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“Agreed. But now I’m starving,” he said, scratching his stomach.
“Are you? Yeah, I guess we sort of skipped dinner. Poor baby. You had to work so hard without enough energy.”
He looked at me. “You. Are not. Work.”
I smiled shyly, and he reached out, pulling me close so my body aligned with his and my head rested on his chest.
“But,” he continued. “I do need some energy if we’re going to keep this up—which I hope we do—so we should probably get something to eat. It must be nine o’clock.”
My heart beat hard against his side. Could he feel it? “OK.”
But neither of us moved, and in a moment our breathing synced in a way that had me warm and drowsy again. I wrapped an arm around his stomach and Lucas’s hand traced spirals on my shoulder. When his stomach growled, it startled me.
r /> “Your body has spoken,” I said, sitting up. “Shall we eat?”
“Definitely. What do you feel like?”
I shrugged. “Surprise me.”
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“What?”
It split wide open on his face. “Your hair is awesome right now.”
Groaning, I wrapped my head in my hands. “I know. So is yours.”
“I figured.” He swept a hand through his and sat up as well. “I guess I should comb it.”
I dropped my arms and feigned shock. “You own a comb?”
He tackled me, throwing me onto my back and hovering above me, my wrists pinned to the bed. His curly mop of hair fell forward, but rather than make me laugh, it had me chewing my bottom lip again, imagining his head between my thighs. What the hell was I going to do when I had to go home? What if I never had this again? Lucas lingered above me a moment, studying me, and both our chests started to expand more rapidly. I felt his engorged cock on my thigh, hard and ready.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“My stomach can wait,” he said, lowering his mouth to my neck. “My dick is more demanding. It wants you now.”
Desire oozed between my legs as he sucked my earlobe and began to slide his body over mine.
“Lucas.”
“Yeah.” His breath was warm in my ear.
“Let’s take a shower.”
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4 Insanely Glorious Things
I Realized In The Shower With Lucas
(& 1 Terrifying One)
1) Lucas is Dangerous When Wet. Because when I saw him with his hair soaked and slicked back, it only emphasized the cut of his cheekbones, the arch of his brows, the angle of his jaw, and I nearly hyperventilated with the need to put my mouth EVERYWHERE.
2) Having someone else wash your hair and soap your body feels more decadent than indulging in molten chocolate cake —especially when that person is naked, sexy as hell, and massages your scalp in a way that makes your toes curl.
