Page 14 of His Perfect Woman

I sank my head back against the mattress, blowing out a big gush of air. He thought it all seemed so simple, but it sounded like a big, huge mess to me. It was almost laughable to hear his “What could go wrong?” tone of voice. Everything. Everything could go wrong.

But with each kiss down my body, I cared less. His big hands spread across my stomach, then down to tug at the waist of my panties. I squirmed under his grip as he began teasing the mound above my wet, tingling bundle of nerves that was aching for his touch.

“You’re sure this is a good idea? To just...dive into this all of a sudden?” It hit me in waves—the relentless questions swirling through my mind.

He smirked up at me, and I almost wanted to smack that tempting, devilish grin right off his face. He was so sure of everything. Too confident and just asking for trouble. “You want a baby, right? And you know how babies are made…”

“Yes, I just thought…”

He kissed deeper along my inner thigh.

“I thought...there’d be a process...like...rules...a plan…”

He yanked down my panties and ran his hot tongue over me from top to bottom. It felt so surreal and impossibly good. “Fuck rules,” he growled against my skin. “Let me make you feel good. We’ll worry about the rest later.”

There was a tug inside. Something that reminded me we needed to stop. This was not what I’d called him over for...I didn’t think. And this was not the smart way to go about this...but then he lapped me up again and I suddenly only had one resounding thought that rang out louder than everything else—Fuck rules.

He sucked me into his mouth and I writhed against him. But it wasn’t what I wanted. Not right then. I had been too busy with work to get laid in a while, and while he was skilled with his mouth...that was something I wanted to explore later. Right then, I wanted what only he could do.

“I want you inside of me,” I begged in between whimpering breaths. Words I never thought I’d hear myself saying to Lucas.

He responded, working his way back up my body with nipping kisses. Our mouths crashed together again while our bodies melded together—lining up for what was about to come.

He quickly took off his pants and boxers, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his throbbing erection. I’d always assumed he was well hung. Most guys with an ego his size were, but...good god. It was even bigger and more deliciously perfect than I ever imagined.

He nudged himself between my thighs, teasing me with the tip. I bucked my hips toward him with insatiable, impatient need. With one hand wrapped around my hip, he thrust inside of me—deep, filling me completely. He stretched me in all the right ways, and I had to close my eyes to distract myself from the fact that it was Lucas moving inside of me.

We settled into a perfect rhythm—greedy, but steady. I was so slick as my clenching muscles slid across him, in and out. I moaned and thrashed against the sheets, relishing in the push and pull against every nerve inside of me that was bursting with pleasure.

He kept one hand by my face—brushing my cheek, gripping my neck, pulling my hair. God, he knew just how rough to be, mixed with the perfect amount of tenderness. No wonder he was such a heartbreaker. This could become very addicting way too fast.

I caught one of his fingers as it teased around my mouth. I sucked it in, eliciting a hissing groan from between his teeth. Our eyes met, and I was still in shock it was him, but fuck, it felt so good!

I swirled my tongue around his finger tip, which he drew out and moved down to my clit. He rubbed in circles, sending me too close to the edge. That one touch was all it took and my whole body was filled with want...more, more, more...until an orgasm ripped through me with fury.

He pounded into me harder, guiding me up and deeper as I crashed through the rise and fall. I felt him twitching and heard his manly cries of pleasure as he filled me with a hot burst, the sensation of which only made me cum harder.

It was sensation overload as he convulsed inside of me, grinding against my clit to finish me off until we were both milked of every last drop. Every last morsel of pleasure we could drag out of each other.

I laid there, limp and silent, unable to resist the urge to drag my fingernails down his back. His bare flesh was so warm against mine, soothing in combination with the fading intensity.

“Oh,” I blurted in disbelief.

“‘O’ is right.” He laughed, slowly pulling out of me. Our eyes locked again as we both gasped at the withdrawal, before he rolled over beside me. “Two big ‘O’s in fact.”

“That was…”

“Fucking incredible,” he finished for me.

All I could do was nod in agreement, and I knew that I was wholeheartedly agreeing to everything in that moment. How could I not sign up for more of that? Caution be damned.

8

Lucas

I was hit by an unfamiliar swell of comfort the moment I woke up. But the smell was familiar...Victoria’s signature jasmine and vanilla perfume. Her warm skin draped across mine was not the kind of contact that usually came with it, though. I got that smell in passing—in small, tolerable bursts. I wasn’t used to it filling every fiber of me, drawing me to life. Like the smell of coffee in the morning.

I looked down at her body, nuzzled into my side. It was the kind of thing I had dreamed about, but never thought would actually happen. I was kicking myself. She was right. We should have talked more the night before. I shouldn’t have just barreled in here and tumbled straight into bed with her.

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