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Chapter Seven

I'm not going to regret this.

The thought passed through Amanda's mind as Lucas brought her lips back to his.

She was going to have a darned good night, and nothing was going to ruin that.

They kissed for a while longer before Lucas pulled away, releasing her body but holding her hand. He was gazing at her with a new intensity in his eyes that made her toes curl into the rug beneath her foot.

Holding her hand, he led her into the cabin. She had booked a one-bedroom cabin with a kitchen and living area. It was small, but spacious enough for one person.

The wooden interior gave it a warm ambience, unlike any she had ever experienced before. Growing up, she lived in her family's big, cold mansion. A space that her, her two siblings, and their father could barely fill with laughter and warmth.

As a last born, there was a ten year gap between Amanda and her second born sister, Rebecca.

When she was in primary school, her two siblings were in boarding high school. When she was in high school, they had completed their undergraduate studies and started working in the family company. Therefore, despite having two siblings, she spent most of her time in the big house in the company of the household staff. Her father was only around a few hours every week.

Many times, she had thought that maybe if her house wasn't so big, it wouldn't be so lonely.

Lucas led her to a couch in the living area, placed in front of a fireplace. He took a seat, still holding onto her hand.

Amanda went to sit beside him, but he wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs and guided her to straddle him.

One of his hands sneaked upwards, sinking into the hair at the back of her head. She was glad she had taken time with her hair earlier on. For the last two weeks, she had let it settle into coils that weren't exactly soft to the touch when neglected. But the previous day, after deciding to take a break from everything, she made sure to treat it well and restore it to a moisturised, curly appearance. It was okay to let it go in the confines of her apartment. But not outside, where everyone was waiting to see how the famous Amanda Lemaiyan was holding up after her failed engagement.

Lucas drew her in for another kiss, and she went eagerly. Kissing him was so nice, it was like a drug she couldn't get enough of.

Her hands went to his shoulders, this time pushing down his coat. There were way too many clothes between them.

Lucas cooperated, letting her get rid of the coat. Next came his jacket. He helped her get rid of hers too until there was only one layer of clothing between them.

He watched with hooded eyes as her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt. They glazed his skin as they went, and that simple contact gave her more thrill than she had felt in years. When she was done, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Her eyes fisted on the revealed torso.

Hard, well-sculpted pecs and abs. He definitely worked out. His muscles were lean and defined. Just how she liked them. She placed her open palms on his chest and ran them down his body to his abdomen.

She found it insane how she had tried to convince herself earlier that sex with him was a bad idea.

Nothing about this was a bad idea.

While she felt up his torso, his fingers danced along her jeans' waistband and ended at the button. He popped it, then got hold of the zipper. She went to unbutton her own shirt, but he grabbed her hand.

"Leave it," he instructed.

Her hand dropped back down.

"I want to fúck you with your shirt on, Amanda."

She swallowed.

Holy hell.

Why did that sound so hot?

Usually, her partners were eager to get rid of her shirt to get unrestricted access to her chest. But the thought of having half-clothed sex with him was a bigger turn on.

"But we have to get rid of this first," he said.

His hand was creeping below her shirt, reaching for her bra clasp.

She smirked and guided his hand to the front. "It's a front clasp."

He grinned. "All the better."

He undid it, and now her breasts were rubbing against the fabric of her shirt. His large hands covered them, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

Amanda bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes, savouring the sensation.

"Look at me, Amanda," Lucas instructed, his voice low and sensual. She couldn't help but obey.

Her brown eyes locked onto his grey ones that sought to hold her captive. She felt as if she was baring not just her body, but also her soul, to him.

His hands left her torso and went back down to the front of her jeans.

"Don't look away," he instructed as he brought her zipper down.

She swallowed, not daring to say a word. It would probably come out as a croak.

His right hand dived into her panties. She bit harder on her bottom lip, anticipating the contact.

She released a breath she wasn't aware of holding when his finger came into contact with her inner lips.

"Holy, you're so wet, Amanda."

How could she keep looking at him like this? It was… Too intimate. She shouldn't allow him this much power over her.

Going against his request, she tipped her head back, staring at the wall that separated the bedroom from the living area and the kitchen.

"I said to look at me, Amanda."

"Stop teasing me, Lucas."

"Ama-"

She rocked her hips forward, forcing the finger at her entrance inside.

He cursed, his other hand gripping her hip tightly. "Are you getting impatient, Amanda?"

"You're the one who's stalling, Mr…" she looked down at him. "What's your last name?"

"My last name for yours," he bargained.

She hesitated. To be honest, she was a little surprised he hadn't been able to tell who she was until that moment. Her father's group dabbled in many industries, so despite her main interest being in fashion, she was well-known as the youngest daughter of Chairman Lemaiyan. And, now, after what happened two weeks ago, her name was pretty much all over the internet for everyone to see.

Only a person who didn't keep up with the showbiz, or a foreigner, would have no clue about her.

But still, she couldn't risk it. What if her name jogged his mind and he recalled reading or seeing her somewhere on some magazine or screen?

She shook her head. "I'll pass."

"I'll tell you mine, anyway."

"Your call."

"Erikson. Lucas Erikson."

"Suits you," she said, fisting her hand into his dark hair. "Now stop stalling, Mr. Erikson."

"Say that again," he said. "My name."

She huffed. "I'm not a recorder."

He began withdrawing his finger.

"Fine, fine! Erikson. Mr. Erikson. Happy?"

He smiled. "Very."

This time, he plunged two fingers into her warmth, her wetness coating their length.

Amanda gasped and titled her head once again. "Don't stop."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stretched neck. "I don't plan to."

***

The night was unfolding in a way Lucas hadn't foreseen, and he was loving every second of it.

He shifted on the seat, attempting to make more room in his slacks for his erection. His fingers moved in and out between Amanda's legs, eliciting breathless moans from her. She was so wet, he could only think of plunging inside her and taking her right there and then.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come," she moaned, rocking her hips to his rhythm.

He had two fingers inside her, his thumb playing with her clit.

"Not yet," he said, slowing his movements.

"Please, Lucas," she begged, trying to compensate the loss of his quick rhythm with more vigorous thrusts of her hips.

"I want you to come with me inside you," he told her.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, even as her inner muscles clamped on them tightly. He couldn't wait to feel that on his díck.

And he was done waiting.

Her hands were already at his slacks, undoing his button and bringing his zipper down. She didn't waste any time digging into his boxers and wrapping her hand around his length.

"Shit," she cursed, biting down on her lip. Again. It was a habit she had kept up all night, and which turned him on each time she did it. "I think you're ready to go."

He sure as hell was.

Amanda lifted her body, allowing him to shift and bring down his pants. Then she was on his lap again, looking down between them as he grabbed his length and guided it towards her entrance.

He had just grazed his head against her wet flesh when it occurred to him.

"Fúck!" he cursed, quitting his approach.

"What is it?" Amanda asked.

"Protection. I don't have a condom."

Amanda gasped and stopped trying to get closer to him. "Shit, I wasn't thinking about that."

He wasn't thinking either.

He always thought about that. How on earth had he forgotten about it until the last minute?

"Thank God Tyra forcefully packed some into my case," Amanda said, smiling.

Oh thank fúck.

Lucas slapped her bare ass. "Be quick, woman."

Amanda hopped from his lap and hurried towards the bedroom door, where her suitcase lay.

He watched her, enjoying the view of her long legs. She really was beautiful. He wanted those legs wrapped around him, holding him tight while he drove his díck into her relentlessly. While she searched for a condom, he got rid of his slacks and boxers.

After a short while, she walked back towards the couch, a plastic packet in her hands. While he watched, she tore it open with her teeth and retrieved the rubber. Then she repositioned herself on his lap and rolled it down his length.

He loved that she wasn't afraid to take the lead. She was undoubtedly one of the sexiest woman he had been with.

With protection in place, he nudged her opening with the tip of his pénis. She spread her legs wide, giving him all the space he needed. He pushed, penetrating further into her. But he stopped when her fingers dug into his shoulder and she breathed out,

"Wait."

"Are you okay?"

"You're, uh, quite big, it might hurt."

Oh. Well, wasn't that a fine compliment to receive.

"Relax," he urged, his fingers caressing circles into her side. "I'll take it slow."

She gave a nod. "Okay."

Lucas tried to push farther, but something seemed to be keeping him out. She was suddenly tense. She would definitely get hurt if he proceeded.

Halting his movements, he lifted one hand to her chin and turned her face towards his. "Relax, Amanda. I'll be gentle."

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so tense."

"Don't think about anything," he advised, "Besides how good it feels, okay?"

She nodded.

"Kiss me."

She followed his instruction and leaned down to kiss him. As she got more into it, he tried to penetrate her again. This time round, he went farther without any resistance. Then, just when he was thinking he should wait a little while, she moved her hips, forcing him deep inside her. She gasped, breaking their kiss.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I'm good."

He smiled and pecked her lips. "Tell me if you want me to slow down, okay?"

She gave another nod and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

As he pumped into her, she moved her hips to their rhythm. Soon, she was riding him, in total control of how fast or slow they went.

It appeared that whatever was holding her back earlier on was gone as she increased her pace, taking every inch of him inside her every time she pushed downwards.

Reaching up, he removed her hair tie and set her hair loose. It came tumbling down, encasing her beautiful face and covering her shoulders. The sight was captivating, and it contributed to the growing urge in his abdomen.

The buildup in his abdomen was increasing with every moment, and he knew it was going to reach its peak in a few moments if she kept up what she was doing. Reaching between them, he found her clitoris and started rubbing with his thumb.

The added pleasure distracted her as her movements faltered right afterwards.

"Let's switch this up," he said, holding her body tight and flipping onto the couch so that she was now on her back. Her legs went around his waist while he took over, pumping fast into her sleek wetness. He could feel the rush coming.

"I'm so close," she rasped, hands digging into his arms.

Great.

He kept up his pace and a few seconds later, everything his body was holding back released, bursting forward in the most pleasurable way possible.

At the same time, her inner vaginal walls clamped down on his length as her own orgasm hit home.

It was the most intense, satisfying feeling ever, to be able to reach climax at the same time.

He remained still for a while as their bodies rode out the intense feeling, then he carefully withdrew from between her legs. Free, he removed the used condom and tied it at the end.

"A moment," he said, rising to walk towards the bedroom to dump it in the bathroom.

Before he left, he took a few seconds to enjoy the view of her, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath, her shirt bunched up around her waist.

The night was far from over.