Page 93 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

As I slide in and out of her, I try to remember if this has ever happened before. I honestly can’t remember one single time. In and out. One and done. I’ve never in my life given a woman multiple orgasms, and I sure as shit have never had two in the same night. Not unless one of them was at the mercy of my own hand.

This woman, though, she’s different. She turns me on in ways I didn’t think possible. The sweet, smooth, comforting timbre of her voice. It’s like being wrapped in honey every time she speaks. The energy of her hips and the sensual silhouette of her body whenever she walks into a room. And her laugh. Jesus, her laugh. It hits me square in the balls every goddamn time.Not only in the balls, I think.In my goddamn heart.

I thrust into her gently again and again, feeling the sensation build with each deep penetrating plunge. My elbows lock and my jaw tightens as I grunt and spill my load inside her.

My head comes to rest on her shoulder as I catch my breath. “Jesus, Regan.”

“I know.” She giggles. “If I weren’t already pregnant, I imagine that would have done the trick.”

Pregnant. Right.

I roll off her. That’s the only reason she’s here. She’s pregnant and horny and I’m the only viable candidate to satisfy her craving.

“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks.

I relax into my pillow. “Mi casa es su casa.”

She shoots me a strange look. “Okay. Thanks.”

I watch her curvy backside as she gathers her clothes and disappears into my bathroom. I follow, detouring at the closet to pull on a T-shirt and joggers.

Before I even have my work clothes off the floor and in the hamper, she’s fully dressed. She smiles almost guiltily. “Well… thanks, I guess.”

“You got it.”

Her head tilts and she studies me. “You okay, Lucas?”

“Hey, I’m great,” I lie. “I’m just happy it finally happened for you. Glad I could help.”

“I didn’t mean to barge in on you unannounced. I just—”

“Had needs. I get it.”

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say anything else. She smiles one last time, walks out of the bedroom, and moments later I hear the front door close.

I sit on the bed that smells like sex warmed over, slumped down, forearms on my knees, feeling every emotion I imagine all my exes ever felt. And knowing I deserve every goddamn one.

Chapter Thirty-two

Regan

Lucas rolls off me, our bodies slick with sweat. “You’re really making up for lost time, aren’t you?”

Suddenly embarrassed that I’ve shown up unannounced for the fifth time in two weeks, I pull the covers over me. “I’m sorry. I know I’m probably being a big inconvenience.”

He laughs and perches on an elbow. “Do you see me complaining? Every time just gets more incredible.” He touches one of my ultra-sensitive nipples through the sheet. “I’ve never seen a woman come by nipple stimulation alone. That was seriously crazy.”

“You’re telling me. Three months ago I couldn’t orgasm to save my life. Now you practically look at me and I do.”

He eyes me strangely. “I’m just curious. And this is purely for research. But do you almost come whenotherguys look at you?”

“Other guys aren’t exactly looking at me, Lucas.”

“Oh, they are. You just don’t realize it.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, you mean the way women look at you?”

“In case you missed the memo, women in this town are staying far, far away from me.”

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