bit tipsy. Mom filled me with too much wine tonight in her probe about when she would have grandchildren.
“No one would ever stop me from marrying you.” He shifts, pinning me to the side of the car. His mouth falls onto mine.
I gasp in surprise. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck. My mouth parts for him as he pushes his tongue past my lips. I cling to him, forgetting where we are as I kiss him back. I never have to doubt that Lucas loves or wants me. He shows it in everything that he does. He’s determined to make me happy.
“Lucas.” I breathe out his name when he pulls his mouth from mine as he begins kissing my neck. I drop my head back, making sure he has all the room he needs.
“Home.” My eyes spring open. A second later I’m in the passenger seat with Lucas buckling me in.
“I never made out in my parents’ driveway before,” I admit as Lucas gets into the driver’s side and pulls out. He gives me the same look I get whenever anyone brings up someone I dated in the past. One that says he hates hearing about it. It’s ridiculous that he would even get a tiny bit jealous about my dating history since it was mostly disastrous. That was until he came along. Maybe that’s why he’s so dang perfect. The universe felt bad because of all the terrible men it had sent my way before. It should because it seems that I had attracted the weird ones. I deserved a Lucas after living through all of those awful dates.
“Are you jealous? Thinking about me with someone else?”
Lucas’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. “You weren’t with someone else,” he corrects.
“I kissed other men.” Why am I poking him? Maybe it’s because I enjoy it when he gives me a peak at this side of him.
“Angel.” His voice takes a firmer tone. My legs clench together. His eyes flick there, seeing my reaction.
“I’m turned on.” I wiggle in my seat.
“I see that.” His eyes roam over my face for a moment. It’s then I realize we’re in our driveway already. I’d been so focused on needling him. “Are you trying to make me mad, Angel?”
“You don’t get mad at me.” At least I don’t remember a time that he got mad at me. Upset, sure. It’s usually over something as ridiculous as me forgetting to lock the back door. I wouldn’t tell him that it was small because it obviously was important to him.
“Bringing up other men.” He reaches up, hitting the button for the garage a little harder than it needs to be. “Saying we couldn’t get married.”
“We are married, ” I remind him, trying to feign innocence. “You took my virginity.” I’ll never forget that night. How he’d taken me with such care. He’d been so gentle and loving. Making sure that I enjoyed myself with the smallest amount of pain as possible.
He pulls into the garage, parking the car. He sits there for a moment not looking at me. The quiet stretches. With each second that ticks by the air in the car grows thicker. I push my thighs together tighter; the throb is becoming almost unbearable. Why am I getting so turned on poking at him? He was right. It’s what I’ve been doing since we stepped out of my parents’ house.
“One of the hardest nights of my life.” He looks over at me finally. There’s a dark look in his eyes.
“What?”
“That night that you gave yourself to me finally.”
I bark out a laugh. “It was our second date.” I’d been ready the first night but Lucas and I had done other things instead. The man’s mouth is as perfect as the rest of him.
“Yes. I wanted to bend you over the table of the Italian restaurant and fuck you right there but I knew you wouldn’t want to go back there if I did that.”
I suck in a breath. He’s right, it’s one of our favorite spots and we go there every week. “You’ve never fucked me.” He hasn’t. Of course he’s pleasured me until I was screaming his name but he’s never actually fucked me. He’s never thrown caution to the wind and taken me without reservation.
“Do you want to be fucked, Angel? Is that what this is about?” I open my mouth but suddenly no words come out. “I’ll give you whatever you ask of me. Anything. You know this.”
I do know