Running my hands up his chest, his muscles tense beneath my touch. “I want that too.”
His lips tick for a second before he dips down and presses them to mine. I push up on my tiptoes and tilt my head. He accepts the invitation, his arms wrapping around my waist as he deepens the kiss. My legs wobble and I fight to remain upright, wanting nothing more than to give in to the gravity of his kiss and pull him with me to the bed of wildflowers under our feet.
He closes his eyes and his kiss turns from tentative to urgent. I groan at the demand and the way his hands splay across my back in a possessive and powerful hold. The sound spurs him on and he slips under my shirt, his fingertips trailing up my belly to my breast.
I suck in a breath. For a fraction of a second, I panic that Gage has stepped up and thrown Lucas back into the dark. In the beat of another second I relax because I don’t care. Gage or Lucas. I’m in love with this man. All of him.
“I’m sorry. Is this okay?” His entire body quivers, even his breath.
“Yes, Lucas. It’s okay. It’s better than okay.”
The corner of his mouth lifts and he tilts his head to sink into a kiss that has my head scrambling and hips thrusting to make contact. His long, powerful fingers slide under my bra and he runs the calloused pads along my nipple. I squirm, searching for more, and his breath beats against my skin. “You like that.”
“So much.” I need more. “I love it when you touch me.”
His eyes flare and he steps back enough that cool air slides between us. “Lie down.”
Without breaking eye contact, we kneel together; then Lucas pulls off his sweatshirt and spreads it out behind me. He nods and I drop back on my elbows, only to have him follow as his body chases mine. Lowering me down to the ground, my head hits the cradle of his palm. Our mouths mold together at a leisurely pace that scrambles my head and ignites my blood.
The skin on my belly is painted in goose bumps as he drags his fingers up my ribs to my breast. He pulls back and gazes up and down the length of my body, watching me writhe under his attention. The sweet torture of his barely-there touch and his open appreciation for my reaction is a heady combination.
Slowly his eyes make their way back to mine and he tilts to deliver a soft kiss against my lips that sends lightning down my belly. “You’re so pretty. I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you.”
“I want more, Lucas.” I arch my back, searching for the friction of my jeans, something to cool the heat between my legs.
He slides his leg over my thighs, stilling me, and stares. Oh, if his gaze were a touch, I’d explode from the sensation. Those burning gray eyes, full kiss-swollen lips, and his apprehension works like an aphrodisiac. The solid length of his hard-on digs into my hip and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“I’ve never done this before.” His eyes search mine. “Show me what you like.”
I nod and slide my hand down to pop the button of my jeans. He watches and his hand quakes against my breast. He lets me lift my hips just enough to slide down the denim and silk panties.
“Oh—” He bites his lip as he stares openly between my legs.
“Give me your hand.”
He rips his gaze from my body and meets me with wide eyes before pulling his hand from my shirt. He doesn’t break eye contact as I bring him, so warm in my grip, to where I need him most.
His eyebrows drop low as I cup his hand to me, allowing him to get used to the feeling of my body.
“Okay?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he whispers.
His hand centered, I press his middle finger deeper and drag his hand up and down. His lips part and his expression morphs from nervous to awestruck. After a few passes, he bends his fingers, delving between my legs. I gasp at the sensation, and he flexes into my hip.
“I want that, Lucas.”
He groans and drops his forehead to my chest while I continue to teach him how to pleasure me. My heart pounds behind my ribs, my insides throb to be filled, and Lucas is a barely contained animal at my side.
“What else? Show me more.” His voice is like warm molasses, dripping with promise.
I pull up my sweater to expose the breast he had his hand on and arch my back, offering it to him. His eyes slide to mine and he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.