He cursed and pulled it out of the pocket of his sweats. I hadn't realized what he had been wearing the whole time until now. I loved him in anything, but the sweats weren't able to conceal the hardness jutting toward me very well and his t-shirt was a thin cotton, tight, it showed every ridge and plane of his torso and my mouth was suddenly dry.
He answered the call, but didn't give any type of greeting.
"She's here with me and I'll kill you if you even think about taking her from me." He ended the call just as quickly and tossed the phone onto the nightstand.
Obviously, my brothers had realized I was no longer in the same house as them and it sent a thrill through me knowing I had finally outsmarted them. This was the new me, taking my life into my own hands… and putting it at the mercy of Lucas' hands.
I wasn't scared. I trusted him fully.
He started to lift his shirt up when I cried out for him to stop.
"No! Please, let me."
His smiled cranked up and those dimples I had always mooned over got impossibly sexier.
"Come here," I said as seductively as I could.
His eyes roamed over my naked body and the self consciousness I was expecting never came over me. I was beautiful in his eyes and I felt it in my blood. He made me feel beautiful.
He climbed onto the bed and I rose to my knees. When we were only a breath apart, I moved my fingers over his chest, feeling the power radiate off of him. This man was powerful, strong, and all mine. I lifted his shirt and moved my hands underneath, finally feeling his hot skin under my fingertips, the ridges of his abs.
I wasn't a very patient woman, so his shirt was torn off of him within a few seconds and my eyes excitedly wandered over his body. He was beautiful. His muscles strained with the control I knew he was grasping for and I reveled in the power I had. It was a heady feeling.
I could feel his eyes on my face, like a caress as if he was running his fingers over me as I slowly explored his upper body. When I lifted my lashes to look up at him, his eyes were filled with so much love that I felt tears sting the back of mine from the happiness it caused me. He bent forward and kissed me softly at first, then I took over.
My hands dropped down to the bulge in his pants and brushed over him, making him groan and deepen the already blazing kiss. He pressed me down into the mattress and began to move his hands over every inch of my skin, kneading in the places that begged him to. He was everywhere, all around me, running through me and I couldn't remember my crazy name or where I came from.
His fingers finally returned to my core and the build that had nearly destroyed me before, began again. My eyes shut as he plunged a finger inside of me, gently crooking it up and finding that spot that made me see stars, then he pulled back with a sigh, adding another finger and stretching me. He thrust his fingers in and out and the worry I had felt before must have crossed over my face because he called my name and kept a steady rhythm until I opened my eyes to look at him.
"Don't be afraid, Ash. I love you. I'll take care of you, I promise."
I lifted my hips against his hand and forced him deeper, believing that this would be a night I would want to remember every aspect of and trusting him to take my body where it had never been before.
His thumb grazed over that bud and sent lightning up my spine. My back arched off the bed and he took advantage. He kissed my breasts, his tongue tasting my skin and making my head spin.
I needed more.
"Please, Lucas."
He brushed over that bud once more before removing his fingers and running them down my thigh. I lifted my head to see what he was doing and my heart raced. He curled his fingers in the waist of his pants and slowly started to push them down. I couldn't tear my eyes away and when he pushed them passed his hips and let them fall, my breath caught in my throat.
He is going to tear me in two.
"No I won't, Ash."
Ugh, I am thinking out loud again.
He chuckled, "I like when you do that."
My eyes still hadn't left the area between his hips and my fingers ached to reach out to him. He was magnificent and even though a part of me was scared out of my mind, I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to take me completely.
I was his.
"Can I touch you?" I asked softly, finally looking up into his blue eyes, darkened with desire.
He shook his head reluctantly, "If you do, I don't think I will last."
I pouted. Yes, I freaking pouted.
He crawled over me and settled in the cradle of my thighs, keeping some space between us. "Baby, I want you to touch me. God, I want it so bad I'm about to burst just thinking about your touch." He traced his thumb over my lips and kissed me slowly before his body pressed me down into the mattress. His voice was deeper than I had ever heard it before, and husky. It made my insides stretch and curl up with pleasure. "But I want to be inside you more. I want to fill you up with me when you come again."
I leaned up to kiss him again, resolving to torture him later the way he had tortured me a few minutes before. His mouth never left my skin for a second as he explored my body once more, making me tremble with the need to be connected to him in the closest way possible. He moved slowly, lingering in the spots that made me gasp, and always coming back to my lips as if he needed just one more taste of them before he went back to my body. I was on fire when I heard the sound of a wrapper tearing and I knew without a doubt that I was ready.
Ready to give him the only part of me that no other man would ever have the privilege of having.
"Lucas?"
He stopped what he was doing and looked into my eyes, waiting for whatever it was I needed to say. Controlling himself enough to give me what I wanted no matter what it was.
"Yes, love?"
I smiled. He could melt me with just a word and I loved it.
"I don't want anything between us. I want to feel you… just you."
He looked down at the package in his hands and back up at me. If it was possible, his eyes turned darker as he looked at me. "It's for your protection."
"Have you ever not used a condom?"
He shook his head adamantly, "No, never. And I haven't… done anything for a couple years."
"I'm on the pill. Started it the week after I left."
His chest was rising and falling so rapidly, I was sure he would pass out. The look on his face was so intense that my arousal spiked up another hundred notches.
His words were choked, almost strangled, "Are you sure?"
I reached for him, pulling him back down on top of me and savoring the warmth of his body wrapped around me. "Yes," I whispered against his mouth.
Something inside of him snapped, broke, shattered, whatever you want to call it. The last barrier that he had built so firmly in place, crumbled, and it was as if our souls were sewn together, never to be ripped apart.
"I love you." His voice was filled with relief and I could swear I felt a shift in the earth beneath us.
"I love you, too."
He kissed me again, but this wasn't the same as before. He ravaged my mouth until I was destroyed for anyone else. Branded his, forever. No one kissed like this.
He rolled his hips forward and the tip of him pressed along my slick folds.
"Oh, God," I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath me until my knuckles were white.
He pulled his hips back slightly, positioning himself at my entrance and my legs started to shake as he pressed forward and slipped inside of me slowly, stretching me. The pain was faint, just a slow burn, until he pushed forward again and slid deeper.
He wasn't even in all the way and I felt full to bursting.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"Yes, please don't stop," I cried, not taking my eyes from his.
He brushed his lips over mine, tracing his tongue over my bottom lip and making my head foggy all over again. His kisses could light me on fire, any one of them, no matter how innocent they were. I kissed him back and we bo
th lost ourselves as we devoured each other.
He pressed forward a little more and I gasped.
"You're so tight," he whispered against my lips, then trailed down my neck. "So hot and wet for me. You feel amazing."
Heat swarmed by body at his words and liquefied where our bodies were joined. He must have felt it because he groaned and shifted forward again, sinking inside of me to the hilt. I felt a burning pinch, but before my mind could truly register it, his lips were on my breasts and a hand was lifting my leg to curl over his hip. He pressed his hand beneath my hips and lifted them off the bed, sinking deeper inside of me. Then he paused, waiting and panting against my skin.
"Lucas…"
"I'm never letting you go, Aislinn." He raised his head and met my gaze. He looked like a man who had just found the answer to all of life's questions.
"Good," I breathed. "Because I'm not going anywhere. So I'm glad we are on the same page."
He smiled at my short ramble before he started to move. He pulled out of me, just to the very tip, then sank back in so slowly, savoring the sensation as I was. I raised my hips to meet him when he did it again and a low rumble sounded deep in his chest before he started moving a little faster, thrusting deep and forcing the pressure inside of me higher.
I wrapped my arms around him and dug my fingers into his back, urging him forward, needing more of him.
He got the message and thrust harder, faster, until I was at the precipice, ready to fall.
"Come with me, Ash," he said.
That's all it took. One command from him and my body fell over the edge, white lights flashing in my eyes. He buried his face in my neck, groaning my name and every muscle in his body tightened as he spilled himself inside of me as wave after wave crashed through me.
His thrusts slowed, still stroking me as he tried to catch his breath. Then I felt his lips start moving down my neck, over my collarbone then back up until he was kissing my lips, trying to bring me back from that blissful place.
I closed my eyes, savoring his taste, his touch. It was all I could feel.
He rolled us to the side, still inside me, and pulled me closer. I wrapped my leg over his hip and he surrounded me in his arms. Our breaths had slowed, but my body still buzzed with awareness.
After a long moment, he slipped out of me and off the bed into the bathroom. I heard water running, then he was back with a washcloth in hand. My brow furrowed in confusion and he shot me a crooked grin before leaning over me and kissing me on the forehead. "I really should draw you a bath, but you look too comfortable."
He placed the warm washcloth over me and I felt a moment of mortification that quickly disappeared when I saw his expression. He looked proud and affectionate as he cleaned me, intimately. He looked happy and I felt cherished as he wiped away the evidence of my virginity. A lump formed in my throat and my eyes stung from the devotion I saw in his.
He tossed the towel into his hamper and spread out on the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and tucking my head under his chin. I lightly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach then back up as I got control of my emotions.
I still hadn't said anything and my mind began replaying what we had just shared.
"That was…" I trailed off.
"Yeah."
"I never thought…"
"Yeah."
"Can we do it again?" I asked.
He chuckled and rolled onto his back, spreading me out on top of him. "Are you sore at all?"
I shook my head and leaned forward to kiss his chin then made a trail down his throat to his collar bone and nibbled.
He grunted on a sigh and I smiled against his skin, knowing he would give me what I wanted. "Then yes, please."
Chapter 10
Lucas
He couldn't stop smiling.
He woke up late the next morning with Ash sprawled out on her stomach next to him, the morning light making her skin glow. He couldn't help but touch that silky skin again, making her shift and sigh.
They had made love several times during the night, neither one of them able to keep their hands off each other. He had woken her a couple of times with his mouth on her body and when she had done the same just before the sun came up, he knew he was ruined for the rest of his life.
He was going to marry her.
She stirred again as he rounded her perfect ass and trailed his fingers down the back of her leg, leaving goose bumps behind.
He chuckled to himself and moved over her, straddling her legs and leaning over to place tender kisses down her spine.
"Oh, that's glorious," she mumbled.
"I can't get enough of you," he murmured against her skin then trailed a hand over her hip and up the side of her body, sliding it beneath her to cup her breast.
"Mmmmm," she hummed and shifted her hips.
He kissed up the back of her neck, moving her hair over a shoulder, and nibbled on her ear. "But first, we need food."
Her stomach rumbled a split second after he said it and he laughed.
"Yes! Please!" she cried and if the sound of her cry wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever heard, he would have probably left her to get food right then and there.
But it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard and his body took over. He shifted above her, spread her legs apart just enough and slowly sank into her from behind, making her gasp and turn her head into the pillow. The feel of her around him, hot and tight, was something he would never be able to forget.
This right here… this is heaven, he thought to himself.
"I'm not going in today," he said hoarsely, thrusting into her as he lifted her hips off the bed. "We're staying here."
"Yes, okay," she cried again.
He moved faster, slamming into her with each thrust, bringing them both closer to the edge. "I'm going to make you come for the rest of the day, until you can't remember your name," he grunted and nearly lost it when she pressed back into him, pulling him deeper.
"I already don't remember it," she breathed.
He was close. After all the times they made love in the night, he still felt like a teenager experiencing his first time with her. It took everything he had to hold back, but he did.
She lifted up on her elbows and arched her back, making him growl as she clenched around him when he hit just the right angle inside of her.
He moved his hand over her breast and pulled her up until she was on her knees, her back to his chest, and sitting on his lap as he thrust in and out, driving both of them closer.
"Then I'll make you come until you forget mine."
"We'll never make it out of here," she said, lifting up and down with him.
He moved his fingers down between her legs and found that sensitive bundle that would send her into oblivion.
"My point exactly."
***
"What the… Who the hell is that?" Ash asked from the bedroom window. She had been sipping her coffee in the chair next to it and playing with the locket he had given her. He loved that she was wearing his gift again. The day he had given it to her had been the first time he hinted that she meant something more to him than just a sister and he had secretly hoped she took that hint.
She was staring through the break in the curtains and her eyes narrowed while Lucas pulled on his shirt, the first time he had been dressed in over 12 hours, and stalked toward her.
He peered out the crack in the curtain and watched as a car tore away from the curb across the street, sending gravel and dust into the air. Then he noticed a familiar car that was screeching to a halt in his driveway.
Gibbs and Montgomery.
"Stay here, baby. I'll be right back."
She nodded and clutched her mug tightly while staring up at him with worry in her eyes.
He traced his fingers over her jaw and grinned, "Don't worry. They know better than to show up for no good reason."
He kissed her quickly and hurried out of the room and down the hall to his front door. He didn't both
er getting his gun, it wouldn't help him at all. He tore open his front door just as Gibbs was running up his porch. Montgomery was still at the hood of the car and looking out in the distance to where the other car had driven off.
"What the hell is going on?" he shouted.
Gibbs froze and stared at him with wide eyes and a confused expression. "We were just about to ask the same thing?" he bit out. "That's the same car we have seen all week."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Montgomery was now making his way towards them and looked like he was trying to solve a riddle. He had been hoping the two of them would give him one day of peace so he could spend it with Ash, he should have known better.
"That car has been watching your house for the past five nights. Haven't been able to see who it is because they keep driving off every time they see us coming and the plate light is out."
His stomach dropped. Someone had been watching his house? Shit, did they see him bring Ash over last night? He felt the blood drain from his face. He shouldn't have been so careless. He had been so determined to drag her out of there, he hadn't kept his head straight.
"We came by last night around ten thirty, they weren't around then, but we saw you making your way over to the Brannock's and figured there wasn't much we would see if you were there with Conall and Fergus, so we left right away. Don't know if they came around. That right there is their favorite spot, though," Montgomery explained pointing to the now empty place across the street, sending relief coursing through him.
He would have noticed a strange car sitting across the street from his house while he was bringing Ash over. No doubt in his mind.
"I have no idea who the hell is watching me, but I will find out. Why are you guys watching me?" He crossed his arms over his chest and eyed both of them carefully.
Gibbs smiled, not a friendly smile, but a devious one that sent chills down Lucas' spine. "We wanted to catch you doing something stupid, but it doesn't look like we will."
"Oh?" he responded sarcastically.
"Yeah. We were hoping whoever was watching you would give us some kind of a clue, but they see us coming before we even see them."
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