Chemistry: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by J. P. Nicholas

  I reach upward, desperate for contact. To feel connected. To feel him. I slide my fingers through his hair, enjoying the smoothness of the thick waves as they move under my palms like fine silk. Clasping my hands on the back of his head, I guide his mouth to mine.

  I kiss him slowly. Deeply. Savoring each delicious moment and taking what I desire with each greedy pull of his tongue. He moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound with pride, loving that I caused it.

  I gasp as he drags his finger across the damp panel of my panties.

  “Fuuuuuck, you’re soaked,” he groans against my lips, his voice thick.

  “Yes,” I keen as he kisses his way from my lips to my neck, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. Carefully, he slips a finger under the waistband and grazes my swollen clit with his knuckle. I bite down hard on my bottom lip as an electric charge surges down my spine.

  I meet his gaze. His wicked grin is full of sex and promise. And it’s beyond exciting. He doesn’t break eye contact as he brings his mouth to my cotton boyshorts. His hot breath sets me on fire everywhere as it caresses me. I try to lift my hips—to grant myself the sweet, sweet friction he is depriving me. But he stops me, pressing his hands against my inner thighs to pin me down.

  “Allow me,” he teases, making me pout.

  “I fucking love that you have cartoon cupcakes on your underwear,” he says with a laugh as he starts to pull them down my legs. With one hand still on my thigh, he extends his other to my bra. He flips the hook, dragging it off my arms before he tosses it to the floor in a flurry.

  “There, now you’re naked and ready for me.”

  Anxious, I tug on the fabric of his shirt. “Your turn.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Fair enough.”

  The only thing hotter than Lucas in a well-fitted T-shirt is watching him take it off. I enjoy every second of watching him as he lifts his hands behind his head and yanks his shirt off in one fluid motion. Butterflies swoosh in my stomach. Damn you, butterflies. You have no place here. Go away!

  Unable to take it anymore, I frantically unbutton his belt and yank his pants off. I smile as I see the outline of his arousal as it causes tension in his black boxer briefs.

  He flicks up a brow as if to say will you do me the honor? I accept his unspoken challenge. Sitting up, I grab the elastic waistband on both sides of his hips and tug them down. His cock springs into action, smacking hard against his abs. I stretch my hand out to stroke it, but he snatches my wrist.

  “Later,” he smirks. “I haven’t made you come yet.”

  His words are like an orgasm itself, deep, abrupt, and rough. He swallows, his eyes dragging down the length of me, making me feel desired.

  With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me as I recline back onto the bed again. When I’m pressed back against the mattress, he slips his hand out from under me.

  He hooks my leg over his shoulder, kissing his way from my knee up the inside of my thigh. When he’s had his fill, he places my leg back down. I spread them farther apart, making room for him. He takes notice of my warm welcome. Now, his broad shoulders are between my thighs while his mouth is about to kiss my hotspot.

  “Don’t make me wait,” I command, surprising myself at my own candor.

  “As you wish,” he whispers under his breath. That same breath tickles my entrance, making me writhe under his touch.

  I loll my head back and hum as his tongue presses into my center, giving my slit a long, thorough lick. He is relentless, dirty, and shameless as his tongue mercilessly fucks me, and his lips devour me. The rough stubble on his jawline scrapes against my inner thighs. Desire boils in my blood. I want this man. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. And that frightens me.

  But I force the unwelcome thought away. I want to get lost—lost in the moment. Lost in the sensations. Lost in Lucas.

  His thumb rubs up and down my slit as he eases his fingers inside of me. That wicked mouth of his finds my clit and blows against it. When he suckles it into his mouth, his teeth graze it ever so slightly. I’m blinded by lust.

  “Lucas,” I whimper. My head lolls back as my muscles clench around him.

  He continues to suck me harder, fuck me deeper. I close my eyes, absorbing the sensation for a few moments. I can feel my release building in my core. I’m close. So damn close.

  I grab him by the hair, using it as reins as I rock into his face. My clit swells, begging for release. The orgasm is painfully intense as it rips through me. His name is a scream on my lips as I come undone. Releasing my grasp on his hair, I let my limbs fall to my side. My body is still enjoying each pleasurable aftershock as Lucas brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth.

  And fuck if that’s not the most delightfully sinful thing I have ever seen.

  He flashes me a devastating grin, complete with one of those sexy as fuck dimples. Those whiskey eyes burn with passion and shine with trust. My heart soars at the sight of him. So vulnerable. So trusting. So…Lucas.

  He places his hands behind his head, giving me free rein to play his body like an instrument. And I plan to do just that.

  “I’m all yours, babe. Do dirty things to me.” He winks, flashing me that boy-next-door smile that would drive any woman wild as he lazily strokes his cock.

  “Allow me,” I say, taking his long, warm dick in my hand.

  “Goddamn, Chloe,” he grumbles. I can feel his shaft harden even more under my caresses.

  With my other hand, I scratch my fingernails over every one of his abs. The muscles flex under my touch. Lucas lets out a low, appreciative whistle.

  Dipping my head lower, I lick the underside of his cock from root to tip. I brush a liquid bead off the tip with my thumb.

  “I guess I’m not the only one who’s wet,” I remark, a devilish smile curling my lips. Parting my lips, I lean forward and engulf the crown of his cock.

  “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop,” he grunts as I slide him deeper down my throat, taking every inch of him and then easing him back out again. I pick up the pace, going faster and faster, drawing out noises and grunts from deep within him that I’ve never heard another human make before. They’re feral. Boisterous. And music to my ears. I’m willing to go all the way—to give him the kind of white-hot, bone-melting pleasure that he gave me. After all, he deserves it. That was the greatest orgasm of my life. It’s only fair that I return the favor.

  He places his hands on the sides of my face and holds me still. “I have to stop you there, beautiful. Don’t wanna come until I’m inside you.”

  I recline myself back onto the bed, eager and ready. I want to feel him like this. Be with him like this. To be connected to him so deeply, so passionately, so intimately. I need to be whisked away and drowned by the allure and charm that is Lucas Ashford. To let everything, every feeling, every kiss, every touch, wash over me.

  The sound of the crumpling foil wrapper excites me. I glance in his direction, watching him roll the condom down his shaft. When he’s fully sheathed, he flashes me a mischievous grin. Christ, his grin is magnetic. My eyes can’t help but be drawn to it. To analyze the way it curls at the corners of his mouth. The way it perfectly complements those sexy dimples of his. How great it looks on him as he wears it. It’s just so goddamn sexy.

  He’s so sexy like this. With his hard cock in his hand and his body looming over me. His voice is raw when he speaks, a deep contrast to the concern flickering in his eyes.

  “Do you need me to take it slow? You mentioned that it’s been a while.”

  He remembers? He actually remembered that. The walls I built around my heart are starting to crumble for this man. I can feel their foundations cracking with each thoughtful moment like this.

  “I-I don’t know,” I say honestly.

  He leans down over me, our eyes locked, our lips hovering, breaths mingling. “If anything hurts, I want you to tell me. Promise?”

  I nod. “Promise.”

  Lucas cups my chee
ks in his palms and kisses me tenderly. It’s brief but pleasant.

  After breaking the kiss, Lucas runs the head of his cock over my clit a couple of times, horrendously teasing me before he decides finally to slide into me. He tilts his head back and releases a long, sensuous groan.

  I dig my teeth into my bottom lip as my muscles clench around him. He stills, darting his eyes back up to me. I nod, reassuring him that I’m fine before he continues, consuming me with a single dominating thrust. I let out a moan when his pulsating cock is fully seated within the confinement of my walls.

  He shifts his weight, so his pelvis grazes against my clit with each slow thrust.

  “Oh, just like that,” I urge, practically begging him to continue.

  Slowly, he eases out of me. I know he’s taking his time for me, but I don’t know how much longer I can handle this glacial pace. I roll my hips, taking him deeper and causing him to let out a raspy moan.

  "Fuck, this feels so good."

  His lips find mine as he picks up the pace gradually. I swallow his breaths, savoring the taste of him as he’s stealing every one of my sounds greedily into his mouth.

  I can feel his abs tighten as his hips rock forward. I continue rolling my body into him as he bucks into me, both our motions hard and desperate. He breaks the kiss on a grunt, eases out faster, and pushes into me harder, providing more friction. I melt under him, chanting his name through my pants like a plea falling my lips. Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.

  Based on the lopsided, prideful grin currently occupying his face, I don’t think he minds it—not one bit. I throw my head back and close my eyes, allowing myself to revel in each ardent sensation.

  Pressure builds low in my belly as it tightens. With the way my clit rubs against his pelvis with each shift of our hips, I know I'm near the edge. He knows it too. Desperate for release, I latch onto his hair, prompting him to increase his speed and vigor.

  “I’m close,” I pant. “So damn close.”

  His fingers tighten on my hips as he thrusts harder. Thrust after obliterating thrust, each one feels deeper and harder than its predecessor.

  “Lucas,” I call out as my orgasm blasts through me. My body convulses as the aftershocks hit.

  He bites out a dirty expletive as he pumps into me erratically, chasing his own release. I fist the sheets, holding on as he lets go. He jerks inside me as my muscles clench around him tightly. Lucas collapses on top of me, spent. Sweat slicks his forehead, plastering down loose strands of his hair. Reaching to the side, he closes his hands over mine, bowing his head to press a kiss against my knuckles. Then, his fiery eyes flip up to mine.

  “Holy shit. That was incredible.” His voice is husky as he wraps his hands around the back of my head and drags his lips to mine. This kiss, so sweet and tender, takes me back to a place I haven’t been in a long time. A place I never realized I missed so much. Maybe a place I want to be again…with someone. With him.

  He gets off of me, disposes of the condom, and brings a warm washcloth back from the bathroom to clean me up. It feels heavenly as he rubs it against my folds. When he’s finished, he goes back to the bathroom to drop off the washcloth and makes his way back to me. The entire time, I’m enjoying the sight of him naked.

  Lucas plops his large, muscular body back onto the bed beside me. He slinks his arm around me, his lips grazing my ear as he tucks me closer to his side. Tingles run down my scalp as I feel his fingertips gently stroking my hair.

  “I love the way you make me feel,” he admits, still trying to catch his breath. How can he say things like that so effortlessly? As if his words aren’t heavy or loaded with such meaning? Being this genuine, this open, this vulnerable is just his nature…or so I’m learning.

  This man. This passionate, thoughtful, affectionate man. He’s making it really hard not to fall for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chloe

  I wish I could stay right here, tucked into this handsome man’s side with my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heart pound enthusiastically in my ear. I wish that this moment would last forever but hate knowing that it can’t.

  I wince as my stomach grumbles loudly. Our bodies shake with mirth as Lucas laughs.

  “On that note, I should check on the chicken.” He leans down and presses his lips against my forehead.

  I miss his warmth as he slides out from under my touch and shimmies off the bed. I roll over onto my side, admiring the view of his muscular ass as he scours the floor in search of his boxer briefs.

  “Please, take your time,” I tease, a wicked grin plastered on my face.

  He glances over his shoulder, winks, and then shakes his ass just for me. And it is magnificent, glorious, and any other adjective used to describe all the greatest Roman gladiators.

  “I’d love to. But the sooner we fuel up, the sooner we can go for round two.” I can see him reflect back on what he just said. He draws his brows tighter on his forehead and runs a hand through his sex messed hair. “If you want to, that is.”

  I flash him a reassuring smile. “I want to.”

  When he finally finds what he’s looking for, I watch that incredible ass of his disappear into his boxer briefs. He makes a show of slapping his ass cheek just to get a rise out of me. It freaking works. My laughter amplifies through the room, bouncing off the walls. He turns around to admire his handiwork as I clutch my side.

  “I love it when you laugh,” he professes before darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. “We’ve got two choices here. I can bring dinner to you, or you can join me out there. Lady’s choice.”

  I ponder it for a moment. As much as I love the idea of staying in this nice warm bed and getting fed, I would be so freaked out trying not to spill anything that I wouldn’t really enjoy it. So, I guess I have to do it the old-fashioned way and join him at the table.

  “I’ll join you.”

  “Sounds good. It should be ready in fifteen.”

  I stay there for a little while longer after Lucas leaves the room to collect my thoughts. It was foolish for me to think, even just for a second, that I could fuck my attraction for Lucas out of my system. The man is too endearing to ignore and too impossible not to like. I’ve tried to take my mind off of this absolutely inconvenient connection to him for the past several weeks. Nothing works. Nothing ever works.

  Lately, he’s been taking up more real estate in my thoughts than I would prefer. I constantly have him on my mind. And it doesn’t appear that’s going to change anytime soon, especially after tonight.

  Once I have my bra and panties back on, I stare at my sweater and jeans on the floor. I really don’t want to put them back on—especially if we shoot for round two. But I don’t want to risk eating dinner and ruining my only comfortable lace bra. As if he’s read my mind, Lucas calls out from the kitchen.

  “Feel free to slip on anything of mine you find comfortable.”

  I take him up on his offer, cutting through the master bathroom to get to his closet. As I walk past each option, I run my hands over the fabrics. Some are cold, others warm, most soft. Everything in here looks pricey. It would seem that Lucas doesn’t shop at a budget store. Or if he does, it certainly doesn’t show.

  When nothing catches my eye, I just grab a comfy sweater and drape it over my head. It feels like a warm hug, and it smells like him. A perfect combination, if I do say so myself. Hopefully, it’s not super expensive. Cuz the last thing I want is to ruin his clothes.

  By the time I make my way to the kitchen to join Lucas, I find dinner is prepared, and the table is set. Lucas stands up. He’s still only clad in his boxer briefs. Taking a sidestep, he pulls out a chair for me. Once I’m seated, he scoots me in, then takes his own seat.

  “Buon appetito!” Lucas enthuses.

  I tilt my head, studying him. “You speak Italian?”

  He shakes his head. “No. Just the bits and pieces I remember from college.”

  I dip my gaze to the plate. The chicken is set
over linguine pasta, with mushrooms and the marsala sauce poured over it. It smells amazing, and I’d bet anything that it tastes even better.

  “Color me impressed. You do know how to use a kitchen,” I jest, swatting at his shoulder.

  “Wait till you taste it,” he grins salaciously.

  He eyes me carefully as I cut off a forkful and place it in my mouth. The flavor hits me almost immediately as it sizzles on my tongue. The chicken is so tender and juicy by itself, but combined with the marsala wine-soaked pasta and mushrooms…it elevates the entire meal to the next level. I hum my approval. When I swallow the first forkful, I voice it.

  “Damn, this is delicious.”

  His smile is infectious as it stretches across his lips. “I’m glad you like it.”

  As the meal continues, I can’t fight my curiosity any longer. I’ve been dying to know this about him since the day I met him.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  Lucas pauses for a moment and sets down his fork. Then he gives me his undivided attention. “Of course. I’m an open book. Ask me anything.”

  “What’s your deal?”

  He tilts his head and quirks a brow. “My deal?”

  “Yeah, an attractive guy like you.” I start counting off my fingers as I list his many positive attributes. “You’re intelligent, thoughtful, great with kids, sexy as hell, and you can cook.”

  “Go on,” he goads, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. Whether he is trying to distract me or he is just being flirty, I don’t know. But I won’t be deterred.

  “Don’t sidestep the question, Mr. Open Book,” I counter playfully.

  He crosses his arms over his chest. “Sorry, I’m not really sure what you’re asking me.”

  I stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase. “How is it you’re still single?”

  His jaw flexes, bringing out the flickering sorrow in his eyes. My heart softens at his forlorn expression. I wasn’t expecting this. Perhaps I went too hard, too fast. But it’s too late to take it back. The words already fell from my mouth. And now I’m in this until the end.