Page 120 of Just One Season
There’s no more champagne to wipe up, but I let my hand move down between her breasts slowly, so she has plenty of time to stop me. My knuckles graze the side of her tit, and she breathes in sharply.
“I’ve missed you.” I finally look up into her eyes and it’s too much. I might not know anything about love, but I know there’s fire there.
Lucy reaches her hands up and places them gently on either side of my jaw, sliding them back until they’re behind my head, then in my hair. Leaving my hand between her breasts, I step forward, and her body lightly presses against mine.
“Come here,” she demands, and I lower my face to hers. It’s not sweet or gentle or soft, but hungry and needy. Wild. Our tongues wrap together, and I open my hand on her chest, moving over to massage her breast.
“Jesus, Lucy.” I want to say more but she doesn’t let me. Her body is reacting like mine. On fire as she tries to pull me even closer.
My knees wobble. My cock hardens. And my heart? I don’t know what that fucker is doing.
Lucy makes a dirty, desperate squeak and grabs my hands, pushing them down onto her ass. Fuck, the feel of her under my hands. I squeeze her and press her against me, and she moans into my mouth.
This is too much and not enough. I kiss her like I’m nevergoing to see her again. I kiss her and try to tell her with my mouth what I’m feeling. That I love her. That I want her. I beg her to stay with my lips. But I can never say any of those things out loud. It’s not fair to me. To Lucy. To Ava. To anyone.
Lucy moves my hand from her ass to between her legs, and she hikes up her short dress with her other hand. She’s wet and willing and dammit, I want more than just sex, but I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.
Even though I know it’ll hurt in the end. When she walks away. When she leaves.
I can’t deny her.
“Lock the door.” She nods her head to the closed door, breathing deeply as I rub my finger over the wet fabric of her underwear.
Who am I to say no? I step away for a beat and slide the deadbolt that’s secured on top of the door to the bathroom. The look in her eyes when I come back to her, before we kiss, there’s something there. Isn’t there? Or am I just imagining it?
I back her up to the counter and push her dress all the way to her waist, then wiggle her underwear down before lifting her onto the counter and stepping between her legs.
I don’t want to just fuck her; I want to make love to her. But that’s not what she wants. She leans her hands on the counter and throws her head back, moaning as I slide a finger between her legs.
Lucy’s never been more beautiful.
I stare at the way her breasts overflow from the dress, the fabric taut as she arches her back. I tug her dress down and they tumble out.
I pull a condom out of my wallet and then fumble with my belt and my zipper.
“Lucy.” I lean forward and cup her jaw in my clean hand. Her skin is so soft under my fingers. I drink in her wayward freckles, those green eyes looking upward in pleasure, her lips so red.
“Yes?” She focuses on me.
“I want you. I’ve never wanted anything more. Ialwayswant you, Lucy. I’m not sure I’ve ever—” I stop speaking when she puts a finger on my lips.
She doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. I’m glad she stopped me. Who knows where that was going.
“Just do it.” Lucy doesn’t want confessions of love or gentle caresses.
So I do what she wants and bury myself inside her. Being here feels like I’ve come home, and I never want to leave.
Lucy wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. I rest my lips on her ear.
She gasps, and I push into her again and again until she moans my name and comes, fast and hard. I follow a second later.
We’re panting, and she pushes me away, her expression already distant.
I zip my pants before leaning forward to kiss her neck and run my hand along her long, straight hair.
“I like your hair like this,” I murmur into her ear. “But I love your curls.”
She tugs her dress up and hops down from the counter onto her feet.
