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She nodded, suddenly shy. “I want…I want to be underneath you.”

I rolled, and she went with me, twisting to her back and welcoming me on top of her, caressing my shoulders and spine with her hands, tracing down to my ass, and then between my thighs, clutching my cock in her small, eager hands. I slid my finger down her seam, found her clit, and she gasped, guiding me to her opening.

She hesitated, then. “Lucas?”

“Hmm?” I asked, touching her and kissing her at the same time, eager to taste her, more eager still to finally bury myself inside her.

“You don’t need to say it, or say it back.”

I knew exactly what she meant. But I wasn’t accepting it. “Liv, honey. If I say it, it’ll be because I mean it. And you best know this, too, babe—I ain’t ever said those words to a woman. Barely even said ’em to my kids. But I’ll say ’em to you, and I’ll mean it more’n I ever meant anything in my entire fuckin’ life.”

“You’ve never told a woman you love her?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Never heard it back either.”

She seemed on the verge of tears again, then sniffed, laughing. “I can’t wait to say it to you, then.”

I nuzzled her cheek, and then flexed my hips, aching to be inside her. “Liv…I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”

She bit her lip, stroking my cock in a way that seemed nervous. Her eyes watered. “I’m scared.”

“We can wait.”

She shook her head. “Not like you’re thinking.” She swallowed hard. “I’m not scared of you, of being with you. It’s been so long—and I’m…I’m scared of disappointing you. Not being good enough. I’m scared there was something about me that made Darren not want me.”

“Impossible.” I bent and kissed her lips, and then her chest, and then her breasts. “There ain’t a goddamn thing you could do to disappoint me, not even if you told me you need to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m dying to have you inside me. I’m going crazy for it. But I’m just so scared—that I’ve built it up in my mind, that I won’t be good, that something will go wrong…”

I kissed her to shut her up, and then licked a nipple until she gasped. “You’re overthinking it. You’re getting stuck in your head.”

“Yes.”

I met her eyes. Flexed my hips. “Be with me, Liv. Be here with me, now. Don’t think—feel. Just feel.” I palmed her breast, caressed it. “How’s that feel?”

“So good,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “I love how rough and strong your hand is.”

I took her breast in my mouth and traced her sex, circling her hardening clit with a fingertip. “How about that? How does that feel?”

“Ohhh, oh god,sogood. Like lightning striking me, like…like I’m on fire, but it just makes me want more.”

I slid my finger inside her. Curled, withdrew, added a second, teasing the motion of sex with my fingers—in and out, in and out, curling through her slick, dripping pussy until she was writhing, and then using her own essence to wet her clit and flick it and circle.

“How does that feel, Liv?”

She reached for me, found my cock and brought it to her slit, pushed my hand away and slipped me inside her. With a moan, she flicked open her eyes and fixed them on mine; her brown-green-hazel eyes were wide and shimmering, and she whimpered.

“It feels like I needthis,” she whispered.

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Liv

Lucas Badd was buried deep insideme, and he fit as if he was made to be there. Stretching me to a beautiful ache, making me dizzy with the rapturous perfection of being filled to bursting. I couldn’t breathe for how incredible he felt, how wonderful his cock felt inside me, how much I loved being wrapped around him, being beneath him, letting myself get lost in him.

I cried out as he pushed deep, gasped as he pulled back; wrapping my legs around his buttocks, I clutched his neck with two trembling hands and bit his shoulder as he began to move. Sliding slowly, grinding, gliding, not rushed at all, unhurried—but I could see the desperation in his eyes, the wild frantic need in his gaze. I could feel how intense this was for him, and the way he shook all over as he drew out his movements into slow, deliberate gyrations made me quaver with excitement, with renewed furious passion. I clawed at him, flexed my hips, needing more of him, even though he was already fully seated in me and was making love to me with an aching rhythm, I needed more.

I felt his tears on my face, mixed with my own—and he was groaning, gasping breathlessly.