Page 33 of Drum Me Away
I shook my head and touched my upper arm. “I have the implant. Lasts for five years at a time.” I flapped my hand. “Back when I was sexually active, my doctor recommended it because of my erratic schedule. Birth control I don’t even have to think about.”
“How long ago was that?”
I glanced to the side, staring at the water beading on the glass shower door. Lucas’s hand came up, touched my chin, turned my face back to him.
“Never mind,” he murmured, his gaze on my lips. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Too long.” Too long without him. If I allowed myself to think about how many years we’d wasted pretending to be together…that was a rabbit hole I had no interest in falling into.
“Now,” he said, lowering himself until his knees rested on the towel I’d tugged from his waist. “Let’s get back to this, shall we?”
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he dragged my shorts down my legs, taking my panties with them, letting them both drop onto the floor. Then he clutched my ass and jerked me forward so that I sat on the edge of the counter. “Oh!” I said on a gasp that turned into a moan as he stroked a finger along my seam.
I spread my legs wider. “Yes. Let’s.”
A wicked smile touched his lips before he leaned forward, and then those lips were right there, between my legs, setting all those nerve endings on fire. I dropped back against the mirror in an effort to open myself even further to him, and then I grasped his hair, clinging to him as I cried out, Holy hell, he’d just ripped the mother of all orgasms out of my body.
That thing had been lying in wait for far too many years.
Once again I fell back against the mirror, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath. He sat up straighter, his face glistening, and placed his hands on my thighs.
“Good?” he asked, and Lord, was he actually concerned about his oral abilities?
“Magnificent,” I assured him.
He chuckled and lifted himself to his feet, snagging the towel to wipe his face. I hooked one leg around his body, digging my heel into his ass to pull him in until his erection bumped into me.
“That’s better,” I said, curling my fingers around his length, slowly stroking, making him buck against my hand. And then I guided him to my entrance, and he cradled my ass with one hand while twining the other into my hair. In one smooth thrust, he filled me, connecting us in a way I never wanted to break.
“Faith,” he whispered, my name tumbling from his lips like a prayer.
“Lucas,” I responded, equally as reverently. “I need you.”
“I’m right here,” he promised, and then he began to gently rock, pulling almost entirely out and pushing back in, deeper and deeper, until I dug my nails into his ass to encourage him to increase the speed because, hot damn, I could feel another orgasm welling.
“Please,” I begged, and he understood exactly what I needed, because he picked up the pace until he was thrusting madly, urgently. I went tumbling over the edge again, and with a shout, he chased me, his body freezing, and I could feel him pulsing inside me as he poured every ounce of his pleasure into me.
I sat there, with him nestled between my legs, breathing heavily, his arms still wrapped around me while I clung to him, and a single thought drifted through my head.
I never want this to end.
CHAPTER12
Lucas
I don’t knowhow long we stood there, basking in the afterglow, but my calf started to cramp, so I finally stepped away, snagged the washcloth from the shower, and offered it to Faith.
She stood on shaky legs, and I couldn’t help it: a surge of smug satisfaction rocked my body. I did that to her.
Trying to bite back my grin, I gently kissed her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go find something to eat.”
We made eye contact in the mirror, and she said, “I’ll be there in a sec. Let me clean up first.”
It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t some sort of signal for “I need a minute to collect myself.”
Don’t worry, Lucas, she’s right here with you. This isn’t going away.
Fuck, I hoped it wasn’t. My head was all over the place right now. A small part of me was already berating myself for taking our relationship to this level. We were supposed to be staging a fake breakup, and instead we’d just had the most spectacular sex I’d ever had in my life, and already I wanted more. More sex, of course, but more of her.
