Page 70 of Twisted Trails
“That’s okay.” Luc smiles softly and kisses my cheek. “Let me help.”
He eases his shorts and boxers down, and I get my first look at him, thick, flushed, and very real.
I inhale through my nose, eyes going wide. “I don’t know if that’s…”
“It’s fine.” He chuckles, taking my hand. “We’re not doing anything you’re not ready for. We can justplay a little. You can touch me. I’ll touch you. No pressure.”
Luc guides my hand, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and I feel the heat of him, the softness of skin over hardness. He exhales through his nose, his eyes slipping shut as he leans into the contact, thrusting in tiny, exploratory movements into my hand.
With his hand over mine, he continues to guide the movement, and the tension melts from his features as his mouth parts in pleasure.
His other hand moves back between my thighs, and even though I’m still sensitive, it still feels way too good. We’re both touching each other now, learning and exploring, our bodies tangled and breaths ragged.
It’s clumsybut so damn hot.
As our lips meet again, I realize I’ve never felt closer to another human in my life. Luc’s breath hitches every time he moves my hand just right, and my body is buzzing, burning, every nerve alive beneath his fingers. I never thought I’d feel this kind of connection again, after everything, after what happened, after losing so much. I didn’t think there’d be room in me for this kind of softness.
But here he is, and here I am.
I’m not afraid.
I want him.
Not because I think I should or because he expects it, but because I trust him, and this feels right.
This is mine to choose.
“Luc…” I pant against his mouth. “I want to try. You said we can stop if it doesn’t feel good, right?”
“Yes, we can stop anytime.” Luc’s hips still move up and down, pushing and pulling back in my grip. “You just say the word, and I’ll stop. I promise.”
I nod, and he presses one finger inside me slowly, groaning when it sinks in fully. The stretch makes me gasp, and his hand goes from the top of mine over his cock to cup my cheek, steadying me.
“Shh,” he soothes, his lips grazing mine as his thumb circles my clit, making me shudder. “I know,bébé,I know.”
Then a second finger joins the first, and I suck in a sharp breath. It burns a little, but it’s also amazing. I shift my hips experimentally, almost copying him. It feelsgood. Full. And soon enough, I strain for him,for more,and he reads it, slipping in a third finger.
I whimper at the stretch, and he stills, his eyes locked on mine.
“Does it still feel good?” he asks softly.
I nod, my voice catching before I can get the words out. “Yeah, it does.”
He withdraws slowly and reaches for his bag beside the blanket, rummaging one-handed until he finds a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, and a shiver races down my spine when he purses his mouth and blows the torn packet away.
Before he can roll it on, I touch his wrist. “Luc, I can’t get pregnant.”
He stills, eyes meeting mine. “Because of the crash?”
I nod, my throat tight. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin the mood?—”
“Don’t be sorry,” he says easily, but he keeps stroking my clit with his thumb, making it hard to think. “I’m just sorry you had to go through that. Did Greer not use one?”
“No.” My face heats. “He didn’t. I didn’t think…”
“That’s not on you.” Luc kisses the corner of my mouth, then lower, across my jaw. “But I’m not risking you before I know for sure.” I’m back to squirming, desperate under his touch. “We’re getting tested tomorrow, after your appointment, okay?” he murmurs, nosing at my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “So I can slide into that perfect littlechatteraw as soon as possible.”
The words, thethought,have me convulsing in his arms.
