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Chapter Twenty One

Amanda kissing him was the last thing Lucas expected. But he didn’t waste a lot of time being surprised.

His lips moved against hers, his hands going around her waist. She wrapped hers around his neck and pressed her body into his, closing every little distance between them.

The kiss was short but intense. She pulled back first, keeping her hands around his neck. Her brown eyes sought his. “This is not a good idea for me, Lucas. Right now, I really want you. But I don’t know what I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

He more than understood. She wanted him in the same way he wanted her. It just wasn’t as easy for her. And he wasn’t going to make things harder. “That’s fine. You’ll know when tomorrow comes. I’ll respect whatever you decide.”

He sure as hell hoped she wouldn’t push him away. But since this was just sex at the moment, it wouldn’t hurt to give in to their desires this once. If she decided he wasn’t worth the risk, he would have to move on. Maybe in the future, when they didn’t work together, he would have better chances with her. If they didn’t work together and she still liked him, he would pursue her to the ends of the world.

She released her hold on him and took a step back, then held one of his hands. She pulled him towards the door leading inside the boathouse. “Is sex on a boat any good?”

He went with her, an amused smile on his face. “Depends on the captain.”

The moment he had the door shut behind them, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her hard. Heavens, how he had missed this feeling. Her soft lips against his, her soft skin under his touch.

He wondered why he still remembered everything about being with her, when he never did with others. Was it because he hadn’t been with anyone else since? Or was it because she affected him in a way no one had in years?

This time, he pulled away first and led her towards the back, to the main cabin. He pushed the door and led the way down the stairs, bringing her into his bedroom.

“Wow, it’s so spacious.”

Lucas sat on the bed and pulled her with him. She straddled him, resting her knees on either side of his hips. He pressed an open kiss on the side of her neck. “Lets put it to good use, then.”

Amanda’s head fell back, allowing him more access to her neck. He buried his nose in her skin, taking in the aromatic smell that clung to her. Was it the body wash she used? Body oil? Or did she just naturally smell like an exotic flower? Whatever it was, he wouldn’t mind getting drunk on it.

His lips travelled the length of her neck to the region below her ear, then along her jaw. Finally, they brushed against hers, their breath mingling. Before they could kiss again, she rested her palm on his chest and pushed, urging him to lay on his back. He obeyed, his eyes glued to her as he went.

She grabbed the hem of her cashmere sweater and pulled it upwards, taking the top she was wearing underneath along. He drank in the sight of her smooth skin as she tossed the clothes aside. When he tried to get a touch, she pressed a palm on his right pec and kept him down.

Heavens, what did she plan to do to him?

Now only wearing her pair of low slung jeans and bra, she rested her hands on her thighs and started rocking her hips. He was already turned on, but with her rubbing on him like that, all the blood rushed down to his díck.

He groaned as his hard on grew more prominent and the need to be inside her overwhelmed his senses.

But she wasn’t done teasing him.

Her hands rose from her thighs to her bare torso. They travelled upwards, then disappeared behind her back. Soon after, her bra loosened and she brought the straps down her arms. His eyes zeroed in on her breasts, and he itched to touch them. To kiss them.

Within seconds, he had her on her back and with a single roll, he brought them to the middle of the bed, his body loaming over hers.

“I wasn’t done,” Amanda protested, but she didn’t look seem to mind at all.

“Teasing me to death?” he quipped.

She chortled, but the sound quickly turned into a moan when he captured her left nipple in his mouth. While his tongue licked the small bud to life, his fingers teased the other.

Amanda’s hands went to his waist, pulling up his t-shirt. He released her breasts to allow her to pull it off, then he was back to ravishing her. While he did, her hands travelled down his back, igniting fire wherever they touched.

Then she wrapped her legs around him and raised her hips, giving his díck some much needed friction. In return, he thrust his hips forward, pushing her lower body back into the mattress and giving her a taste of what was to come.

He came to his knees, bringing his fingers to her waistband. She watched him, eyes heavy with desire. He wanted her to look at him like that many, many times. With the button and zip out of the way, he pulled the jeans down her long legs.

Now, all she had on was a pair of lacy red panties beckoning to him. When he went to get rid of his jeans and she tried to get rid of them, he stopped her. “Keep them on.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Is this like the shirt thing?”

She was referring to their first time having sex when he asked her to keep her shirt on.

Lucas tossed his pants aside and rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it weird?” Gods, he had never been unsure of himself in bed before. What was this woman doing to him?

To his relief, she shook her head. “No, I find it very sexy.”

He couldn’t help his grin. He was glad she agreed. Maybe the next time, he would fuck her with only her heels on.

If there was a next time.

And maybe if he was lucky, he would get to bend her over his desk at work and fúck her without getting rid of any article of clothing.

Getting rid of his boxers too, he shifted towards his bedside cabin and retrieved a condom. He rolled the rubber down his length then stretched his body out next to hers. Amanda turned her head to him, seeking his lips. As they kissed, his hand moved down her belly and dipped beneath her red underwear.

His fingertips brushed against wet, soft folds. He pushed his middle finger into her, drew back slowly, then added his index finger. Amanda’s breath came in a rush. She stopped their kiss and whispered, “Fúck me already.”

Oh, he was going to. After he made her tell him what he wanted to hear.

“Do you want me inside you that bad?”

“You know I do.”

With the way she was moving her hips? Yeah, he knew.

“Last night, when you went home, did you think of me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”

“Lucas,” she whined, one hand going below to grab his and urge him to go faster.

“Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes. Since the resort, you’re the only one I think about when I touch myself.”

Her eyes grew wide immediately and she looked away, as if she hadn’t planned on revealing that bit.

He didn’t let her feel self-conscious for long. “You’re the only one I’ve thought about, too, since we were together.” He brushed strands of her hair from her forehead. “And I’ve thought about you a lot.”

For once, in his life, he wasn’t lying about that.

The soft smile that touched her lips was worth everything.

He withdrew his hand from between her pússy and shifted his hips. Guiding his length, he pushed her red panties to the side and nudged his head against her sex. Then he sank into her, relishing every second as her vagina sheathed him.

He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his lips parting as his breathing got deeper and shallower.

He fúcked her slowly at first, getting deeper each time. Her legs tightening around his hips and her moans in his ears fed his own arousal, and he couldn’t help picking up pace.

With the hand holding her panties to the side, he started rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. He lifted his face and watched as her eyes fluttered shut, her head thrown back and her lips parted. He wanted to be the only one who could see her like that.

As he got closer to the edge, his hips seemed to have developed a mind of their own as they pumped relentlessly, thrusting into her at an insane pace. She was so tight around him and if she wasn’t so wet and he couldn’t see what he was doing to her, he would be worried about hurting her. So he let his body take the lead, driving them both to the release they wanted so badly.