Was it conceivable that this could be the beginning of love and not merely simple desire or lust? She had no idea, but he was right. They had found something unique that first night and she wanted it back.
His eyes locked on hers and Lucas smiled. ‘I want to kiss you.’
There was a naughty look in his eye she couldn’t resist. Who wanted to resist anyway? He bent his head towards her. Becca lifted her face to meet him, deciding this kiss was her choice and he needed to know it.
Her lips were so soft, warm and welcoming.
His body reacted recognising her scent, her taste and the feel of her. However, this was neither the time nor the place to get hot and heavy. He lifted his mouth with a reluctance that made her smile.
She knew exactly what she was doing to him and his eyes promised retribution.
‘Time to go home.’
He didn’t want to give Becca time to change her mind.
Lucas was more than aware that her trust in him was a fragile thing.
Even though she’d said no to marriage, they’d come to a type of understanding, a breakthrough.
She wanted romance?
Hell, he’d give her romance.
When they entered the house, he swept her up in his arms and took the stairs to his bedroom two at a time.
Her hands wound around his neck and she sent him a bland look.
‘Can I just say that my legs are perfectly fine?’
He shouldered open the door to his bedroom, then kicked it shut before sliding the lean length of her down his rock hard body.
His hands cupped her face as he lifted it for his kiss. ‘I adore your legs.’ And his mouth plundered.
His body hardened even further as the burn deep in his belly burst into flame.
Becca forgot to breathe.
She couldn’t think. It was impossible to kick-start her brain. And it took her back to the first time she’d met him. Ever since that night her whole life had spiralled out of control. Nothing had prepared her for this, the flames dancing along her flesh, creating liquid heat deep inside her body. Her too sensitive breasts ached and it felt fabulous. Then her fingers found and slid into the black silk of his hair.
‘How do you do this to me?’
He spoke against her mouth, ‘You do it to me too,
querida
.’
He took her lips again and again with long drugging kisses that left her aching for more.
‘It must be chemistry,’ she whispered into his mouth. ‘It’s the only logical explanation.’
He kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of her, his thick arousal pressing against her belly was hard and heavy with need of her.
‘Logic? Who cares?’ The deep rumble in his voice was a possessive, throaty seduction and shook her to her core.
Becca pulled back, running a gentle palm over the clear taut skin of his cheek.
‘Give me a moment. I can’t think, can’t breathe.’
His fabulous mouth curved. ‘Do you think after that statement I am going to stop?’
Deep blue eyes studied every millimetre of his face.
The confusion, desire and guilt Lucas read there threatened to destroy the moment.
‘Why do I feel so much for you? It doesn’t make sense. I’ve known one man before you and it took him months to get me into bed. All I can think of is having wild sex with you.’
Lucas couldn’t help it, he grinned. ‘You do? Let me help you with that.’
The smile trembled on her lips. ‘Why you?’
He bent his head to steal another long kiss then rested his forehead on hers and ordered his hungry shaft to be patient.
‘Wanting me, it makes you feel guilty?’
‘Yes.’
‘I need to tell you that when I hear the love you still have for him, it makes me envious,
querida
.’
Becca’s heart turned over at the longing in his voice, just as the tone of it caressed her skin with gentle fingers.
He deserved total honesty.
‘I’m not sure I can give my heart again,’ she admitted, looking up into that fabulous face.
And she wondered if she was being true to herself.
‘I will never ask for something you cannot give wholly and freely.’
Becca’s breath caught in her throat as she stared into his dark eyes, fascinated by what she found there, for her.
‘You don’t strike me as a man who would be prepared to accept second best.’
Lucas nodded, astonished at how quickly she’d come to understand him.
Becca saw him quite clearly. She stood there with such bravery, such sincerity, staring up at him with those big eyes. And she was so amazingly beautiful to him. A lump the size of his fist rose in his throat as he buried his face in her hair afraid to show her the feelings threatening to choke him. She wasn’t ready to hear how much she already meant to him. And God knew he wasn’t ready to tell her.
She stiffened in his arms. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I’ve spoilt it.’
He cupped her face between his hands, tipped her head back to look into those wide eyes.
‘You did not. But I have to be honest. I cannot seem to get past your need for wild sex.’
With indecision so clear in her eyes, Lucas felt poised on a knife edge. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He would have her. She was his. But he needed it to be her decision.
With a brave tilt of her chin and a challenge in her eye, she smiled up at him.
‘Are you sure you feel up to it?’
In response he swept Becca into his arms, strode to the bed and set her on her feet.
‘I can see you’re feeling fine.’
‘Raise your arms.’ Thrilling to the command in his deep voice Becca did as she was told.
He swept off her sweater, his eyes going darker as he ran his gaze over the scrap of silk that was her bra. He unclipped it, drew it down her arms and tossed it over his shoulder. She knew her lack of breasts weren’t to every man’s taste. But the way Lucas looked at her made her nipples bloom like flowers thirsty for sunlight.
He unbuttoned her jeans, slid down the short zip and swept them and her panties over her hips and down to her ankles before he knelt before her.
Heart pounding too fast against her ribs, she watched heat sore into his cheeks as he ran strong hands from her ankles, up the sensitive skin at the back of her knees, her thighs and over her hips before his thumbs explored, gently parting the lips of her sex.
Becca trembled, gasping as those dark eyes met hers and his thumbs slid through the slick evidence of her arousal.
‘You are more than ready for me,
querida
. You have no idea what you do to me. Sit,’ he ordered.
She obeyed without question and lay back on her elbows as he removed her flat boots one at a time, then her socks before sliding off her jeans and panties.
He knelt before her.
‘Open your legs. I want to see you. I want to taste you, to touch you.’ That deep voice did amazing things to the little bead of screaming arousal between her thighs, and she did as he asked.
His hands gripped her hips and his head dipped between her legs.
‘Oh, God!’
It felt so decadent lying with her legs spread wide and a gorgeous man between her thighs tasting her with long flat strokes of his tongue over her slick heat. His mouth sucked, his tongue swirled around the screamingly aroused bead of nerve endings. He brought her to the brink before he rose and stepped back.
Jerky little sobs escaped from her throat and she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge under the zip of his jeans.
With aching slowness his eyes never left hers as Lucas stripped.
Heat burned her cheeks as he kicked off his jeans and underpants and took his hard shaft in his fist, slowly pumping to ease the ache.
Her shocked gasp made him smile.
The man had absolutely no embarrassment about touching himself. Becca wondered if she’d ever get used to it and found she could hardly breathe.
He was all lean muscle with a wide chest and shoulders and narrow hips.
She looked lower.
He had no shame when it came to his need of her either. And, boy, did he need her. For a panicked moment she wondered how on earth he’d managed to fit inside her last time and she slid further up the bed.
‘Come here,
querida
.’ The tone brooked no refusal.
Her frantic heart jerked in her chest. ‘I’m fine where I am.’
‘Becca, come here.’
Taking a deep breath, she scooted to the end of the bed and rose staring into his dark eyes before taking a few steps to the side and back.
‘Stop moving back every time I try to get close to you.’ There was a glint of humour in his eyes, his voice. The tone slid over her skin, a lingering caress setting every nerve ending alive.
Her mouth went dry. ‘Wanting you naked and actually getting you naked is two entirely different things.’
He moved towards her with a look in his eye that scared her to death and she took a hesitant step back which made him smile and run his tongue along his top teeth.
This had been her idea, her choice, so why did she feel like she’d invited a big black panther into her room and now she was waiting for it to bite her?
Becca swallowed audibly. ‘I’m not sure this is a good idea.’
Those dark eyes mesmerised her even as the rumble of his deep voice vibrated through her blood.
‘Did you dream of me, Becca? After our last night together, did you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Every night?’
‘Yes.’
He seemed to float towards her. ‘I dream of you every night. Think of you every moment of every day. Even when you are in my bed I know I will still dream of you.’
Oh my God.
‘What are you saying, Lucas?’ Her voice was a mere whisper as her heartbeat roared in her ears.
‘We need to give those dreams a chance.’
He moved closer.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ she whispered.
‘We
have
done this before. We are good together,
querida
. Our chemistry is very potent.’ His big hands framed her face so her gaze met his. ‘I also remember you begging me to make love to you.’
There was a little edge to his voice and Becca tried not to smile with the pure joy of feminine power blooming inside her. His needs, his emotions appeared as naked as his body.
‘I keep thinking this has happened too fast.’
‘Becca,’ he whispered, the ache in his voice crystal clear. ‘You know this is serious between us.’
She leaned into him, the tips of her breasts pressed against his strong chest. ‘That’s what scares me.’
His need of her, thick and heavy pressed pleadingly into her soft belly.
He bent his head, his mouth now an inch from hers.
‘Be with me. Give me a chance. Say you want me that much,’ Lucas tempted, his voice the merest whisper.
He ran feather light kisses over her face, down her throat before he lifted his head.
She looked up at him. The dark intensity burning in his eyes for her seared her heart. She felt the heavy jerk of his need and her arms were already sliding around his neck even as her body pressed against his.
She knew she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. The urge to pull back almost overwhelmed her.
‘Is this going to work, Lucas?’ she whispered into his mouth making no attempt to hide the anxiety in her voice.
‘I believe we have a good chance of it working.’
His lips skimmed over her eyelids and he pressed gentle kisses on her cheekbones, her chin, before finding the frantic pulse in her neck.
Still she held back, knowing she needed to settle the question in her own mind. Her desperate need for him was so strong. But then his teeth nipped her earlobe, his tongue licked the small ache and she felt the hot throb deep in her core, the brutal clench of muscles craving for relief.
‘Becca,’ he breathed her name. ‘I adore you,
querida
.’
She heard the truth, the sincerity in his voice. She tilted her head back to give him better access and his mouth took and feasted on hers. A hot whip of pleasure lashed her, consuming her. She held him closer, moving her pelvis in a rhythm older than time of a woman enticing her mate.
His face was dark as he looked down into her eyes. Big hands traced the shape of her body, slid up to cup her breasts.
Her hands slid up over the muscles of his strong chest and she leaned forward to taste his skin. Her lips pressed, suckling the spot over his heart before she swirled her tongue over a tight brown nipple.
She was trying to kill him.
Every bone in his body hurt, a hard, painful ache.
He lifted her face to his, searching for her mouth like a blind man, needing to taste, to take. She opened her mouth to him to let him in.
Lucas caught her up in his arms, kissing her frantically. His mouth on hers, accepting her breath, feeding her his.
She was under him, his hips cradled between her legs and Becca had no idea how it had happened.
His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch, stroking, caressing, possessing. Then she heard her own high gasp as he plunged two fingers deep within her, his thumb swirled around her clitoris and her muscles fisted around his fingers.
Oh God, she was so wet, waiting and eager for this.
Her frantic fingers dug into his buttocks, pulling him to her.
What was he waiting for?
‘Lucas? Please...’
Lucas responded immediately to the desperate demand in her voice.
He opened her hips wider and thrust into her with one deep stroke.
Her gasping sobs of pleasure only increased his own as she arched her back exposing the curve of her neck, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He couldn’t help it, Lucas cried out again and again as he surged into her. She was a velvet fist of silky fire as her feminine muscles gripped him almost too tightly.
Becca clung onto his shoulders, giving herself up to the ride of her life.
Flesh slapped against flesh. Their hearts and breathing synchronised as pressure built up and up until she wanted to scream with the intense pleasure building through her.
A huge force gathered in his body, hot and thick, a heady mix of desire, complex emotions and sheer lust.