There was a lot at stake. More than her dented ego.
"You didn't really want to leave," he asked, "did you?"
She gasped for breath. Her climax was roaring in on the horizon.
"Admit it!"
Ecstasy burned at the edge of her consciousness, thrumming through her every nerve ending. The heat of it gathered, stoking the core of her body.
"No! I didn't want to leave," she blurted. "I had to try though, because I was hurt."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said, on his next thrust.
She had to blink to level herself, her legs were trembling, her core full to capacity and ringing with sensation. "I know," she murmured.
She felt as if every atom of energy was vibrating through the deepest most essential part of her. She came in a series of wild spasms, her pussy drenched. Her mouth opened as she reached her peak, release rushing through her, sparkling pleasure tipping into every nerve ending.
The power of the orgasm stunned her, but she reached back with one hand, covering his where it was locked around her hips.
With his cock buried deep inside, he thrust into her fast and hard, making her climax last and last. Then, as his climax approached, he murmured her name. "Naomi, Naomi…."
It was so poignant her chest hurt.
His cock jerked deep inside her, and still he said her name, over and over.
She felt his body shudder against hers. Then he withdrew.
Naomi couldn't have lifted a finger to sort herself out, but before she had a chance to think about it, he had her in his arms and carried her to the massive bed where he set her down on the mountain of pillows. A moment later he was spooning her from behind.
She could feel his heart thudding against her side. Then he stroked her hair, and he whispered soothing words. Listening to them, savoring them, she closed her eyes and discovered that her lashes were damp.
Dazed, drowned in pleasure, Naomi had experienced his intensity on a whole new level. This wasn't playing, this was the crux of the matter. She felt raw, her emotions exposed. The urge to leave had been shoved away forcefully by Lucas's claim on her. Yet she clung to her doubts, warning herself to be guarded.
Lucas continued to hold her close, squeezing her gently, coaxing her to relax—and in that moment it didn't matter that she'd tried to leave, or why.
It didn't matter at all.