by Rivi Jacks
My legs are trembling as I dazedly meet his gaze. My sex-addled brain struggles with understanding why he’s stopped.
“My pants,” he clarifies.
I suddenly know what I want more than my own release as I drop down to my knees in front of him, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Lucas puts his hand on the back of my head. “Sofie.” My name is a sigh on his lips.
I push his jeans and underwear down his legs and his erection springs free. Long, hard, and—big! Can I do this? I have a moment’s hesitation before I scoot forward on my knees. I lean in and lick the tip, giggling when it jerks in reaction. I glance up to catch the knowing smile on Lucas’ face. Holding his smoky gaze, I brazenly grasp his erection in my hand and feel it grow even larger as I lean close. I swirl my tongue around the tip and then suck him into my mouth, my lips closing around the tip.
“Slow, sweet,” Lucas directs, his voice hoarse.
Instinct kicks in, and I suck him harder, closing my eyes as I pull him in deeper. He tastes so good.
“Sofie,” he groans in a ragged voice, his hand clutching my hair tightly. I tip my head slightly and look back up at him. He’s watching me, his eyes burning molten silver. Oh, my. I love being able to pleasure him like this. It’s a turn on knowing he likes my mouth doing wicked things to him.
I pull back, swirling my tongue around the head of his erection and then suck hard again, pulling him in even deeper. I pull my head back letting him slide out of my mouth to the tip and then suck him forcefully back to the back of my throat. Mmmm…
“Sofie,” Lucas cries hoarsely, and then he’s gripping my arms, pulling me to my feet. I let my teeth gently graze the length of him as he slides from my mouth. Lucas groans loudly and grasps my hands in one of his behind my back. His free hand delves into my hair at the back of my head, tugging to tip my face up as he brings his mouth down savagely onto mine. The kiss is hard and passionate, a little rough as his erection presses boldly against my belly. Growling against my lips, he suddenly swings me up into his arms, stepping into the shower.
He leans me against the shower wall as he turns to adjust the water.
My eyes devour his sexy body; his toned back and the muscles that clench and bunch as he leans down. His ass makes my fingers positively itch, and I decide I’m becoming hedonistic as I long to squeeze and grope that firm backside. He looks up suddenly and grins knowingly.
“Like what you see, my sweet?” He winks and then laughs when I blush.
I make a little humpf sound and look away.
I take an unconscious step back when he stands tall and the next thing I know he grips my arms and pulls me toward him, turning me right into the frigid spray of the cascading water. I give a high-pitched screech as the wet cold hits my back and head, cascading down my face.
Lucas turns me away from the water. “Too cold?” His voice holds way too much amusement.
“Yes!” I sputter, pulling from his hold to swat at him. “You did that on purpose!”
He grins and pulls me back.
“Lucas!”
“Shhh… you’ll wake our guests.” I push my dripping hair back off my forehead, and he laughs before leaning over to adjust the water again. I’m not sure why he finds this so funny. He makes a motion for me to step back under, and I reach out to test the water’s temp before gladly stepping into the wet warmth.
“Ready for me to wash your hair?”
I open one eye to see him holding the bottle of shampoo. What’s he up to? I thought he brought me in here for sex. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting to wash your hair, my sweet.”
“Is that right?” I step forward and standing on tiptoe, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He returns the shampoo bottle to the shelf and reaches to lift me, my legs encircling his waist as I lean in to kiss him deeply. He turns, pushing my back against the tiled wall as his hands come up to cradle my face. We kiss with a passionate hunger. I’m breathless when he releases my mouth, my hands moving up into his hair while his lips trail across my jawline to my ear, gently biting the lobe.
“Did you think I brought you in here to have sex?” he asks hoarsely.
“Yes,” I moan, surrendering to the delicious sensations he’s creating as his erection presses against me. I pull back to look at him. “Or did you just bring me in here to drown me under freezing water?”
He laughs loudly, looking sexy as hell.
“Shhh! You’re going to wake the company,” I admonish. I push his hair back off his forehead, running my fingers through the damp strands. His lips twitch. “What’s so funny?” I ask.
“I’m happy.” He leans in and kisses my forehead and then the tip of my nose.
“I’m happy too, Lucas.” My voice sounds a little choked with the sudden emotion of my love for him. “Just—don’t ever leave me again,” I plead.
All humor vanishes, and he lowers his head to put his face on a level with mine, looking intently into my eyes. “I—will never—leave you,” he says firmly. He continues to hold me against the shower wall with his body as his hands clasp either side of my face, his eyes holding mine with smoldering intensity. “You are everything to me, Sofie. The very core of my life.” His brow furrows and his eyes narrow as they gleam in his fervent need for me to understand. “You have made it possible for me to live again, to breathe, and to have hope in a future I’d long given up on.” He rests his forehead against mine, his voice low and husky as he says, “You’ve brought me to life.”
My lips part on a soft intake of breath with his declaration. “I love you, Lucas,” I say, my voice impassioned as my arms wind around his neck. I press my chest to his warm one, and I can feel his heart beating against my breast as I clutch him to me, our lips fusing in mutual passion.
I’m gasping for air when he lets my legs down. I can barely stand after having them wrapped around his waist for so long.
“This is going to be quick, Sofie. Grab hold of those rings up above your head.”
Huh? I look up and sure enough, about an arm’s length above me, attached to the wall of the shower, are two rings set into the tiled wall. I look back at Lucas, surprise on my face with my mouth dropped open.
He grins naughtily and raises my arms up. “Grab hold.” The rings are high, and I have to stretch to reach them. “Now spread your legs. Leave them like that.”
I feel my body flush. This is hot!
“Don’t let go and don’t move your legs, understood?” He gives me a stern look.
“Yes,” I whisper, already panting with my need for him to fill me, to alleviate this constant hunger I have for him.
He runs his hands slowly over my breasts, and I jerk slightly when he pinches my nipples. His hands continue downward across my tautly stretched body to the top of my thighs. I moan softly. He stands between my legs and reaches down to rub my tender clit until I whimper, and then he’s bending his knees, pressing his erection at my entrance as he slowly enters me.
Oh! This position feels good, and I moan as he rubs against a very sensitive spot. He repeatedly strokes that spot until I feel the familiar tightening and let my head fall back, savoring the sensation. When he shifts, straightening his legs, he pushes farther up inside of me.
“Oh!”
“Keep your legs spread,” he orders with a rough growl. He pulls part of the way out of me and then gripping my hips, he surges upward, hard.
“Ahhh!” I pull against the rings as my body bucks against his. He picks up his pace then and is soon thrusting with vigor. I tilt my pelvis and gasp loudly at the intense pleasure this new angle creates.
He growls softly, and reaching up he places his hands over mine, causing him to move even deeper inside of me. I cry out from the exquisite sensation.
I’m standing on my
toes now, and with each thrust, he lifts me up off the floor. The tension is building, and I realize I’m making little mewling sounds. He suddenly reaches down and lifts me up, hooking my legs over the crook of his arms as he cradles my bottom in his hands, legs spread wide on either side of his torso.
“Don’t let go of those rings,” he orders. He steps back pulling my back away from the shower wall, spreading my legs painfully and proceeds to pound into me with a punishing rhythm.
I climax, with my head thrown back, crying out his name, my body stretched tight.
He thrusts twice more and finds his release, emptying himself deep inside me with a feral growl. He lets me down slowly and pulls me close against his body. “I’ll never get enough of you, baby,” he rasps against my neck. And then he’s standing me against the shower wall rubbing my arms and shoulders. He kisses my lips, my neck, and my breasts, sucking my nipples as my body trembles with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m spent, barely holding myself up.
He tips my chin, staring down into my languid eyes, his ablaze with emotion. He suddenly swings me up into his arms and carries me to bed.
I wake with the sensation of being watched. I open my eyes, squinting against the harsh sunshine streaming in through the bedroom windows. We really need curtains in here. Stretching like a cat, I look over to find Lucas watching me intently.
“Hi,” I whisper.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Good morning, my sweet.”
I smile shyly back at him. Then I feel like a black cloud settles over me.
“What’s wrong?” He reaches over and smooths the hair back from my face, searching my eyes.
Today is the day we agreed to talk and bare our souls. “Nothing.” I summon up a smile for him. “Is that bacon I smell?”
He continues to look steadily at me. “Max has breakfast ready,” he finally answers.
“What time is it?”
“After noon.”
“You’re kidding,” I say as I sit up. “Are Maryanne and Walter awake?” Some hostess I am. Of course, it’s Lucas’ fault, keeping me up all night with his sexcapades. I feel myself blush.
“You blush beautifully, my sweet,” he says, giving me the smile I like best, his mouth lifting at one corner in a half smile. He reaches out to stroke his finger down my arm. “Walter has been awake for hours, and he just went upstairs to wake Maryanne.” Lucas stands beside the bed, and I jump up, standing on the mattress to give him a hug.
He hesitates a second before he wraps me in his arms, his hands cupping my bare bottom underneath the t-shirt. “Miss Reece, you are a little minx.” His laugh is a very low-pitched sound deep in his chest, utterly sexy as he pulls me off the bed, swinging me up high, making me squeal and grab hold of his shoulders.
“You think I’d drop you?” He grins.
“Never,” I gasp, “but you can put me down now.”
He does, smiling. “Let’s go to breakfast.”
“Uh… I need…” I say as I move toward the bathroom.
“Would you like for me to wait for you?”
“No, you can go on.”
The minute I look in the bathroom mirror, I’m reminded that my wardrobe options are limited. Damn Lucas and his sucky mouth! My body suddenly feels hot and flushed. I love Lucas’ sucky mouth. Okay Reece, get a grip.
I hurry the best I can, and Maryanne and I happen to meet in the living room on our way to the kitchen.
“I’m starved,” she says as we sit down at the table. Max has outdone himself. There is sausage, bacon, biscuits and gravy, western omelet, various fruits and my favorite—grits.
The three of us eat with relish while Lucas drinks coffee, making plans to take a drive around Sweetwater. Walter also wants to pay the Zelts a visit.
My thoughts keep going to the fact that Lucas and I are supposed to have our talk today. I am so hoping that our little tete`-a-tete´ will be postponed since we have guests. What a freakin’ coward I can be. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, glancing at him. He and Walter are discussing a new horse that Walter is purchasing with plans for Lucas to board it. Lucas leans back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. He is carrying on his conversation with Walter, but his eyes are mostly on me.
Maryanne questions me about attending school in the fall when there is a loud knock at the sunroom’s back door. Max steps out to the glassed-in room to answer and is soon back.
“Lucas,” Max calls quietly to him, and they both step out back.
They’re gone several minutes, and I’m thinking about standing up to see who is here when Walter asks me about my family’s history in Sweetwater.
Lucas returns a few minutes later. “Sorry ladies, there’s a change in plans. Dominic has a problem at the club, and I need to head that way. Walter, would you care to join me?”
I look at him with narrowed eyes. A problem at the club? Riiiight.
Lucas pulls me from my chair. “We’ll take a trip out to see the Zelts when I get back. You and Maryanne can spend a little girl time together—here,” he says pointedly. He gives me a quick kiss, and not waiting for my reply, heads for his study.
What the hell? I sit back down slightly stunned at his bossiness. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m not. I probably never will be either.
As Walter leaves to get ready, I follow Lucas.
I stand in the doorway watching him as he unlocks a drawer of his desk. “Sofie,” he responds, glancing up. His eyes meet mine then move down over my body before he turns his attention back to the drawer, slipping what looks like a small black cell phone into his pocket. “What do you need?” He murmurs dryly, as he locks the desk drawer, looking up again.
I meet his silver-green gaze. His coolness is a little disconcerting. “I was just wondering what is really going on.”
“What do you mean?”
“Where are you going?”
“To Impulse,” he answers smoothly as he pulls open another drawer.
“Okay,” I murmur, trying to suppress my annoyance.
“Sofie.” He makes a soft sound of amusement. “You think I’m lying to you?”
I watch as he sinuously walks toward me. The way he moves causes my stomach muscles to tighten. “No, I don’t think you’re lying,” I counter softly as he stands in front of me. I cross my arms under my breasts, so I won’t reach for him and look up into his mesmerizing eyes. Old feelings of being out of my depth with him resurface. Something I haven’t felt in a while.
“What is it?” His brow furrows.
“Nothing.” I look down so he won’t see my sudden insecurity.
My answer’s met with silence, and then he sighs as if irritated. “Well now, I have a problem with you saying nothing when there is obviously something.”
My eyes flash back to his. “And I have a problem with you being so blasé about something that is obviously serious,” I snap.
I see his lips twitch as if he’s fighting a smile. “Do you?” His eyes are alight with humor as he steps closer.
I take a step back.
He smirks. “Are we going to play this game again?” His voice is full of humor, and I narrow my eyes on him.
“I’m not playing games, Lucas.”
“Sofie.” He runs a hand through his silky black hair in exasperation.
He’s not going to tell me what’s going on. His whole attitude is shutting me out. “Okay,” I say simply. I turn to walk out, and his hand snakes out to encircle my wrist, pulling me into his arms.
Oh, no. I can’t resist him when he touches me. Damn it! I put my hands on his chest looking up into his amused gaze.
“What exactly is it you want, my sweet?” He cocks one of those damnable eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner.
My breath ex
hales sharply. Of all the gall! “Not that!” I push against his chest, but he tightens his hold and keeps me firmly planted against him, which makes me struggle all the more trying to get out of his grasp. He grins widely as he holds me with little effort. The arrogant ass!
He laughs seductively. “I could change your mind.”
My heart gives a hard bump, and my eyes meet his at the repeating of the words he said to me when he first came to town. I choke on my laughter, my irritation leaving me. “Yes,” I confess, “without a doubt.” I rake my teeth across my bottom lip, knowing he sees the flush that heats my face.
He grins down at me and then brings his mouth close to my ear. “I like giving you a reason to blush. If I had the time, I’d lay you across my desk and fuck you so hard, you’d blush for the rest of the day.”
“Lucas!” I sputter, certain I’m now beet red.
His laugh sends tiny shivers over my skin. “Soon, my sweet.”
I feel a surge of lust in anticipation of his words and relax against him, my forehead resting against his chest. I sigh deeply. “You need to go, I’m sure Walter is ready.” I twine my arms around his neck and stand on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss.
“Yes, I’m sure he is.”
I try to move out of his arms, but he holds me close.
“Are you shocked, the thought of me taking you across my desk?” His voice is laced with amusement, but his eyes are intense when I look up.
“No. It sounds—fun.” I bite my lip again, looking down.
“Is that right?” His voice is soft as velvet, and I feel everything below my navel tighten.
“You’re just trying to distract me with your sex talk.” I peek up at him from under my lashes.
He leans his head closer to mine. “Is it working?”
“Yes,” I say in a choked whisper and hear his quickly indrawn breath. He wraps the length of my hair around his hand, pulling my head back.