“I love you so fucking much, Sweetheart.”
I felt the tightening of her body as she heard my words and her hands pushed at my chest until I pulled my head back.
Shit.
I hadn’t planned on letting that slip from my mouth, but I needed her to know.
I was hers. Completely and undeniably hers to do with as she pleased, even if that meant she could never forgive me for how I had hurt her. I would still be right here, by her side.
Because she owned me.
My body. My soul. My fucking heart and everything it held within its chambers.
It was for her.
“L-Lucas. Don’t-”
I shook my head and dropped it to rest against hers, my straining cock be damned.
This moment needed to happen before anything else because this would be what I remembered as the instant I gave myself back to her, for eternity.
Even if the disease that ravaged my body took me tomorrow, I would always be with her.
A lifetime would never be long enough for me to love this girl.
But eternity would last forever.
I knew that deep within the recesses of my soul.
“I’m a fool of a man, Kaelyn. I won’t lie to you and tell you that I will never hurt you again because I may. But I can promise you that as long as you let me, I’ll love you with everything I have. Because I love you. Always have, Sweetheart.”
Her eyes never left mine as they filled with moisture and open love for me, the warmth that lay there covering me in that moment we shared.
“I never stopped loving you, Lucas Jones. No matter what comes next for us, honey, I’ll love you through it.”
I drove into her with one smooth stroke, not being able to stop myself from claiming her for even a second longer and we both stilled at the contact. She gasped, I groaned. I stilled, she grabbed at my hips for me to move.
“Fast,” she groaned, as my hands desperately grasped at the pillows while I moved inside of her, each drive deeper, rougher, less gentle than the last.
“Slow,” I murmured. I wrapped my hand around her hip as she tried to move, but I couldn’t let her. I had said I would lose control with her, but I couldn’t now. I had to make love to her.
Her pussy milked me as I loved her, my mouth ravaging hers with even less of the control I held her with and her moans covered the space surrounding us.
“Lucas,” she gasped against our kiss, her panting breath in my ear.
“Yes, Sweetheart,” I whispered, pushing into her on a sharp drive, my spine tingling as my control began to slip away again. She whimpered as I pulled out of her depths, her warm mouth nipping at my chest in her need for me.
“Gonna come, honey.”
I picked up my pace then, desperation to give her everything I had.
“Oh, right there!” She screamed in my ear as I rubbed her clit with my thumb, felt the tightening of her muscles around me. She called my name as if a prayer as she gave, her body going lax and her eyes falling closed as she fell into the oblivion I had given her.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
My spine sparked and I fell against her, coming deep inside of her as I gave her every fucking drop I had.
Her eyes blinked open and she pulled my head into her chest, covering my mouth with her sweet taste once more.
“Love you,” she whispered as she drifted, her gorgeous eyes falling shut.
My chest twisted fiercely with love for her as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and whispered it back to her.
“Moon, baby.”
I bit my lip in concentration as my eyes roamed over the features of his face, as if I just looked at him long enough, I could make it last forever.
I had wasted so much time protecting my heart from him, from the love he could give me. I hadn’t been able to see what was standing right in front of me every single time he showed up on my doorstep and hit me with his olive eyes. Every time he sat in the back of the lobby in my café in town, his heated gaze watching me.
I saw it now.
He was the man I loved.
The man that would love me with his whole heart and protect me with his last breath.
I could have lost him.
The truth he had hit me with in the past twenty-four hours should have scared me away. It should have terrified me and it should have caused me to shield my heart even more than I already had.
Yet, it didn’t. Because I knew the man and I knew his heart.
And I loved him.
I couldn’t deny it anymore.
Lucas’ arms stretched over his head, causing the muscles in his chest to tighten, becoming so obvious I itched to graze my fingers over them. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he smiled. The sight of it so irresistibly beautiful that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning up on my elbows and pressing a light kiss on his cheek as he woke.
Olive eyes deep as the sea opened and smiled at me, too.
“Good morning, Sweetheart.”
Pressing my hand to the center of his chest, I nodded.
“Did you sleep?” I felt the rush of blood to my cheeks as I blushed. He had caught me.
I had been ogling him all morning.
“Some,” I said, planting a light kiss to his chest before slipping out from under the sheets to start my day.
Lucas’ hand caught mine and worried eyes searched my face.
“Where are you going?”
“Breakfast.”
As his stomach grumbled, a giggle left me.
Excitement hummed in my veins at the idea of cooking for him again.
He had always loved to watch me cook.
And we had always had so much fun in the kitchen.
“You’re blushing, Kel,” he said to me, pulling me into his arms once he had his jeans on, his warm gaze roaming over me like a caress.
“I was thinking about the kitchen,” I breathed, pulling him toward the door of the bedroom before I decided against it.
Last night we made love. I hadn’t expected it to be like it was, but that didn’t surprise me much with this man. If memory served me right, he had a tendency to change his mind the moment we were naked.
“Hmm,” he groaned, his voice rough in my ear as he pressed us to the closest wall, his breath against my skin instantly making me want him all over again.
“I seem to remember doing quite a few naughty things with you.”
His mouth came down to my chest and he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, sparks of pleasure exploding beneath my eyelids at the contact.
Jesus, he had the best mouth.
And hands.
And . . .
I looked down and saw the strain in his jeans, his desire for me as clear as day.
“I wonder, Sweetheart,” another open mouthed kiss landed across my breast while he tortured my other peak with teasingly slow touches.
“Oh, Lucas . . .”
“Do you have whipped cream in that fridge?”
I drew a blank as all I could seem to focus on were the tantalizing licks of his tongue covering my nipples and hardening the peaks at the contact. Warm and full, my craving for him pooled in the very core of me and what sounded like a whimper left me when he cruelly took his mouth away.
Bastard.
“Kel,” he breathed, his cinnamon breath falling over my neck in a rush of sensation.
“Kaelyn.” He kissed my throat roughly, smoothing the sting of his stubble with a gentle lick of his tongue.
“Anne.” Another bite, another lick.
“Jones.”
My mind cleared at the last name I hadn’t used in years, my eyes popping open to meet the intensity of his stare.
Wait, had he asked me something?
Lucas’ brow raised and I remembered.
Whipped cream.
Oh, my.
“It’s on the door, next to the syr
up and . . .”
Lucas’ hunger filled eyes lit up like it was Christmas and slowly, his arms fell from me.
“Stay here.”
I did, watching his sexy as hell backside walk away from me and towards my fridge.
As he opened it, I risked a glance to the time on the oven clock.
It was barely two in the afternoon and it felt as if days had passed in the time we’d spent together.
“Ah, here it is.”
Lucas came straight back to me and the promise of naughty things in his eyes made my core clench in anticipation.
“Bed,” he growled, the sound so sexy I had to kiss him.
My mouth swept over his and his impatient grasp moved to my ass as he hoisted me back up his large frame, never for a second letting go of me as he climbed the stairs and back to the bedroom.
I spoke against his lips on a whisper, not wanting to part from the decadent taste of kissing him.
“Wanted to cook for you, Lucas.”
He nipped my lip playfully and I felt his smile against our kiss and my chest warmed at the sight of it.
“Later.”
“But-”
I heard the sound of him kicking my door and I giggled at his impatience.
“You’re going to break my door,” I whispered and he shrugged.
“It’s replaceable.”
Tilting my head to the side as I dropped to the mattress with a light thud, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“Close your eyes, Sweetheart,”
I blinked and my gaze fell to the can of whipped cream in his hand.
“What are you gonna do with that, honey?”
Smiling a sinfully attractive smile, he shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“Come on, Kaelyn. Don’t you want to play?”
God, I did.
I wanted everything with him.
From now on, I was his.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I closed my eyes, excitement and a deep need for him uncurling within my belly as I did so.
I could almost feel the aura of attraction thicken around us as he dropped his knees onto the bed, the large palms of his hands smoothed up my thigh and he nudged them open to him. My heart doubled its pace as my body fell open to his roaming gaze.
For the first time in a long time, I felt unsure of my beauty as he looked at me. I knew my body wasn’t the same as it had once been and I had accepted that fact a long time ago.
Having two babies would do that to a girl and I thought myself lucky to be graced with only a few extra pounds around my waist, a handful of stretch marks on my skin, and a small scar on my stomach from the c section I had when Avery was born.
I knew I was beautiful, but something about being open to his gaze like this had the desire to cover myself rising in me.
“Don’t you dare, Kaelyn.”
Lucas’ rough voice was against my ear and his hands against each of my breasts as I covered them with my own. Maybe it had been unintentional, but I instantly regretted my self-doubt.
“Kel,” he breathed, the word filled with affection for me.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me? I can’t breathe at the sight of you. You have completely bewitched me, your beauty, your strength, your kindness—it consumes me. Don’t ever doubt that.”
I opened my eyes and was immediately captivated by his heated gaze, the brush of his thumb over my lip stirring my attraction for him even as my heart filled with love I had been too scared to admit for so long.
“Thank you.”
Satisfied with my answer his mouth swept back down my torso, the slow sweep of his tongue against my skin causing my core to rush with so much need.
“Gorgeous.”
He breathed the word into the skin between my thighs as he urged me to spread my legs for him. When I did, the sensation of cool whipped cream just above my hot center made me call out for him.
“Lucas! God, that’s-”
Humming against the skin of my belly, I felt him grin.
“Cold?”
The moment he covered me with his wet mouth, the heat of his breath caused my hunger for him to reach a new peak and my hands desperately grasped the back of his neck as he ate at me. Lush licks and tantalizing kisses spurred my desire into a storm that only he could put out and he sure as hell knew it.
“Luke, you’re torturing me. Please.”
“Patience.”
I felt another rush of the cool sensation over my skin, but this time, it was inside of my center where I so needed his mouth to grace me. My blood heated at the thought of him tasting me there.
God, I wanted him so badly I ached with it.
“Now,” I breathed and then his mouth was on me.
Sweeping his tongue inside of me, Lucas claimed me in yet another way.
The pull of his lips caused me to arch my back and my hands fell to my breasts.
I felt his gaze on me and the sharp tug of his lips as his mouth covered my clit.
And I fell.
A million sparks gathered within my core as I came, the scream of his name falling from my lips the only thing I could seem to make sense of.
Lucas continued to lick my moisture away, his mouth ravaging, adoring, and succulent at my center.
As my breaths came back to a normal pace, I blinked down to him and bit my lip.
“I’m a mess,” I whispered, knowing that he had just made a mess across my sheets. I didn’t care at that moment because I was thoroughly spent. His mouth slowly moved up my body teasingly and my arms wrapped around his taut shoulders the moment he was within reach.
“Hey, Sweetheart.”
I raised my head from the pillow and kissed him. The sweet taste of him and my own juices causing the heat in our kiss to heighten and his arms to tighten around me possessively.
I could have stayed in his arms like that forever, but I knew in a few short hours our girls would be home.
“Join me for a shower?”
Lucas looked down at me with soft affection pouring from him, his mouth coming down gently to my forehead and he nodded against me.
“Lead the way.”
The hot water felt heavenly as Lucas led me inside the stream. He reached a long, tanned arm across my waist and as he poured a dollop of my strawberry scented body wash in his palm, his eyes held mine. The shadows I had seen in his eyes the previous day had come to the surface of his gaze and as if upon instinct, I reached out for him. Pressing my palm to the center of his chest, I waited. I knew he would tell me everything and I knew what was brewing inside of him was fear. It was as clear as day in those olive eyes of his. I just wanted to take it away from him. He’d fought through this storm, this fight all by himself and now that I was here with him, I just wanted him to let me carry some of the load. If only he would let me.
“Honey,” I whispered, pulling him to me without one care of the body wash he held. It clattered to the floor, but I couldn’t care. I needed him to look at me again. I needed to erase his demons in the only way I knew how.
My palms moved up to his face and as I tipped his head down to look at me, I saw the moisture gathering in his deep, soulful eyes. It felt as if my heart broke in two at the sight.
He had always been my strength, my rock, my protector, my shield from how cruel the world had been when I was just a teenager and my brother had been taken from me. But now as I saw him break down, I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t take seeing his pain.
Hurt.
Raw.
Broken.
He had been stripped of his strength in the fear that stormed inside of him and I knew I was the one that could take some of it away.
“L-Lucas.”
Gently, I pulled his head to my chest and curled my arms over his shoulders and as they shook under my fingers, I held him there as he let it all go.
He didn’t have to be strong now because I would
be his rock. His strength. His savior.
“I could lose you, Kaelyn. I could forget you entirely, forget every moment, every fucking second . . . it would all be gone . . .”
His chest moved rapidly against me as he struggled to gather his emotions. I tasted his tears as I kissed his face over and over, in hopes that I could take his pain away with my love.
I’m gonna love you through it, Lucas. I promise you. I won’t ever let you slip away again.
We belong together.
Those three words wrapped around my heart and gave me strength as he whispered his fears to me in the dimly lit shower stall, opening the last shred of his heart to me.
“I could lose my ability to speak to you, to whisper to you at night and sing to our girls in the mornings . . .”
I hushed him gently, my arms wrapping around his large frame as far as they would go until our embrace became unbreakable and as he clung to me, I did the same.
“I could forget my whole life, Kel.”
The need for me to understand was potent within the tremors in his voice and not being able to go without his eyes any longer, I loosened my arms around him and pulled his head up with gentle fingers.
“I’m going to love you through it, honey. If you forget me, I will help you remember. If you can’t see, I will show you with my own. And Lucas, if all I can do is hold your hand through this, I will do that.”
His eyes closed as he nodded, and I felt the tension of his fear leave him as he dipped his mouth to mine in a soul rending kiss. The way he kissed me seemed to heal my soul from his pain and as he lifted me up and against the shower door and pushed his straining cock inside of me, I moaned his name. The gathering of hot desire within me unfurled within my belly as he owned me, heart, body, and soul. Everything I had to give, I gave it to him as he loved me slowly, reverently, passionately. I pressed my mouth to his heart as I came and felt our souls connect as he let go with me, my name a prayer upon his lips.
“Love you so fucking much, Kaelyn. I’m a broken man, but with you, I feel whole.”
Warm tears slid down my cheeks as he dragged his thick shaft out of my channel almost completely, then slammed back inside of me on a quick thrust that stole my breath away.
“Give me one more, Sweetheart,” he begged, his voice a sexy plea in my ear and I couldn’t resist it.
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