Page 97 of Promised Love

“Please. I want to.” My palms resting over his thighs drift upward as I reach closer to his crotch.

Conflict splashes over Lukas’ face, and the knowledge that he wants this as much as me but his morals are standing in the way gives me courage. I drop to my knees before him and move my hands to his belt.

When he looks at me, his expression is still torn. His hands are on either side of him, gripping the leather seat.

I unbuckle his belt, unbutton the jeans, and pull the zipper down. When I pull him out of his cotton boxers, my hands quiver. The muscles of my sex clench at the sight of him.

We have had sex a few times now, but watching him so close, feeling him in my hand, is still new. I gently squeeze him, and when my gaze flies to his, I notice he’s staring at me. I don’t look away and start to gently, slowly, move my hand against his length, until I’m stroking him in earnest. I feel the veins underneath his softness and the wetness at the crown of his cock.

“Fuck, Autumn.” His hands leave the seat and get lost in my hair. “Take me in your mouth.”

I obey because I don’t think there’s anything that Lukas will say that I wouldn’t do.

I lean forward and take him inside my mouth, little by little. My lips glide over his head and his silky shaft until I can’t take him in anymore.

He’s huge.

I try to push more of him into my mouth when his hand flattens over my head. “This is good. I don’t want you to gag.” And when I suck him between my lips, he releases a hoarse sound. “You feel fucking amazing.”

His hands remain buried in my hair, tightening once in a while, and his head is thrown back. My eyes don’t leave his face as I glide my hand up and down his cock, sucking him like this is my oxygen.

Lukas’ face is red, and a vein pops out on his forehead. When I suck him deeper and roll his balls with one hand, his eyes fly open and he looks down at me. We don’t lose contact as his hips jerk, and I can feel him swelling in my mouth.

“You…don’t have to swallow,” he whispers hoarsely. “You can…pull away.”

But I can’t, because I want everything this man has to offer.

Lukas mutters a fuck, and hot and salty liquid fills my mouth. I’m surprised by the amount of it. He continues to spurt for several moments, until he softens and pops out of my mouth.

I run the sleeves of my sweater over my lips, and Lukas picks up the water bottle from the center console.

His gaze doesn’t leave me as I take a few sips. His cock is resting against his stomach, not soft but hard, pushed through the waistband of his boxers.

“Shouldn’t it go down?” I jerk my head.

A small smile appears on his lips. “Not when you’re still on your knees, looking at me like I’m the most treasured person in the whole fucking world.”

“That’s because you are,” I whisper back.

He pulls me up, and I crawl onto his lap. “How did it happen?”

He doesn’t say what, and I don’t ask, because one, I don’t think Lukas gives answers to his own questions, and two, I like the possibilities that run through my mind.

How did he fall in love with me?

How did his eighteen-year-old bride turn out to be his soulmate?

How did a crazy promise turn out to be so much bigger?

33

LUKAS

It’s three a.m. but sleep is the farthest thing from my mind.

Autumn and I returned to the inn after a walk along Cherry Lake. I turn on my side, and she’s sleeping safely, looking so young. I can’t believe she sucked me off like that. In a car. In a public parking lot. Like she couldn’t wait another minute. Like she needed me as much as her next breath.

She’s wearing a white camisole, and the triquetra pendant hangs down from her neck.

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