Page 41 of One More Time
She moved her hips up again, but was met by his hands on her ass, pressing her back down.
‘Lucy, baby. Hold up. I need a second. Pretty sure I’m having an out-of-body experience.’
‘You sure it’s not a stroke?’ she asked, maybe only half-teasing.
‘No,’ he replied with a smile.
They both laughed – deep, silly, champagne-fueled belly laughs.
Nicky’s wide pupils snapped to hers. ‘Oh my God. I can feel you laughing. Frominside.’
That made her laugh more.
He grunted, ‘That is seriously the sexiest thing in the history of the universe.’
She smiled down at him, rocked her hips forward and back again, catching her clit as she did, and sending a wave of hot sparks down her spine.
‘You okay now?’ Lucy asked.
‘More than okay,’ he replied. The sincerity in his tone, and the unspoken words that seemed to linger in the silence that followed, was too much for Lucy. It was too difficult to reflect on, laced with too many emotions. She had to close her eyes against the force of it.
She pushed up onto her hands and put all her focus on her body.
‘Dreamed about this,’ he panted. ‘You over me. Dreamed about it.’
Lucy closed her eyes more tightly. Concentrated on her breathing, on the sounds their bodies made when she slapped her hips against his. Anything but what might lie behind his words.
She sunk into the pure bliss of Nicky’s body against hers. Of his big hands gripping her waist. The sensation of sweat trickling down her back.
Then came the sensation of her hamstring begging for relief because she was definitely not eighteen and was a CrossFit dropout.
Lucy pulled at Nicky’s body and he followed her withno resistance. Rolling, still connected, to their sides. Lucy wrapped her aching thigh over his hip as he thrust more forcefully inside her.
‘Lucy. Open your eyes, baby,’ he begged. His hand gripped her hip with purpose. ‘Look at me.’
To keep them closed would reveal more than simply complying. So, she did.
And it was devastating.
He wasn’t lookingather. Those loden eyes were peeringinsideher. She felt like he could see the truth that she’d been trying to hide. The hurt he’d caused. All the years that he’d been there, but not there. She knew ‘The Breathing Room’ and its thorny legacy was written all over her stupid, uncooperative face.
She blinked hard.
‘Don’t go,’ he panted. ‘Stay with me.’
Lucy opened her eyes again, and he was right there. His eyes almost glowing in the neon streaming in from the window. His focus was so intense, so unguarded, that she felt it in her chest. A weight. A burden.
Then his hips shifted, and he hit a place inside her, deep and undiscovered. The pleasure there was so raw and vivid that it took her by surprise.
She gasped his name as her orgasm hit like an explosion, everywhere at once.
Lucy clawed at his back, trying to hold on. Trying to keep herself tethered to reality even as her thoughts scrambled and fractured into nothingness.
She felt his pace increase, but only tangentially – assomething happening somewhere else. His eyes remained locked with hers, and Lucy couldn’t look away. In that moment, she truly felt that they were the only thing holding her together.
Nicky called her name like a chant, over and over, as she felt him pulse and release inside her.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck. ‘Oh my God,’ he said, struggling to catch his breath. ‘Oh my God.’
