In that second something breaks between us, spilling into the air surrounding us.
I’m pushed beyond my control. Beyond reason.
He drives harder. So hard I slide against the table. He yanks me back. “So fucking good, Abby.”
The sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wet suctioning as he fucks me, the smell of sex filling the air is all too much.
Sweat beading my temples, I shake. “I can’t wait.”
“Now.” On a grunt, he quickens his already frenzied pace.
The orgasm coils hot and tight in my belly.
I explode.
Intense waves of pleasure rack through me with such force I scream. His mouth crashes on mine, swallowing my loud groans. The contractions go on and on, and I lose myself in the climax.
He shudders and comes, breaking the kiss with a low, harsh growl against my lips.
Air humid with the sweat of our bodies, I pant for breath. For sanity.
Something indefinable shifts and clicks into place inside me.
Before I can examine it too closely, Lukas lifts his head, his brown eyes assessing. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come,” I say on a puff of air. Maybe showing up at his work hadn’t been the best idea, but he hadn’t seemed to mind in the moment. I’d thought a long time about this particular item on my list and decided this was one fantasy I wanted to take control of. Lukas has done so many great things for me; I’d wanted to give something back, so I concocted my plan. Once decided, I hadn’t been able to wait to act, so I’d impulsively gone shopping and here I was.
His dark brows draw together. “What are you talking about?”
I’m boneless, and content, and can’t work up too much worry. “Aren’t you mad I came to your work?”
“Are you kidding me? Feel free to show up in any costume you want.” He grins, lowering his voice. “Shit, come in a burlap sack, I don’t care.”
“So what am I never supposed to do again?”
“Scare the shit out of me. The way you came in here, I thought something terrible had happened.” He pulls out, tossing the condom in a nearby trashcan.
I slide off the tool bench, smoothing my minuscule skirt back into place. “How about this? I’ll give you a signal. If I show up in a sweat suit, no makeup and my hair in a ponytail, you’re screwed.”
He laughs. “Good plan.”
The tension is gone from his face and he looks relaxed and happy. Eyes bright, his broad smile with its lone dimple makes him almost boyish. Completely adorable. No longer the unobtainable sex god, bad boy—he’s just Lukas. Mine.
He trails one long finger along my jaw.
My chest tightens. The truth hits me like a ton of bricks.
Oh no… I’ve gone and done the unthinkable. After telling myself to keep it simple, do I listen? No, of course not.
Like an idiot, I’ve fallen in love with him.