Page 66 of Promised Love

But when his hands rest on the waistband of my jeans, I forget everything.

With the deft flick of his fingers, he unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down. I push up and he tugs on my denim, peeling them away from my body.

Lukas has me in my lingerie in seconds.

His hands drift upward from my feet, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until they rest on my knees. And when I think I’ve become familiar with his touch, he pushes my legs apart and tips me back.

I fall against the throw pillow, one leg over the cushioned arm and the other held in his tight grip.

“Lukas!” I squeal.

After throwing a grin at me, which has my heart rate kicking up another notch, he leans forward and kisses the inside of my left thigh, so close to the elastic of my panties.

“Oh God,” I murmur as he switches to my other leg.

“Sit tight, Autumn, we’re just getting started.”

His hands curl around my ankles, and he pushes my legs back so that my knees rest on either side of my head.

I’d thought we would be on the bed the whole night. Maybe share some hot kisses. The extent of my imagination on sex was limited to giving Lukas a blow job and trying something more than missionary.

But this…

God, what even is this?

Lukas’ lips make contact with the cotton of my panties just over my sex, and I forget my last name. He pushes aside the fabric, and when his mouth touches my skin, I can’t help my nervous moan. “Lukas.”

This isn’t how I ever dreamed of my first time. I thought it’d be awkward and weird.

Lukas hums and I feel it inside me. His tongue lightly flicks my clit, and I can’t think straight. He tears my panties from my body and goes for the kill. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“God, Lukas.” I throw my head back. My legs open and close as he plays with the pressure of his kisses and tongue. “I…I can’t hold it any longer.”

“Then don’t.” He pulls his mouth back just a whisper to say those words before diving back in, and a few moments later, I’m a crying, howling mess.

“Please, Lukas. No more. No more,” I chant, no longer caring about the guests or my staff, who are probably in earshot.

Lukas finally has mercy on me and lets me catch my breath.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He walks to his nightstand, where there’s still the whole honeymoon sex package, and grabs a string of condoms.

He takes off his jeans and boxers, and my jaw falls to the ground.

“You’re inflating my ego too much, looking at my dick like that.”

“L-like what?” I stammer.

“Like you want me to fuck your brains out and make you forget all those assholes who came before me.”

Holy crap!

He gathers me in his arms, and when I think he’s finally going to the bed, he places me on the chaise lounge. For a brief second, he stares at me, tilting his head to the side.

I’m sitting on the soft leather, immobilized by this version of Lukas. My chest pounds in anticipation of what’s to come, but he doesn’t keep me waiting for long. He unhooks my bra, and instead of dropping it on the floor, he brings it down my body.

“Lie back.” His voice is so low that I almost miss his two words.

“W-what?”

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