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3) Kissing in the rain is fun, but making out with Lucas in his shower is fucking outstanding—hot water streaming down our bodies, steam rising all around us, enveloping us in a hot little cloud of lust. It’s enough to make you do things you never thought you’d do (See item #4).
4) Having Lucas inside me without any barrier between us is a physical rapture beyond words—actually the rapture is beyond physical. Which brings me to item #5.
5) I think I might have feelings for Lucas. Big ones.
The shower spray was hot on my back, but I was even hotter on Lucas’s front. My legs were twined around his hips and he held me aloft with his hands under my ass. Our mouths were connected so tightly not one drop of water permeated the kiss, and I was sucking his tongue into my mouth, wishing I could have more of him inside me.
But we had no condom in the shower.
His cock was trapped between us, sliding between my slippery folds as he moved me against him. He was hard and thick and long, and all I could think of was having him slide into me, just the way we were.
“Lucas, I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly. “I’m on the pill.”
He pulled his head back and looked at me, water dripping from his dark locks. “We can’t.”
“You’re right, sorry.” And he was right. God, what the hell was I thinking? I went back to kissing him, grinding against him, panting with want.
A few seconds later he said, “Well, maybe we can.”
“We can?”
“Maybe just for a minute. I mean, if you want to. I won’t come.”
How the hell could he say that? I knew I couldn’t make that kind of promise. And I knew being on the pill shouldn’t give us permission to be reckless—it wasn’t foolproof. Sex without a condom wasn’t smart behavior when you’d only known someone for two days—and yet I wanted to feel him so badly. And he was leaving tomorrow. “OK. I just want to feel you that way. Even if it’s only for a minute.”
He kissed me before hitching me a little higher, and I used my leg muscles to hold myself up while he positioned himself beneath me. Steam rose around us, lending the moment a dreamlike quality. It’s like it’s not even real. When I felt him at my center, I released my viselike hold on his waist and slid down his hard length, my eyes locked on his.
Oh my God.
I thought it, but he actually said it.
Then he closed his eyes. “You feel so good. Too fucking good.”
My body fought the urge to move, to ride him, to feel him thrusting into me.
Fought it for five whole seconds.
“Oh God.” I grabbed the back of his neck and circled my hips, squeezing my muscles around him.
“Fuck, Mia.” He turned and put my back against the cool white tiles, giving in to his own urge to drive into me, slow at first, then deep and hard. I answered every thrust of his hips with my own, rubbing myself against him in a way that had my body racing toward climax.
The feeling of his bare cock inside me was arousing enough, but it was the thought that did me in—the notion that the most sensitive, most intimate, most private part of him was inside that part of me, unguarded.
I came hard, biting down on his shoulder and clamping my legs around him, unable even to breathe.
The moment I relaxed my hold on him, Lucas frantically set me down and pulled out. Without even hesitating, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, employing all the little tricks he’d liked before, skipping the slow, teasing phase and going straight for porn star goddess.
“Oh my God, Mia, oh my God, oh fuck, I’m gonna come, so if you don’t—”
I silenced him by looking up and meeting his eyes, and he lost control two seconds after that, throbbing and streaming into my mouth as he braced himself against the wall behind me.
When it was over, he reached down and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me and resting his forehead on my shoulder. “Jesus. Mia.”
And his voice cracked. Right over my name.
And that little sound, more than anything else, had me closing my eyes, holding him close, and thinking the terrifying thing.
I’m so in love with him.
