Page 79 of Monsters

Me: Any sign of Mason?

B: Not a single soul.

Feeling a wave of relief, I tossed my cell into my handbag as Lucas called my name from outside. From the porch I scanned the darkness, the moon casting a beautiful silver glow over everything within its reach. A mass of embers glinted to the left of the jetty, and it was there I found Lucas.

“What is this?” I laughed, taking in the vintage bathtub propped over a bed of hot, glowing red coals.

“This… this an experience you’ve got to do at least once in your life.”

Without another word, Lucas pulled his shirt over his head revealing the rippling muscles I knew existed under the fabric.

“Jesus…” I managed to mouth.

Lucas chuckled when the words reached his ears. He started unbuttoning his jeans and in the dark, my face flushed.

“Um…”

“Yes, Gem?” he asked, lowering his pants and pulling them over each foot. His cheeky eyes glinted in the moonlight, his smile wide and entertained. He was enjoying getting me hot and flustered. And in all honesty, I was enjoying it too. Before I could respond, however, Lucas climbed into the bath and lowered his sculptured body into the water.

“You’re not shy are you, Gem?”

I scoffed, palms sweating. “No. What makes you say… maybe. A little. No!”

Lucas laughed, and again my face flushed. I’ve loved this man with all my heart for as long as I could remember, and my body had always responded to him, but we never had so much as shared a kiss.

I was rightfully nervous.

“I won’t look, I promise.”

When Lucas turned away, I bit the bullet. Pulling my shirt over my head and lowering my jeans, I stood only in my underwear. In that moment, with the moon shining its silver essence, the smell of pine in the air and a chill tingling my skin, I felt liberated. The freest I had ever felt. Unclasping my bra, I tossed it to the side before pulling down my panties.

“Beautiful,” I heard Lucas murmur in a quietly husky voice. My heart pounded with an unexplored emotion, a pulse between my legs filling me with desire. There was no mistaking the craving on Lucas’s face, even in the darkness. His eyes scanned my nudity, drinking me in. He made me feel empowered, adored.

“Here,” Lucas said, holding out his hand. He helped me up the step and into the hot water. Lowering myself down, still clasping his hand, I pulled him into the middle of the tub and wrapped my legs around his waist. Lucas’s hardness pressed against my clit and I shivered in response, feeling the overwhelming urge to take it further. My nipples teased on his smooth chest, lips only inches away from tasting, claiming. Hooking my arms around his neck, I pulled him close, foreheads touching.

“You have no idea how much I dreamed of this moment, Gemma.” Lucas’s hands snaked through my long hair, holding my head in place. Closing the space, our lips connected in a kiss that was long overdue. He kissed me passionately, deepening as I groaned against his mouth. The roughness of his beard was a pleasurable pain. A pain I welcomed.

It was everything I’d ever dreamed it to be and more. He tasted of sweet wine, lips soft yet demanding.

We broke apart, panting, relishing a moment we’d both wondered about for so long. I was overcome with lust and a love I’d always shared for this man. With the fog gracefully circling us, Lucas hooked a hand under my ass and lifted me. I could feel his cock at my opening, teasing and tempting.

“You sure?”

I was growing lightheaded with need. “More than sure.”

Gripping my waist, he kissed me hard while pushing me down over his thick length. His cock broke through me, a cry escaping my lips as I molded around him.

He too groaned, savoring the sensation, lips trailing a path down my neck. I rocked back and forth, grinding slowly, my clit throbbing in delight. Water splashed just under my breasts. Lucas kneaded my ass cheek with one hand and tantalized my nipple with the other. My head lolled back, the full moon in sight as the pressure overcame me.

Releasing, I cried his name, clenching around Lucas’s cock as I rode the wave of climax. My clit was screaming in ecstasy, finally satisfied but yearning for more of Lucas Carter.

His muscled arms pulled me in close, our tongues dancing a slow rhythm.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured against his lips.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t hold back.”

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