I was apologising, asking him to please roll over and I’d clean up.
I promise I’ll clean up. I promise, Lucas. I promise. Just please roll over and give me the sheets.
But he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t move a muscle to free the sheets for me.
His arms were reaching out, pulling me in so tight and warm and wrapping my wet thighs in his, rolling further into the dirty wet sheets I’d spoiled.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, and I was fighting back the tears. “I’m really, really sorry.”
He shook his head, and held me even tighter, and told me never to apologise again, because I’d never need to apologise to him. Not ever again in this life.
My heart was thumping, and my tears were ready, and I was still so sorry for the wetness in the sheets, and on him, and on me.
I was still ready to jump out and fix things, and strip the bed and make it right again, but he didn’t let me go when I made to pull away.
“I’ll sort it out,” I told him, but he shook his head again, and his eyes were full of love, and care.
And then he kissed me.Chapter Thirty-EightLucasShame.
Embarrassment.
Self-consciousness.
All things I never wanted to see in Anna.
I held her close, and her squirms turned to tension. Until I kissed her.
I kissed her deep and hard, like the Anna I loved, and nothing whatsoever like the china doll she was afraid of being. I kissed her like the man who wanted her body and her heart, no matter how dirty or raw they came. I pulled away for long enough to check the tears weren’t flowing, and her eyes were open wide, still shocked in the moment – but there were no tears to be seen.
So I kissed her again.
“I need to clean up,” she murmured mouth to mouth, but I had no interest in that.
My fingers took on a life of their own as they slipped down between her thighs and found her warm and wet, panties soaked right through.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
I knew how to circle my thumb, and she murmured louder, her mouth still pressed to mine.
“I can clean up,” she insisted, but I smiled against her lips.
“You’ll never need to clean up for me,” I told her, and slowly, as my thumb worked its magic, I felt her body loosen. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I said. “I’ll always stop the second you ask me.”
“I know,” she said, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “But don’t stop. Make me forget. Make me forget him, Lucas.”
“Then spread your legs for me, dirty girl,” I said, and I was me, and she was her, both of us consumed by the flesh and the want and the fantasy.
I’d make her damn well forget Sebastian fucking Maitland, she didn’t need to worry about that.
I grabbed her damp thighs and eased them apart, and her breaths were ragged as I positioned myself down between them.
Yes, I’d make her forget that vile cunt.
“Lucas, what–” she began, staring down as I lowered my head.
But I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted.
I wanted those filthy panties from her horny little pussy, and her level of dirty only added to the forbidden. My cock was throbbing and my mouth was watering, and I was ready. I was ready for everything she could possibly give me. And I wanted it all.
“Fuck–” she said, and tensed as my mouth landed. “Lucas, fuck–”
My tongue was flicking her clit through soaking wet lace, and my face was buried between her damp thighs and it was bliss. Hearing her moan, and whimper, and lose herself under those self-conscious little reservations was the horniest thing in the whole fucking world.
I knew she was battling with herself. I knew there was a screaming part of her that felt she should be stripping the bed and apologising for her accident, but there would never be an accident with me. There was only her, and every taste of who she was.
I wanted every single fucking taste of who she was, and I made sure she knew it.
Thankfully, the dirty little minx in her won the battle.
She bucked, then cursed as she pressed herself up against my mouth. Her fingers landed in my hair and held me firm between her legs, and she wanted it. She wanted it just as much as I did.
“This is filthy,” she moaned. “Fuck, Lucas… this is so fucking filthy…”
I moaned back, my mouth hungry against her pussy, and her breaths were ragged, just like they always were when she was desperate for me to keep going. Her thighs were open wide and her clit was her sweet little bud craving more, and I gave her more. I sucked on that pretty cunt like it was my world, and the tastes of her blended, and hit my nostrils, and my tongue, and I wanted it. I really fucking wanted it.