Put Me Back Together(99)

“I don’t think that bath got you clean enough,” he teased as he lathered up his hands then let them slide over my breasts. I arched into him automatically, crushing his lips with mine, my tongue probing into his warm mouth suggestively. “I see we’re in agreement,” he said against my lips.

“Oh, I agree, I agree, I agree,” I said as his sudsy hands made their way across my stomach and then farther down, causing me to let out a low moan of pleasure.

When I copied his gesture, letting both my hands slip along the length of him, he pressed me back against the wall, his every muscle tensed. He groaned loudly as I did the same thing again, more slowly this time. He began to lavish his appreciation on my neck in such a way that for a second I was literally seeing stars.

“Maybe we should take this to the bed,” I gasped, and Lucas nodded mutely before picking me up right then and there and stepping out onto the tile.

I giggled. “But maybe we should rinse off all the soap first,” I reminded him.

“Oh, right,” he said with a laugh, setting me back on my feet and shaking his head. “I can’t think straight when you’re naked,” he said into my ear as we let the water wash over us. “I think you’ll have to be in charge of all major decisions for the rest of the night.”

“Does that mean I get to decide where you put your hands?” I said, taking both of his palms and pressing them to my butt. “Or your mouth?”

I gently pressed down on his shoulders until he was crouching slightly in front of me, his lips grazing my nipple. It wasn’t a position he could hold for long, so as soon as we were properly rinsed of soap we stepped out of the shower stall and he lifted me onto the counter, which placed me at just the right height. He continued nuzzling my hypersensitive skin for an eternity before finally taking my nipple in his mouth, and I actually screamed at the sudden release of tension. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I stared down at him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but the sound of my scream only seemed to invigorate him. His hands gripped my hips as he continued what he was doing, turning now to the other breast. Water dripped off of us both, creating a pool beneath us as I gripped his shoulders and leaned my head back, my body trembling under his touch.

Eventually I began to shiver, even in the steamy bathroom, so Lucas wrapped a towel around us both and we tripped out of the bathroom, aiming for the bed. I thought maybe we should dry off properly so we wouldn’t make the bed all wet, but Lucas had other ideas. Flinging himself onto the mattress, he tugged me on top of him so that I was upright straddling his waist, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. This wasn’t something we’d ever tried before and I felt suddenly self-conscious with my breasts on full display while he was mostly covered up. I let my hair fall forward, covering my nipples, but he pushed it out of the way. I frowned at him and made an unhappy sound, folding my arms to hide myself instead.

“You’re beautiful, Katie,” he said, gently pulling my arms away and then brushing his thumbs over my breasts, sending flutters of feeling through my body. “Don’t cover yourself, not in front of me.”

“Beautiful…” I said, my hands moving to the wounds on my cheeks. It was so easy to forget about them. After all, I wasn’t the one who had to see them, unless I was looking in a mirror. But Lucas would have to see my ruined face whenever he looked at me. Did he see me differently now? Was it just my body he wanted, or was it all of me? Was I a disappointment and he just didn’t want to say so?

I found I couldn’t remove my hands from my cheeks, but Lucas didn’t make me. Hoisting himself up into a sitting position with me still straddling his lap, he placed delicate kisses over my fingers and my lips until my hands fell away of their own accord. He kept on kissing, one kiss for every single cut and bruise. “I don’t even see it,” he whispered. “Nothing that happens to your body could ever make you less beautiful to me. Nothing.”

I wrapped my arms around this surprising and thoughtful and romantic and amazing, amazing boy and wondered how on earth I’d managed to find one as perfect as him, almost by accident.

“Maybe so, but there are still too many light on,” I said shyly, and he got up to turn off most of the lamps, giving me another chance to ogle his lovely body.

Still, my limbs protested as soon as he let me go, my arms aching for him. Only when our heads were side by side on the pillow and his arms were around me once again did I feel right. That’s what it was. This felt right. It felt good. It had been so long since I’d felt right in my own body and mind that I almost didn’t recognize the feeling.


His hand was running up and down my hip lazily, his eyes roaming over my face. Every few seconds he leaned forward and kissed my lips. I felt so relaxed I was worried I might fall asleep, and that was definitely not what I wanted. Not tonight.

“I want you, Lucas,” I said, keeping my eyes on his.

“Mmmhmm,” he said. “Me, too.”

Yeah, he clearly wasn’t getting what I meant.

“No,” I said, easing myself against him so that we were hip to hip. “I mean I want you, right now.” His sleepy eyes flew open and his hand stilled on my hip, his fingers digging into the fleshy skin. I leaned in and took his mouth with mine, claiming every inch of it, my tongue slipping against his as he pressed me back against the pillows, making a tortured sound deep in his throat.