entering. Her hips moved against his hand, eager for penetration, but not getting it.
The words came from her throat without conscious thought. “Oh Lucien.”
He pushed a finger into her, deep and slow, before pulling out. He added another finger, sucking on her at the same time, and she came hard. His tongue moved to join his fingers to taste the evidence of her orgasm. He kissed his way up her body before settling his mouth over hers.
“I never forgot your taste.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. His arms wrapped around her before he lowered them both onto the bed. He settled between her legs and rubbed against her through his clothes.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
He smiled against her lips. “Agreed.”
He moved with a grace that was mouthwatering. She greedily watched him lift his shirt up over his head. His chest was spectacular, tanned and ripped with muscle, his stomach was flat, and his eight-pack was so defined it looked airbrushed. And then her eyes saw the tattoo under his right arm. One word looking lonely, even a bit lost, which she was sure was the point: “Forgotten.”
“Darcy?”
She moved to kneel in front of him and lifted his arm to trace the cursive lines of his tattoo. When her eyes found his again, there were tears in hers because he believed himself forgotten.
“Why are you crying?”
“You were never forgotten, Lucien. I thought of you every fucking day.”
Her confession left Lucien speechless. There were no words that could do justice to what he was feeling, so he showed her. He moved between her legs and when he entered her, he did so slowly and watched her face as he claimed her inch by inch. When he was fully inside her, he moaned and then started to move. Her legs came around him, demanding that he go deeper. He felt her tighten around him and he shifted so that with each thrust he was hitting the part of her that would send her over. And when she did come, he lifted her hips and pulled her against him before he really started moving. He was losing himself in being inside her again, but when he came, he didn’t roar her name, but whispered it almost reverently.
She was smiling up at him, and just like that he wanted her again.
Darcy stayed in bed, claiming she had lost the use of her legs. It was possible. Lucien had had her four times already today and he was itching to get back to her and make it five.
Her words to him—that he wasn’t forgotten—had fucking gotten to him, especially since he knew she spoke the truth. He felt anger claw at him at the idea that someone had deliberately pulled them apart. Josh hadn’t made any headway into the man who had come to see Darcy, but he had called to tell Lucien he had some information on her past. He seemed rather reluctant to discuss it over the phone. Curiosity, as well as guilt, washed over him that he had gone behind Darcy’s back, but what was done was done.
Now wasn’t the time to ponder the unpleasant. He suspected he knew why Trace and Ember were having a party.
Twenty minutes later he stood in the middle of a store that looked like a fairy tale gone horribly wrong. What the hell had possessed him? It wasn’t so much the mini-kitchens and the gigantic cribs, but the mommies pushing around those Hummers for toddlers. If one more stroller nailed him in the back of the leg, he was very likely going to burn the place down.
His happy afterglow was fading quickly and then a rocking horse in the far corner of the store caught his attention. The wood looked to be oak and was the color of honey and real horsehair had been used to create the mane. Ember would love it.
A voice behind him shifted his attention from the chaos all around him. It took a moment for it to register that the leggy blond was a sales associate in the baby section, because she looked more like the star from the Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher” video: too short a skirt, fuck-me heels, and an oxford unbuttoned in an entirely unteacherly fashion. Who the hell was she trying to impress? And then he noticed a few dads across the room—tired, stressed, and clearly sex-deprived by the way their eyes were fixated on the sales associate’s