gift from God.” His eyes focused on her breasts, and her nipples peaked as if he was actually touching them.

Lucky unbuttoned his shirt, and then she licked the water away from her lip as he took off his pants and shoes, stepping into the shower with her. Willa’s eyes feasted on the sight of his body. It was a thing of muscular beauty, gleaming a golden hue as the water created rivulets while it fell.

Her eyes and fingertips investigated each tattoo from the top of his chest, reading ‘Only God Can Judge Me,’ to the inked guardian angel and cross that led down to his cock where two roses weaved through the cross. His tattoos were fascinating and revealing, used to express his faith. She had to blink the water out of her eyes to see the ones on his cock. Even his feet had tattoos, and Willa couldn’t imagine the hours he had been under a needle to cover his body.#p#分页标题#e#

Lucky’s hand took hers, laying it on his cock and showing her how to glide her hand along its length.

“Do you know what I do every time I see you?”

“No.” Willa gripped him harder.

He moved his hand to her breasts. “I thank God I’m a man.” He began teasing her nipples with swipes of his tongue as her thumb slid over the crown of his cock. “I think about what our wedding night is going to be like: how I’m going to sink my dick into that tight pussy; how you’re going to walk the next day, remembering me inside of you because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll hurt.” Lucky bit down on the tip of a nipple, releasing it after a brief second before lifting her other breast to his mouth.

As he sucked the nipple into his mouth again, she released cries of need, wanting to please him and wipe the memory of every woman from his mind.

“I think about how soft your skin is, how you’re sweeter than those cupcakes you make, and how you can’t stand to hurt anyone’s feelings, even at the cost of your own. You’re beautiful soul shines from your eyes and makes me hard as a rock.”

His hand covering hers tightened until Willa was afraid she was hurting him. Then she saw that he was shuddering while his other hand braced him against the wall of the shower, and then he came in her hand.

Afterward, Willa self-consciously dried off in front of Lucky who refused to leave and give her privacy.

“You might as well get used to me seeing you naked.”

“I won’t ever get used to that.” Willa turned to leave then spun around in shock when she felt the snap of a towel on her buttock. She glanced back over her shoulder to see him smiling at her innocently.

She giggled. She hadn’t seen this playful side of Lucky, and it made her fall in love with him even more.

“Be careful. Those expensive shoes of yours are getting wet.”

When he turned to use his foot to scoot the shoes onto the bathroom rug, Willa returned the small bite of pain to his own butt. Lucky’s shocked gaze turned back to her.

“Stop!” Willa giggled. Once she saw he was going to get retribution, she immediately sobered. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t seem very sorry.” Lucky shook his head, still advancing on her.

“I am.” Instead of trying to run away, Willa ran into his arms, kissing his cheek and lips. “I’m sorry.”

Lucky’s hand went to her hair, tugging until she stared up at him. “I love you, siren.”