2) He knows about wine, history, cathedrals, music, and love stories. (Bonus points for deadly historical blowjob as well as for family owning a vineyard.)
3) He opens doors for me and always allows me to enter a room first.
4) His apartment is beautiful and immaculate, even the bathroom.
5) He knows how to give me multiple orgasms and doesn’t give a f**k about a wet spot. In fact, he’s proud of them.
“Found it.”
A moment later, I heard the scratchy sound of an old recording and then the opening strains of the song. A huge grin stretched my lips, and I walked around the counter into the living room just as Lucas straightened up. The sight of him, wearing jeans but no shirt, barefoot, his curls messed and lying any which way, made my stomach flip.
“Dance with me.”
He shook his head. “I’m an even worse dancer than singer, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t care. Please?” I held out my hand, and he grimaced but took it, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his other arm around me. In my bare feet, my eyes were level with his chin, which meant I could comfortably rest my head on his shoulder. “You’re so easy,” I teased. “All it takes is ‘please’ to get you to do something.”
“You better be nice or I’m not going to tell you what the lyrics mean,” he warned.
I kissed his scruffy chin. “Sorry. I’ll be nice.”
Closing my eyes, I tipped my head onto his shoulder again and listened as he translated the lyrics for me, and the gist of it was that life looks different when you’re in love. Better. Prettier. Although just like this afternoon, my mind drifted from what he was saying to how he said it. How his voice sometimes cracked when he spoke low and soft. How he held me to his chest so closely I could feel his heartbeat. How he swayed to the song’s old-fashioned rhythm, turning us in a slow circle in front of the windows.
My cheek warmed on his bare skin, and I felt something start to stir within me. It had to be going on three AM, and I was drowsy and satisfied, yet I couldn’t stop myself from kissing his shoulder, his collarbone, his neck.
Lucas stood still as I kissed my way up to his lips, then he took my head in his hands, bringing his mouth to mine. Between us I felt his c**k begin to thicken and rise and press against my pelvic bone. My lower body clenched involuntarily.
“Mmmmm, Lucas?” I turned my head and his mouth moved along my jaw and down my neck.
“Yeah?” His breathing had gone ragged.
“I know I’ve already had my star turn and one encore already, and I don’t want to be greedy, but can we do it again?”
Instead of answering, he walked backward and sat on the couch, pulling me down onto his lap. I straddled him, one knee on either side of his hips, and he began unbuttoning my shirt.
“The couch, really?” I couldn’t help but be amazed. We’d closed the drapes and all, but Tucker would never have done it on an expensive couch, and this one looked like a nice antique. “You’re not worried about…getting something on it?”
“Do I seem worried?” He didn’t even pick his head up from my chest, where he was already dragging his tongue over one nipple and twisting the other one between his fingers. Fuck, I loved his mouth and hands on me. His breath on my skin.
“No.”
“There’s your answer.”
I smiled, holding his head to my chest as he nibbled and sucked and bit, circling my hips, rubbing against the erection straining against his jeans. This feels f**king amazing—maybe he’ll let me stay on top.
Yet another thing Tucker did not enjoy, at least never with me.
Lucas brought his lips back to mine, and I gripped the back of the couch, riding him even harder and feeling him push up to meet me. “Let me get up for one second,” he whispered.
When he returned, he kicked off his jeans and pulled me right back where I was.
I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting hallelujah.
After helping him roll the condom on, I slowly lowered my body onto his long, solid cock, my breath caught in my throat. Lucas closed his eyes as I sank down, his expression almost pained. He kept his hands on my hips, but he didn’t push.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You feel so f**king good, I don’t know if I can even look at you.”
I smiled. “Why?”
“Because you’re so gorgeous, and your body’s so perfect, and you’re so tight and wet and oh f**k, don’t move yet…”
But I’d gotten all the way down, gasping at how deep I was able to take him, and couldn’t resist rocking my h*ps a little, just to tease him. “Mmm, Lucas.”
“Fuck.” His c**k pulsed once inside me.
“I love the way that feels,” I whispered, squeezing him with my core muscles.
“Mia.” My name fell from his lips before he kissed me long and hard and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair as I began to raise and lower myself, sliding up and down his shaft. “Oh God. Just wait—don’t move,” he begged, curling his fists and pulling on my hair.
I didn’t want it to end yet either, so after lowering myself all the way down again, I stayed where I was, reveling in the feel of him so deep and thick within me. He reached between us with one hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit, keeping the other fingers furled tight in my hair.
“Oh my God, how do you know exactly how to touch me?” I whimpered. “Did you read some kind of instruction manual somewhere and memorize it?” His thumb moved quicker, and I could feel the orgasm beginning to build.