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“Maybe I do,” she whispered. “And maybe I want it anyway.”
He kissed her again, unable to resist the pull between them. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them. As he deepened the kiss, Carver knew this moment would change everything.
He couldn’t let her go now, not after feeling her in his arms, not after tasting the sweetness of her lips and body. For Lucy, he would become a different kind of monster—one who could love.
Chapter Eight
One moment they were talking, the next, Caver sealed his hungry mouth over hers and tugged her close. Enough talking. This was what she came for—wanting to know if the spark between them was real—and Lucy wasn’t disappointed one bit.
Their clothes came off as they moved to Carver’s bedroom. She found herself naked and lying on her back. Lucy crooked a finger at him, an invitation to join her. Carver stood at the edge of the bed, simply gazing at her for a few moments. The intense hunger in his eyes made her shiver, made her want him even more.
He climbed into bed, straddling her. Carver began spoiling her with kisses and she couldn’t have enough of him or his possessive touches. He skimmed his hands down her body, moving his mouth from her lips to her breasts.
Carver paid the utmost attention to each nipple, making her cry out when he marked both breasts. Her pussy was drenched by the time he hefted her legs over his broad shoulders, then entered her without warning.
Lucy gasped, raking her nails over his shoulders. It seemed Carver knew exactly what she wanted without her telling him and that thrilled her. He pumped in and out of her, each thrust getting deeper and faster. Sweat coated both their bodies as Carver reduced them to needy animals.
She met him for every push, while the pressure inside her intensified. The next time he entered her, she climaxed. Lucy came, screaming out his name. Several minutes later, Carver followed, emptying his seed inside her.
Carver slipped next to Lucy in bed, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, despite the tumultuous thoughts still swirling in her mind.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” he murmured, kissing her softly.
“Me too,” she admitted. “Were you truly surprised?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You giving me a chance was the last thing I ever expected.”
Lucy smiled, nestling closer to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek. They lay there for a while, enjoying the closeness. Carver stroked her hair gently, and she found herself relaxing more and more in his embrace.
After a while, her stomach growled, breaking the silence with an unexpected rumble. Carver chuckled, the sound deep and rich.
“I guess we should eat before your lasagna gets cold,” he said.
“Good idea,” she agreed, laughing softly.
They reluctantly untangled themselves and made their way to the kitchen. Carver had already reheated the lasagna, and the rich aroma filled the room, making Lucy’s mouth water. She felt a bit self-conscious as they sat down at the small table, but Carver’s easy smile put her at ease.
He served generous portions of the lasagna, and they dug in. Lucy watched him take his first bite, her heart pounding in anticipation. His eyes widened slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“This is amazing,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Lucy blushed, pleased. “I’m glad you like it.”
They ate in companionable silence, the tension of the earlier events slowly melting away. As they shared the meal, Lucy couldn’t help but steal glances at Carver.
She noticed the way his jaw clenched when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at her. She was starting to see the man behind the monster and was satisfied by what she found.
When they finished eating, Carver leaned back in his chair.
“That was the best meal I’ve had in a long time,” he said.
Lucy smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “I’m glad to hear that,” she told him.
He reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.
“You do more than that, Lucy. You make me feel … human,” he admitted.
Her breath caught in her throat at his words. She squeezed his hand, the intensity of the moment making her heart race.
