“Lucas,” I moan and his answering groan sends a shiver through me.
“Christ, I love hearing you moan my name. I’m not going to last this time.”
I shake my head. “Me either.”
He releases my hip to lean down and kiss me as he drives into me faster and harder. My body tightens until I’m sure that I’m going to break. Just before I do, my release explodes through me and I gasp as I cling to him. He rips his lips from mine and thrusts a few more times before stilling and releasing a deep groan.
“Baby,” he breathes, collapsing on top of me and I wrap my arms around him as a giggle slips past my lips. He growls and playfully nips at my neck. “Something funny?”
“No, not funny.”
He pulls back and meets my gaze. “Why are you laughing then?”
“Because you make me really fucking happy.”
A smile stretches across his face and his gaze heats as he glances down at my tits. “You give me five minutes and I’ll make you really happy a second time.”
I giggle again, nodding. “Deal.”
* * * *
“Lucas,” I whisper playfully as I walk my fingers up his bare chest and he grumbles something in his sleep before rolling away from me. Smiling, I cuddle in behind him and press my lips to his neck.
“Woman,” he groans. “I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s too fucking early to be awake. What the hell are you doing to me?”
“I want you,” I whine. He sighs and rolls to his back before cracking one eye open and squinting up at me. In the past week or so, it’s become very apparent that Lucas is not a morning person but he just looks so damn cute when he’s sleepy that I can’t stop myself from waking him up.
“I never thought I would complain about my girlfriend wanting too much sex.”
I fight back a smile as I lean in and kiss him. “Say that again.”
“What? That you want too much sex?” he asks and I giggle, shaking my head.
“No, the other part.”
His large arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer, opening both eyes as he flashes me a teasing smile. “The girlfriend part?”
“Yeah,” I breathe with a nod, my heart on the verge of bursting as the word settles inside me.
“It feels kind of lame, doesn’t it?”
“What does?”
He brushes my hair out of my face. “The word girlfriend, like we’re a couple of teenagers.”
“What would you call me then?”
“Hmm,” he hums, studying me. “I don’t know. Since I haven’t asked you to marry me yet, I can’t call you my fiancée…”
“Y…Yet?” I stutter, looking down at him with wide eyes and he nods.
“No more holding back, right?”
I nod.
“Then you’ve got to know I’m completely and totally in love with you, Quinn Dawson, and someday, I’m going to make you my wife.”
I shake my head as my mouth drops open. “I don’t… How can you…”
“A while back you asked me what I wanted out of my life and then the other night Brooklyn fell asleep on my chest and you were passed out next to me and looking down at the two of you, I realized that I already had everything. Nothing else matters as long as I get to spend my life with you.”
Tears well up in my eyes as I stare at him, my heart racing. “You mean that?”
“Baby, you know I don’t…”
“Say things you don’t mean,” I finish for him as a tear rolls down my cheek. He brushes it away as his brows furrow.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m the luckiest girl in the whole damn world. And because I never dreamed I would find this, find you, and now that I have, I feel like my heart just can’t hold this much happiness. I love you, too.”
He grins and pulls me into a tornado of a kiss that only reaffirms everything we just said to each other and when he finally pulls back, we’re both gasping for air.
“Come take a shower with me,” he commands and I nod, the thought of watching water slide down his muscular body almost driving me out of my mind with need.
“I hope you’re gearing up for another round.”
He shakes his head. “Jesus, woman. You really are insatiable and I’m going to need nourishment if you expect me to go again after the five times we did it last night.”
“You know,” I call, watching him as he flings the covers off his naked body and climbs out of bed. “Some men only get sex on their birthdays.”
When he reaches back for me, I grab his hand and let him pull me to my knees before he drags me over to the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. “How unfortunate for them. Thank God, I’ve got a girlfriend who’s an undercover freak.”
I scrunch up my nose. “You’re right. I don’t like that word. We should come up with something else.”
“Okay,” he muses, nodding his head. “What about mine?”
“Mine… I could get with that.”
He nods and lifts me into the air and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he throws me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and carries me into the bathroom. I watch as he turns the water on and when it’s warm, he steps inside with me still in his arms. Only when the glass shower door is closed does he slide me down the front of his body.
“Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are in the mornings?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you have.”
“What an oversight because you’re better than any sunrise I’ve ever been forced to endure.”
I tsk and turn away from him to let the water run down the front of my body. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“No, I’m serious,” he rasps, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You make getting up early worth it.”
“Aw,” I tease, pressing my hand to my chest. “Now, that’s love.”
“You know what,” he growls, spinning me back around to face him and lifting me in the air. He pins me against the shower wall and rubs his hardening cock against my pussy. “You’re being awfully sassy this morning.”
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t given me this,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his as much as I can and he groans. With one arm securely wrapped around my hips, he thrusts his hand into my hair and pulls me down to his lips, searing his name into my very soul with his kiss. I gasp and his tongue teases mine for a second before he nips at my bottom lip.
“This what you want?” he asks, his voice full of fire. The sound settles right between my thighs and I moan as I imagine him sinking into my core just like he did all night long. I’ve never had sex like this and he may be right that I’m a little addicted to it but I don’t care. He makes me feel things that I can’t find words to explain and I don’t want to stop.
“More.”
He growls and drops me to my feet before spinning me to face the wall. “Plant your hands, baby.”
“Why?”
His teeth nip at my earlobe and I gasp, goose bumps racing across my skin as he drags his lips down my neck and plants a kiss on my shoulder. “Just do what you’re told, Quinn. You trust me, right?”