Lucas' eyes are intense as he watches me, and I take a moment to inspect him in turn.
He's broad and hard, with scars scattered across his torso. And when I look further down…
I swallow, desire and nerves warring inside me. His hands are gentle as he lays me back on the bed, his body covering mine. I feel treasured, worshipped, as his lips trail over my skin.
"Lucas," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair.
He hums against my throat, the vibration making me shiver. "I love you, Ava. I love you so much."
Tears prick my eyes at his heartfelt declaration. I open my mouth to respond, but his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.
I lose myself in the slide of his tongue, the nip of his teeth. My body arches into his, seeking more. Always more.
Rough fingers caress my breasts, squeezing gently, flicking at my nipples until they're hard and straining for stimulation beyond what he's giving.
