Page 77 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

The apartment was just like I remembered it from that night. It briefly felt like I was returning to the scene of the crime, the place where all of this began. I tossed the box of food onto the counter and pounced on him with a hard kiss.

“So I don’t get to eat my fries now?” he asked.

“You can have them after you devourme,” I said.

Lucas pressed his mouth against my ear. “They’re better when they’re hot.”

“So am I.”

His hand slid down between my legs. “You sure are.”

I let out a loud groan, and then he was practically carrying me into the bedroom. There would be no foreplay on the couch this time, no teasing things out. I tore his wet clothes off, and he pulled at my damp shirt like it offended him.

When my bra fell away, he paused to gaze down at my chest. My nipples puckered from the chill in the air, and he slid his palm around my hip to cup my ass eagerly.

“Do you wish I still looked like I did when I was a teenager?” I asked.

He met my eyes. “Is that a joke?”

“I’ve kind of wondered it since we hooked up. I’ve had a child…”

Lucas’s laugh rumbled up out of his chest, and he took a step back. His eyes raked over me, examining and admiring.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed. “If anything, you’remorebeautiful now than the girl I dated back then.”

“That’s certainly not true, but I appreciate the compliment.”

He slowly shook his head, fingers wrapping around his cock while his eyes drank in the sight of me. “Don’t you dare say anything negative about your body. You’re perfect in every way. I could get myself off juststaringat you.” He began stroking himself.

His sheer desire, laid bare like that, sent a shiver of confidence up my spine. Lucas wasn’t just saying this to make me feel good about myself. He actually meant it.

“But I don’t want to just stare,” he said, stepping toward me again.

“Whatdoyou want to do?” I asked.

Desire shone in his dark eyes. “So. Many. Things.”

He took one of my breasts in his palm, warm against my cold skin. I grabbed his shoulder, digging my fingernails into his flesh while craning my head back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he purred, cupping my other breast and squeezing them together. “Let me show you.”

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, before moving to the other. The pressure and wetness was almost too intense, but his warm hands were wrapping around me, holding me in place. I sighed, arching into him, admiring the way his pink tongue tasted my sensitive flesh.

Lucas gave me one more swirl, coating my nipple in moisture, then spun me around and sat me down on the edge of the bed. He gazed down at me, once again devouring me with his eyes. Proving to me just how sexy he thought I was.

During our foursome, I’d been distracted by having three chiseled men to look at. Now that it was just the two of us, I took a moment to admire the body Lucas had grown into. Pecs and abs, muscles that rippled across his side and core. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, and his thighs had filled in with more muscle than he’d had when we first dated. God, even the tattoos that slivered down his bulging arm somehow seemed more mature now than they had back then.

Lucas was such a fuckingman, now.

“You shaved,” I said, eyes flicking down to the cock he still gripped in a fist.

“Just a little trim,” he said. “In case something happened tonight.”

Before I could think of something witty to say, he planted both fists on either side of me, kissing me deeply and pushing me onto my back. I spread my legs for him, luxuriating in the way his weight felt against my swollen sex, moving my hips back to try to let his tip slide in.

“Not yet,” he smiled against my kiss. “You said I had to devour you, first.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”

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