Page 97 of The Rebel Billionaire

All I could do was show him. Reaching up, I placed a palm on either side of his face, pulling his mouth to mine. I kissed him with everything I had, gently at first, brushing my lips over his, back and forth, tasting his breath,hisheat.

Lucas stepped into me, his big hands coming down on my hips, yanking me into him. He was still fully clothed while I was almost naked. The tips of my breasts rubbed his tuxedo jacket and I leaned into him. He was so tall that at times like this, his sizeoverwhelmedme.

I gave the kiss everything I had, opening my mouth to his, asking him to take what he wanted. Lucas didn't disappoint me. Sex was never ourproblem.

His fingers grasped my hips, the jut of his hard cock digging into my stomach. His mouth took mine, claiming control of our kiss,ofme.

Dropping my hands, I went to work on his clothes, pushing the jacket off his shoulders, tearing at the studs on his tux, suddenly desperate to have him as naked asIwas.

I got stuck on his cufflinks, my fingers fumbling with the small metal contraptions, distracted by our kiss and the rasp of his chest hair against my nipples. Abruptly, Lucas stepped back, tearing his mouthfrommine.

Eyes hot, hands trembling, he yanked at his shirt, the cufflinks popping free, pinging to the floor. He shoved his underwear down along with his pants. I watched avidly, shedding my thong but leaving thestockings.

"On the bed," he said, the words thick with need. Drawing out the moment, I reached for my hair, pulling out pin after pin, releasing my curls from the elaborate style Maggie had fashioned from myshorthair.

Lucas's eyes tracked my every move, his chest rising and falling in deep, harsh breaths. It was costing him to wait, to let meteasehim.

It cost me too. Every nerve in my body burned, my breasts swollen and tight, the heat between my legsslick.

Dropping the pins to the floor, I shook my hair back from my face and stepped to Lucas. He stayed where he was, a fine tremble in his hands where they hung at his sides, his cock so hard it pressed to his abdomen, the tip leaking a bead ofpre-come.

Reaching out, I ran a finger along a curving line of ink on his shoulder, following it down his arm to his hand. His skin beneath my fingertip was warm silk covering hard muscle. He was the most beautiful man I'deverseen.

Aggressive and raw, sculpted from sheer power, yet gentle when he wantedtobe.

My fingers interlaced with his and I tugged him to the bed, falling back onto the mattress, taking Lucas with me. I touched him everywhere I could reach, sliding my hands over his body, kissing his jaw, the side of his neck, hisshoulder.

Rising over me, he pressed our joined hands to the mattress above my head. Arching my back, I spread my legs, inviting him into me. His cock was so hard, drawn so tight to his body, he had to release my hand to guidehimselfin.

I'll never forget how perfectly he filled me, the way his cock was made for me, how complete I was when Lucas Jackson was inside me. He took me slowly, gliding in deep and holding still for a heartbeat before he withdrew and rocked inagain.

He was killing me, building pleasure in my core with every thrust, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm even as love and pain gathered in a tight ball in my chest, too much for me tocontain.

A single tear escaped the corner ofmyeye.

Lucas dropped his head to mine, kissing away the salty drop. "Charlie," he murmured inmyear.

He didn't tell me nottocry.

Heknew.

I couldn'tholdhim.

I didn'tknowhow.

I had nothing to offer him but what he'd alreadytaken.

My body and myheart.

He'd had all he wanted of the first and he had no interest in thesecond.

I fought my tears as hard as I fought my orgasm. I didn't want to come. I didn't want it to be over. I wanted to stay like this forever, joined to Lucas, everything I was belongingtohim.

All too soon, Lucas reached his limit. With a groan, he moved faster, pounding into me, pushing me over the edge into an orgasm so hard it was a bright flash behindmyeyes.

I cried out his name as I came, freeing my hands to hold on to him, my face buried in his neck, my tears streakinghisskin.

We fell asleep there, me half on my side, Lucas draped over me, our legs entwined, his arm firmly around me, my back against his chest, my head tucked beneathhischin.