I Want You Back (Want You #1)(103)

“Has it?”

She didn’t move. She didn’t speak.

The next minute was the most excruciating of my life.

When she shook her head, I finally understood the need to fall to your knees in gratitude.

Lucy said, “Once again you put yourself out there first, leading by example. So before we dissect how our being together will change our day-to-day lives with Mimi, I want tonight for us.”

“Us talking about the precautions we’ll need to take?”

“If you want.” Then she untied her robe and it hit the floor. “But I’d rather you just take me to bed.”

What spurred me out of my shocked state of seeing the sexy woman I loved standing before me naked was seeing the sexy woman I loved standing before me naked holding a strip of condoms.

I must’ve growled when I charged for her, because she took a step back.

Then my mouth crashed down on hers, and my hands were all over her—fisted in her hair, caressing her face, trailing down her neck, covering her breasts, squeezing her hips, palming her ass. Dizzying to realize this beautiful woman had chosen me.

“Bed. Now,” I gritted out.

“No,” she said, chasing my mouth to steal more kisses. “That’s too far away. Right here. In front of the fireplace.”

Somehow, even with her clinging to me, I backed us up ten steps and snagged the remote that turned on the fireplace. Orange, yellow and red flames burst to life. No slow build, just instant heat.

That summed us up perfectly.

“Jax,” she panted against my neck, “take off your clothes.”

“Luce. Have some patience.”

“We’ve passed that point, sport.” She wiggled away from me. “Let me help.”

Lucy slipped her hands underneath the front of my shirt, her palms stopping on my pecs. “Your heart is going a million miles an hour.”

“It tends to do that when you’re touching me,” I said gruffly.

“Do that sexy, he-man, one-handed shirt removal maneuver and I’ll touch you some more.”

Didn’t have to tell me twice. Whoosh, my shirt landed on the floor.

“God. You still have the most fucktacular body.”

Even when I wanted to watch her touching me, I closed my eyes and focused on the soft brush of her thumbs across my nipples. The delicate manner in which she dusted the tips of her fingers across my collarbones. Then she smoothed her hands lovingly down my arms, from the cup of my shoulders to the bones in my wrists.

As her sweet mouth followed the path her fingers had taken, I locked my legs to keep them from shaking. My breath came hard and fast. Each pull of air was saturated with her lemon and flowers scent, and I was drowning in need for her, for this to actually happen so I knew it wasn’t just another damn dream.

I stayed still when her hands squeezed my hips for a few seconds, and then my pulse—and my cock—jumped when she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my sweatpants and slid them down until they fell to my ankles.

I was naked.

She was naked.

I felt like a virgin and suspected I’d last as long as one too once I got inside her. Three years was a long time to be abstinent; nine years was a lot longer to wait to recapture this intimacy with the only woman I’d loved. Christ. I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I didn’t—

“Jax.” Lucy’s hands curled around my face and her lips were a breath from mine. “Stop worrying. Stop holding back.” She took my mouth in the fierce kiss I needed, her tongue owning mine. When I groaned with frustration because I needed more than just kissing, she ripped her lips free. “Baby, you already know how to love me. So show me. Remind me.”

My fears faded. Her confidence in me bolstered my confidence. I growled, “Condom.”

She slapped a square package on my chest so fast I wondered where she’d been keeping it.

After I rolled the rubber on—ignoring her protest that she wanted to do it—I fell to my knees on the rug in front of her. I dragged my mouth between her hip bones until her entire body trembled. My tongue followed the rise of her mound down between her legs. The sweet, sticky wetness I discovered did me in completely.

I brought her down to the floor and levered myself over her.

My arms shook as I indulged in a few more kisses on her beautiful face, the corners of her eyes, her jawline and the tip of her chin. A sheen of sweat coated my body, and I hadn’t done anything strenuous.

Yet.

“Slow and sweet next time,” she said as her grabby hands latched on to my ass and her legs circled my waist.

“You said that the first time, at Borderlands.”

“I remember. And you nearly fucked me through the wall, Stonewall. Let’s see if you can fuck me through the floor.”

“God I love you.”

I drove into her without finesse. I couldn’t have gone slow and sweet if my life depended on it. The hot, wet, tight clasp of her sex nearly undid me right then.

Between Lucy yelling, “Yes, yes, yes,” and her nails gouging my ass as I pumped and thrust, I reached the detonation point far too fast. But Jesus, nothing in my life had ever felt this good.

When she started biting my neck, I didn’t have a fucking prayer of holding back. “Lucy, baby, I can’t—”

“Go over. I want to watch you.”