Suddenly, he advances on me, making me gasp as he catches me by my hips and drags me against him. “Susan,” he growls brokenly into my hair. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this. You.”
I melt for him.
His hands cup my butt and upper thighs, gripping me, kneading, making my insides almost catch fire, and with his face buried in my neck, clutching me to him this way, needing me so openly—he makes me feel like I’m his everything.
And I love it.
I love… him. I really do. I can’t help the happy chuckle that hits me as I hold his jaw.
Lucan pulls back. He sends a nonplussed look in the vicinity of my face, his lips parted slightly, allowing for his rapidly panted breaths. “I don’t want to know why you’re laughing, do I?”
I scrunch my nose. “Sorry, it’s not you—what you’re doing, I mean. It’s perfect. You are perfect. My thoughts are just speeding a mile a minute up here,” I share, tapping the side of my head.
Lucan’s gaze turns tender and surprisingly direct. “Will you tell me what to do to quiet things up there? What,” he asks on a nervous breath, “what can I do to drive you wild?”
It’s hard to tell him. It’s hard to look him in the eyes and describe what I want him to do to me. So hard that I chicken out. I’m shaking my head. “Let me touch you,” I say instead. “Take me to a bed?”
Looking a little stunned, Lucan leads me to a bedroom that smells like spring. He flips on the lights. The bed looks freshly made, with sprigs of evergreen branches on the two smallest pillows.
Someone has freshened up this place. I think of Finn orchestrating the pizza and it’s not a giant leap to assume he had a hand in even this detail. He’s weirdly helpful for a guy who was working pretty darn hard to get me to agree to a date with him before his friend stole every scrap of my attention.
Just like he’s stealing it now. I notice nothing else about the room because I’m drawn to Lucan. I’ve seen him in various states of undress before, but keeping decent has always been a priority for him. Prior to this moment, I felt a flash of guilt for even thinking of looking. Not now. With no kids around and with his permission, I’m dying to look. His physique is incredible, fit and mature and undeniably rugged. And although he’s modest, Lucan’s not shy; he’s well used to nudity and feels no shame about his well-proportioned body.
I’m a little less comfortable with being naked in front of him, but I’m also feeling uncharacteristically sexy. I think my courage is due to the way Lucan can’t stop touching me.
His hand rides at the small of my back, urging me to climb on the bed. I do, and he palms my ass—and then his fingers slide right along the curve of my fanny until he’s slipping his fingers between my legs, popping past the creamy slickness gathering for him. He leans down close enough I can feel his body heat over me, and I hear him inhale, deep.
“Lucan!” I gasp, my muscles locking up, my back arching like my body is waving a big climb on, cowboy flag at him.
I guess that’s exactly what it’s doing. It’s so clear that even Lucan takes it as a signal.
He mounts the bed behind me, knees coming to rest outside of mine. When his hands grasp my hips, I moan and brace myself on my elbows, fisting the bedding and turning to look at him over my shoulder.
My attention is too direct for him.
He jerks his gaze away from me, still breathing hard, still holding me at my hips, but seeming unable to continue.
I want to be able to look at him though. For this first time, I want to see him. I just have to get him comfortable enough to relax his submissive instincts.
I roll over, thrilling in the fact that it takes some effort on my part because Lucan doesn’t at first release my hips.
I love the tight way his hands are gripping me.
But when he sees what I want, he lets go and edges back, grabbing my leg and drawing it over his hips so that I’m spread in front of him, for him.
And here he stops, chest heaving, eyes pinned to my throat.
Smiling, sitting up a little, I reach out and pet down his