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After kicking her boots off, she popped up, tossed her shirt and shimmied out of her leggings. Standing there in front of himwearing only her plain white sports bra and matching panties, she hesitated, doubts creeping in, and she crossed her arms over herself. A man like Lucas probably preferred sexy lingerie made up of scraps of lace. His hot gaze swept over her body, and though she was rarely self-conscious, she knew her boobs were small and her thighs were thick. She was definitely more tomboy than supermodel, and maybe he wouldn’t like that.
Lucas wrapped his fingers around her wrists and slowly guided her hands down. “Don’t you dare cover yourself. You’re too beautiful.”
Zeroing in on the small, delicate tattoo inked on her side, he trailed a finger along the cursive writing. A shiver ran through her body.
“What’s this mean?” he asked, voice low and curious.
“Feroz means fierce in Portuguese.”
“I couldn’t think of a better word to describe you. Except maybe sexy as hell. Maybe you should get that inked on your other side.”
“You’re crazy.”
“And you’re stunning.” Blue fire burned in the depths of his eyes.
His compliment made her entire body heat up and her insecurities take a backseat. “You’re too far away,” she complained.
“I can’t stop admiring you.” He moved closer, his knees bumping into the bed, and reached out to grasp her hips. Pulling her closer, his hands curved over her ass and began to knead the soft flesh there as his attention dipped again to check out hercleavage. Or, lack thereof. “I’m just trying to figure out how all these curves are packed onto such a tiny body.”
“I have no top curves. They all got directed south.”
His large hands roamed up and she sucked in a sharp breath when they rounded over her breasts. “You have curves everywhere. Beautiful curves,” he murmured, sliding his fingers under the elastic and tugging it over her head.
Before she could think too hard about being topless, his head bent and he began kissing one of her breasts. All rational thought fled from her head as she arched her back, giving him better access. His warm, wet mouth closed around her nipple and a whimper tore from the back of her throat. He licked and sucked, moving from one to the other, that tongue of his swirling until her nipples were tight little buds. God, his mouth was heaven.
It had been far too long since she’d been intimate with a man. Years since she’d allowed anyone to touch her, and even then it had been a fast fuck. Nothing more than a quick release to satisfy an itch. Relationships had never been a priority, more like something to be avoided. Her mom had become collateral damage from a bad relationship and Inda had sworn to herself she would never end up the same way. So she’d avoided getting too close to anyone.
A life of caution had resulted in her keeping her heart locked up tight. She didn’t trust many people. As a result, when she’d had sex with previous partners, she never allowed herself to be fully naked, skin to skin. It was too vulnerable of a position. She always remained in control, half-clothed, and on top.
Every single time.
But, for some inexplicable reason, Lucas was different. She didn’t feel afraid when she was in his arms, and that was a first. Still, when Lucas hooked his fingers in her panties and began to slide them down, she tensed up, her fingernails digging into his broad shoulders.
He looked up, meeting her eyes. “Okay?”
Showing vulnerability had never been her strong suit. She hated it so much, but she wanted to trust Lucas. More than anything. Nodding, her heart beating so hard it threatened to burst out of her chest, she waited for him to continue.
But, he didn’t. Instead, he pulled her panties back where they’d been and took her face in his hands. “I don’t want you to regret staying here tonight. Or doing something you don’t want to do.”
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “It’s just…been a while. I guess I’m a little rusty.”
“Onça,”he whispered, searching her face. “How long?”
“A few years,” she admitted, shifting and growing uncomfortable. “But even before then…”
“What?” he pressed.
“I’m not good at this foreplay stuff,” she blurted out. “Let’s just get right to it.”
A smile broke out over his face and it was the first time she’d seen his dimples in hours. She’d missed them. “I thought women liked foreplay.”
“I don’t.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling exposed. “Maybe I should go.”
“No, please don’t.”
Even though she was supposed to be comforting him, it felt like the tables had turned and now he was trying to make her feel better. “I want you, Lucas. I really, really do. But, I’m used to doing things my way.”
“And how’s that?” he asked, studying her intently.
