And then he was sliding off the couch, kneeling on the floor, nudging her legs open with his big, warm, callused hands as he headed southbound again, nibbling his way down her belly. A minute later he unerringly found the homeland, and in a shockingly short amount of time, her hands were fisted helplessly in his hair as she hovered on the verge of release.
And forget being quiet. She’d lost the ability to temper herself the minute he’d put his mouth on her. He worked her over using lips and teeth, and when he added his tongue into the mix, she burst with a shudder and a gasp that she couldn’t have held back if she’d tried.
He made a sound of deep, male satisfaction while she continued to attempt to suck more air into her lungs, gently kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other before shifting away for a second. She heard the crinkle of a condom packet and then he was back, sliding deep inside her in one slow, controlled push.
She’d forgotten how incredible it felt to be filled and stretched and taken with such carefully controlled power. Long, slow strokes, nearly all the way out and then back in deep and hard. It was more than she could take, and yet she wanted even more, showing him so by digging her fingers into the tense, fluidly shifting muscles of his back.
Lucas caught her wrists and pulled them away, linking his fingers with hers above her head as he rose over her, lifting his weight a little to better control his thrusts.
And for the first time, she wished she’d allowed the light. She couldn’t see much, a few flashes of his warrior’s body as he moved in the ambient porch light that slashed in from the gap in her shades. The sheen of his skin and the flex of the sinew moving beneath it, all the way down his chest and correlated abs to where they were joined. She watched, helplessly fascinated as his body surged into hers again and again. Unable to tear her gaze off him, she soaked him in, the way his neck was corded, his head thrown back in pleasure.
And then he dipped his head and caught her staring.
“Molly.” That was all he said, just her name in a low, strained voice, his expression caught between rapture and affection, and it might have been that completely unexpected emotion to send her spiraling over the edge again.
With a groan, he shifted, lowering his weight to his elbows, one hand sliding beneath her, arching her up to take him deeper. Now his entire body caressed hers with each movement and yet another wave began to build. Panting, she slid her hands into his hair and whispered his name as she continued to tremble. She could feel his mouth at her throat, feel the shudders of his own body as he let go of all that delicious control and gave into the erotic sensations.
When she came back to herself, they were on the floor in front of the couch and he was cradling her into the warmth of his body, holding her close. Curled against him, she could feel his heart beating beneath her ear in tune with hers.
She let out one last shaky breath and lay there quietly, unable to talk. Hell, she could hardly think. Had they really just completely taken each other apart?
“Pretty much,” he said in a rough voice, making her realize that she’d spoken out loud.
Oh boy.
He had one hand tangled in her hair and the other low on her bare ass holding her snugged up against him. They were both overheated and damp with sweat and yet she couldn’t muster up anything but bliss.
His big palm slid off her butt and down the back of her leg. “You okay?”
Was she? She took quick stock. They were on her floor, which she couldn’t remember if she’d vacuumed this week. Still, she’d never been more comfortable—or sated—in her entire life. She didn’t even try to move because she was pretty sure she couldn’t move. Her muscles seemed to have completely shorted out. All she could do was lie there with her face pressed into the crook of his neck, but she did manage a nod, too relaxed to get defensive about the question. Somehow he still smelled delicious, and utterly without thought, she rubbed her lips over his skin in a soft kiss before lightly licking him.
Yep. He tasted as good as he smelled.
“Did you just lick me like a lollipop?” he asked, voice low and lazy and laced with humor.
Instead of answering, she sank her teeth into him.
Hissing in a breath, he rolled her beneath him, slid a hand into her hair and tugged lightly to bare her neck. Then he returned the favor, lowering his head to take a nibble of her throat, the curve of her shoulder . . .
And when he continued his way down her body, alternating teasing and nibbling, she arched into him. “Again?” she murmured, her fingers tightening in his hair.
“Oh yeah, again.” But then he surprised her by lifting her into his arms and getting to his feet in one easy, athletic movement. “This time,” he said, “we make it to your bed. Where’s the closest light?”
The question was a bucket of ice water over the top of her head. “Why?” she managed to ask.
“I want to see you.”
Yeah. Not happening. She squirmed out of his arms and blindly searched for her clothes. When she touched cotton, she grabbed it and pulled it over her head.
It fell to her thighs. It was Lucas’s T-shirt.
“Molly?”
Dammit. She stepped back from his outstretched arms. “Don’t move, you’ll trip over something and hurt yourself.” She backed to the wall and hit the switch, blinking like an owl in the sudden light as her eyes tried to adjust.
Lucas stood in the center of the living room, gloriously, unabashedly butt-ass naked, looking already perfectly adjusted to the light—and also perfectly at home. As he should, since he was incredibly built.
But it was the look on his face that nearly stopped her heart. Easy affection. Light concern.
He liked her.
And she liked him. Way too much. She was feeling so much more than she thought she could, and that was terrifying. It also didn’t make any sense to her. She’d always needed to feel comfortable and cozy and safe to fall in love.
She didn’t feel comfortable or cozy.
As for safe . . . she wasn’t talking about her body. Her body felt safe with Lucas. In his hands, her body was putty.
But her brain . . . her brain didn’t see this working out, and therefore she wasn’t safe.
“I like the look,” he said of the sight of her in his shirt. He stepped toward her. “But there’s a look I’d like even better—”
Again she backed away from his reach and he stopped. Cocked his head. “Do we have a problem?” he asked.
“We don’t have a problem,” she said and then sighed. “I have a problem.”
“And that is . . . ?”
She looked everywhere but right at him. The ceiling. The floor. The couch that they’d just done the deed on . . . Man. She was never going to look at that couch in quite the same way again—
“Molly.”
She scrunched her eyes closed and then jumped when she heard her phone vibrating. She pounced on her phone, grateful for the interruption.
It was her dad.
“Sharon didn’t show,” he said.
Sharon was his part-time home care nurse. She showed up two afternoons a week and stayed through dinner, which she either cooked for him or brought him. Tonight had been Sharon’s night and Molly looked at the time. Nearly midnight. He’d been alone way too long. “I’ll bring you dinner,” she said.
“Did I wake you?”
She resisted looking over at Lucas. “No.”
“You sure?” her dad asked. “You sound breathless. Everything okay?”
That depended on what part of her they were talking about. Her body, specifically certain parts of it, were more than okay. It’d just sung the “Hallelujah Chorus” and wasn’t opposed to another round. But her brain . . . her brain wasn’t sure if she was okay. Or if she’d ever be okay again. “I’m fine, Dad. What do you want to eat?”
“A Big Mac.”
“You can’t have those anymore. Your doctor says your cholesterol is still too high.”
“You’re both fun suckers.”
Yep. That was her mission in life. To be a fun sucker. “I’ll be there in thirty.” She disconnected and turned to Lucas. “I’ve got to go.” She rifled through her backpack for the pants she’d taken off at the village in order to change into her elf costume.