of them in a mass of dark waves. As he moved it away from her face, their eyes met. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
And for the first time in her life, Sid believed the words.
“So are you,” she said, needing to make him feel what she was feeling. “You always have been.”
His body stilled and he pulled her face down for another hungry kiss. This time, they kissed each other, taking and giving in turn, thrusting, parrying, breaking contact only when breathing became absolutely necessary.
With the flick of one hand, Lucas unhooked her bra, the satin sliding down her arms and disappearing somewhere near the dresser. Cool air caressed her nipples for only seconds before the brush of course hair and hot skin replaced it. She pressed down as Lucas squeezed tighter, neither able to get close enough. Her body was a coiled spring, threatening to snap and send her flying across the room.
Lucas took charge again, rolling until he was once more hovering above her, then lavished detailed attention on her breasts. The right, then the left, each forlorn when his lips wandered away to the other.
Between nibbles he said, “We’d better get out of these wet clothes, don’t you think?”
Sid nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see her with his nose pressed between the girls. “Yes. Please.”
Lucas rolled to the side, far enough for her to reach between them. “Undo the button. Please. I need you to touch me, Sid.”
Pushing through her growing panic at how fast they were moving, she watched his eyes as her fingers steadily did as he asked. Sliding a hand down behind the open zipper, she found no further material in her way.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” she said, as if discussing the absence of personal clothing were an everyday thing.
“I never do unless I’m running,” he mumbled between gritted teeth. His eyes were closed, and judging by the muscles in his neck, he was ready to snap.
A sense of power mixed with lust was a heady cocktail. Sid stopped thinking about her lack of experience, as she’d never pleasured a guy, for lack of a better word, with her hands before. Instead she let instinct take over, pushing the cotton down over his ass until what she wanted sprang free. Whoa. That was more than she’d expected. Fascinated, she ran a hand down the side, then gripped the base.
Very interesting tool. And it fit nicely in her hand.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Lucas asked, dropping his head on her shoulder and bracing himself half on top of her.
She’d almost forgotten the rest of him was there.
“You don’t like this?” she asked, knowing to tease was cruel, but having too much fun to stop.
After rolling over to kick the pants onto the floor, Lucas returned to Sid’s side in all his pride and glory. And glorious he was. “Time for me to return the favor,” he said, making short work of removing her jeans and thong, tossing them through the air to join the bra somewhere on the floor. Sid tried to stay relaxed, fending off the feeling of complete and utter vulnerability.
She hated feeling so exposed and defenseless, but then Lucas began exploring and Sid’s body tensed for a totally different reason. One nimble finger found what turned out to be the magical spot, sending Sid soaring through the air with surprising speed, her scream of raw pleasure rattling the walls.
As far as first orgasms went, Sid was certain of two things. She’d been missing out, and she wanted a lot more of those.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Holy shit, that was awesome,” Sid said, an electrical current still charging through her bloodstream. She was literally vibrating from the sensations, stretching her legs as if her body were trying to chase the ribbons of pleasure flying out her toes.
Turning toward Lucas and throwing a leg over his hip, she realized he was still as hard as a rock. He’d just given her an orgasm and they hadn’t even had sex yet. Talk about skills. Sliding him between her thighs, she licked his chest and said, “How many of those do I get?”
Lucas remained still and Sid worried she’d done something wrong. Through clenched teeth he asked, “Do you have any condoms?”
Sid made another mental note. This time, to buy Will the biggest Christmas present ever for forcing her to stock up, just in case. Rolling to her left, she opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a blue box. “We’re fully stocked.”
“Thank God,” he said, relief and a hint of joy laced in his voice. A reaction that did positive things to Sid’s ego. Positioning himself above her again, he pushed the box out of her hand, then pinned both her arms over her head. “Now where were we?”
Sid coughed away a nervous giggle. “I don’t know about you, but I think I was just somewhere around Mars.”
Lucas dropped sexy kisses along her jaw. “How was the trip?”
“Hmmmm …” she hedged. “Good, I think. I’ll need another trip to be sure.”
“Then prepare for takeoff.”
Their mouths met like two armies charging into battle, each trying to force the other to surrender. Lucas’s hands were everywhere, and yet she wanted more. Needed more. Her hips rose off the bed through no control of her own, the brain surrendering only to the demands of her body.
The seconds it took for Lucas to open the box of condoms and sheath himself felt like an eternity in hell. Her body on fire, wanting only to get closer to the flame. She was covered in sweat, his or her own she wasn’t sure, nor did she care. When his mouth returned to hers, she pulled her knees up, flattening her feet on the bed and lifting in invitation.
Lucas hesitated above her. Staring into her eyes, he gently brushed a wet lock from her cheek, then ran his thumb along her jawline. The threat of sudden tears took her by surprise. She couldn’t let him see her cry.
Digging her nails into his shoulder blades, she begged, “Lucas, please. I can’t take any more.”
He took her mouth at the same moment he thrust inside her, her muscles rebelling and accommodating at once. The pace started slow, too slow, and she dug her nails in again. Lucas took the hint, increasing the speed, driving harder with every thrust. God, he felt so good. So right. Sex had never been like this. She’d never imagined it could be.
The bed rocked beneath them as the storm outside raged against her tiny cottage. But the storm building inside put any hurricane to shame. Her body tensed, her ankles pressed against Lucas’s firm ass, encouraging, demanding. She gripped his sides, desperate to hold on, fighting the feeling she might fly away at any moment.
Lucas reached an arm behind her left knee, pulling her leg higher and thrust home, sending her off on that magical trip again. Another scream ripped from her lungs, then several thrusts later, Lucas growled in her ear and his body went straight and taut.
They remained connected, lying atop her disheveled blue comforter, panting, sweating, and in Sid’s case, smiling. Lucas’s nose was tucked in against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. This is where she wanted to be every night for the rest of her life. But if the next five weeks were all she could have, then she’d take them.
They’d just have to get her through the next five decades.
An hour later, after a brief nap, Lucas found himself curled around the hottest woman with whom he’d ever shared a bed, wondering when she’d worked her way under his skin. And how did she get in so deep? He’d been worried about Sid’s ability to keep it casual, and all he could think about was spending the next fifty years in this bed with this woman.
Time to get a grip. He had plans. Plans set in Richmond with a long, profitable career as partner and a
