Cupping his face, she brought his mouth back up to hers and kissed him with every pent-up emotion she’d tried hard to harness since she’d found Joey in bed with the teenaged fan.
Lucas’s body covered hers and she strained upwards to rub herself against him, releasing still more delightful sensations that spread throughout her body. She moved against him, their most intimate parts separated only by the thin cotton of their underwear.
She wanted him inside her, to feel none of the pain of the last few days and experience that rush of peace, tranquillity, and bone-deep pleasure that an orgasm always delivered.
Lucas’s mouth moved down again, pausing to trace a circle around her belly button. Her body bucked as he paused over her underwear, his breath warm against the cotton that was damp from being pressed against his.
His hands held her hips still as he nudged aside the boxer shorts and put his tongue onto her sex. She tried to move against his mouth, but he held her still and found his own rhythm. The still night air was broken by her gasps of pleasure as he took her higher, nearer her goal.
Lucas pushed fingers inside her while his mouth continued to work its magic. Right at that moment—she didn’t think she could take any more before she’d explode—he stopped.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” he promised as he fumbled inside her discarded scrub bottoms for the condom she’d brought.
“Yes,” she breathed, not able to use any more words to make an intelligible sentence.
Lucas sheathed himself and positioned himself between her legs. “Look at me.”
Frankie made her eyes open, heavy with pleasure they took a moment to focus on his face. She smiled. “I’m looking.”
He moved forward, taking possession of her body. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Frankie?”
She opened her eyes again. “What?”
He moved inside her. A moan of pure delight rent the air, she wasn’t sure which of them made it. “Keep your eyes open.”
It was so difficult to do that, but each time she forgot and her eyes drifted closed, he stopped moving. She reached around and grabbed his butt, pulling him deeper inside her. The sensations threatened to overwhelm her as she watched Lucas’s emotions play over his face. Control, restraint, and finally his release as her body convulsed around his.
“Lucas?”
“Hmm,” he mumbled, his mouth next to her hair.
“I didn’t just bring the one with me.”
“Good girl.” Raising himself up on one elbow, he kissed her. “Because I don’t think I’m anywhere near finished yet.”
#
The following morning, Lucas helped Frankie to her feet as the sun began its ascent above them.
“I need to take a shower.”
“I’ll help you.” Lucas ran a hand over her naked backside.
She slapped his hand away playfully. “If you help me, we’ll never get any work done.”
Work. Of course. He hated that he’d allowed himself to forget, for even a moment, that they still had so much work to do. Maybe losing himself in Frankie and her body hadn’t been the best of ideas.
“Don’t.” She reached a hand up to caress his jaw, using it to move his head around to face her. “Don’t start looking as though you regret what happened. I don’t think I can bear that.”
“How can I possibly regret the time we’ve spent together?” Lucas pulled her into his arms. “It’s been a stolen moment of normality we’ve taken amongst the horror of what has happened on Astoria.”
“I can handle you rejecting me because our work here ends, but don’t let it be because I’m not enough for you.”
“What does that mean?” Lucas dropped his arms and stepped into his clothes. She was right, they both needed a shower and a change of clothes before they started working. And they didn’t have much time to do that before the rest of the day shift would be up and all-too-aware of what was going on between them.
He’d watched her cope with so many different things in their short time together, but never with the self-loathing he could see on her face right then.
“You might as well know. I’m sure it’s splashed all over the papers back home by now.”
“I’m not sure...”
“I didn’t leave Joey and come here on a whim. I left him because I found his phone had numerous text messages from girls on it. He thought I was out for the day but I came home unexpectedly. When I went upstairs to confront him, I found him in bed with one of them. At least, I presume she was one of the girls he’d been sending pictures of his naked self to.”
“That’s awful, Frankie, really terrible. But, you know, that isn’t what’s going to happen here.”
“Because you don’t do relationships?”
“Exactly.” Lucas calmed the panicking thump of his heart. He didn’t do relationships. Because he didn’t deserve them. But that didn’t stop him wanting one and never more so than right now. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt, but I’ve been more than honest about what I want. What I need. And while we’re here in Astoria? You’re more than enough for me.”