Page 30 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

“Bedroom. Or it would be, but I’ve made it into a closet.”

He laughs. “Of course you have. I’ll bet your collection of crazy-ass leggings is even more impressive than my collection of ties.”

I giggle, flip off the light and pull him toward the end of the bed. He drops my hand, looks me right in the eye and tugs the hem of my shirt out of my jeans. I might be taller than the average woman, but he still towers over me and easily lifts it over my head.

He tosses the shirt to the floor and stares at my breasts. Large-breasted women have more limited sexy lingerie options. But having advanced knowledge that this was going to happen, I broke out one of the few very pricey pieces in my collection. It’s not quite as supportive as my day-to-day bras, and the straps do cut into my shoulders, but sometimes it’s worth it.

The way he’s staring at my chest—this is definitely one of those times.

“I have to apologize,” he says, practically salivating. “I don’t think I gave these proper attention last time.” He reaches around and unhooks my bra, freeing my size Fs from their satin captivity. “I won’t be making that mistake again.”

Instantly, his large hands cover my breasts—massaging, kneading, caressing—sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me, especially when he touches my nipples.

“They’re fucking spectacular.” His head dips and he flicks a nipple with his tongue. Then he takes my entire areola into his mouth and sucks like a baby getting his first meal.

I take the opportunity to run my fingers through his ever-immaculate hair. Unlike his brothers, Lucas never has a hair out of place, and now I can feel the reason—styling gel. I rake my fingers through the stiff strands, hell-bent on making his hair as messy as possible. Am I doing so to please myself or irritate him?

Doesn’t matter. Because he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s a bit… preoccupied.

When he bites down lightly, I yelp and push back, trying to decide if I liked the sting or didn’t. “Did you justnipme?”

“Sorry. I heard some girls like that.”

“Youheard?”

He shrugs. “Never tried it.”

This shocks me to my core. He’s been with at least a half dozen women that I know about, most of them long term. Don’t couples in long relationships try things?

“Oh. Well, the jury is still out.”

He chuckles. “Noted. Mind if we get naked now?”

“Considering I’m halfway there…” I hold out my arms in invitation.

He unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. I sit, toe off my wedges, and assist him in getting my pants off. They’re pretty darn snug and I don’t want him flying across the room and falling on his ass. Although now that I think of it, it might be quite entertaining.

“Now you.” I’m at eye level with his crotch and can’t keep my eyes off the massive bulge.

When he untucks his shirt and lifts it over his head without undoing all the buttons, I can’t help but stare at the tip of his erection. Because it’s jutting out of the top of his pants.Holy, wow!He either doesn’t notice my gawking or is so used to it that it means nothing to him.

His shoes and socks come off in a flash. Then his pants and boxer briefs are discarded in one fell swoop. When he stands up straight again, his cock thwaps his lower abs then rebounds, bouncing back and forth like an inverted pendulum.

Oh my god, that thing was inside me?

I swallow and scoot myself fully onto the bed, amazed at the capability of the vagina to accommodate penises this size. Then again, women push babies out of them, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I guess I’m more perplexed that it didn’t hurt, and that I actually enjoyed it. I did enjoy it, didn’t I?

Since David, it’s been hard to enjoy much of anything unless it’s at my own hand under my own control.

Regan, now is not the time to think of that snake.

Lucas sits on the bed beside me and stares at my naked form. “I promise I’ll last longer this time.”

I rise up on my elbows. “How can you possibly know that? Did you take those pills or something?”

“Nah, I pre-gamed.” When I narrow my eyes in confusion, he explains, “You know, rubbed one out earlier so I won’t shoot off like a pubescent hornball.”

I can’t help it; I belt out incredulous laughter. “Are you serious?”

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