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 sweet-natured wife by his side. Those plans did not include a heathen for a spouse, nor did Anchor Island play a part. Not as anything more than the hometown he visited on holidays to check in with the family. Family that would someday include Joe and Beth’s children.
Lucas rolled away from Sid and sat up on the side of the bed. His body objected to having to let her go, which was all the more reason do so. She rolled onto her stomach, naked curves making his mouth water.
Sid was clearly not tormented by any unwelcome feelings. Maybe he’d been wrong about her not being the casual type. She’d offered sex and nothing more, and that’s what she gave. Grant it, tables could turn come morning. She might start demanding more the moment she woke. If those demands came with nights like this one, he might be tempted meet them.
As if running from the thought, Lucas crossed the room to the small bathroom in the corner. After splashing cold water on his face, he toweled dry and felt sanity begin to return. Less than two months had passed since Elizabeth became Beth and left him for his brother.
So he’d been hurt and lonely. And maybe he still was. But he didn’t feel lonely with Sid. And there was no chance of her being anything but what she was. Tough as nails. Stubborn as a mule. And sexier than any woman he’d ever met.
She had a heart too. Buried deep, but it was there. And he could break it as easily as Elizabeth broke his. So they’d keep it casual. Enjoy each other for a short while. They could do that.
His feelings on firmer ground, Lucas padded back to the bed as the wind buffeted the tiny cottage. Along the way, he pulled a white blanket from the back of a chair. The moment his weight hit the mattress, Sid turned to him, squeezing into his arms and a little closer to his heart.
He threw the blanket over them and kissed her on the forehead. Keep it casual he thought. But he knew doing so was going to be the biggest challenge Sid Navarro would throw his way.