Chapter 13

Jason.

Not Lucky. Not dumbass or idiot—as he’d heard Ellie call him under her breath more than once. No, she had looked him right in the eyes with her hands pressed against his chest, and she’d called him Jason.

Please, Jason. Please make love to me.

It was the first time she’d used his given name, and damn if Lucky didn’t suddenly want to hear her say it again. And again. And again.

But that part could come later.

Right now, he had more important things to focus on. Namely, the fact that Eloise Fisher was standing in his apartment—hair still damp from her recent shower, and her flawless, makeup-less face appearing even younger than usual—and she’d just asked him to make love to her.

No, not asked. Begged.

Standing there, wrapped tightly in his arms, Ellie had stared up at him with those big, blue eyes, and quite literally begged him to take her to bed.

Aaaand…you’re still standing here not giving her an answer why?

Lucky blinked, realizing he was wasting precious time. Time he’d always dreamed of having, but that he never thought would be granted. Not with this woman.

And since he never claimed to be a saint…

Sorry, Arch. I tried.

Reaching down, he hooked his arms around the backs of her thighs just below her luscious ass. Lucky hoisted her into the air, causing Ellie to cry out in surprise. As she did, her legs reflexively wrapped snuggly around his waist, and her hand flew up and around his neck.

“Jason! What are you—”

His lips were on hers before she could even finish the question. God, he loved it when she called him by that name.

With his mouth otherwise occupied, Lucky decided to show her his intent in place of a verbal response.

That’s not all I’m going to show her.

Turning, he held Ellie steady while keeping one eye on his given path. In an almost hurried pace, he carried her out of the office and down the hall, to his bedroom.

He worked his mouth hard against hers, his tongue swirling and dancing with hers in a sensual, demanding intrusion. In response, she welcomed him in, seemingly savoring every kiss.

Every lick.

Every playful nip.

Damn, the woman can kiss!

Lucky’s dick became so swollen, the damn thing felt as though it would rip straight through his sweats at any moment. He was more turned on than he could ever remember—painfully so—and so far, all they’d done was kiss.

If just kissing Ellie affects me this much, how the hell am I going to survive when I finally get inside her?

Unwilling to let that thought or anything else deter him from giving Ellie exactly what she’d asked for, a very determined Lucky kept a protective hold on his precious cargo as they made their way across his bedroom floor to his bed.

With oh-so-gentle moves, he laid Ellie down onto the plush white comforter covering his king-sized mattress. The room was filled with moonlight and shadows. Magnificent lines of transparent silver shimmered through his windows, their light reflecting up at him through Ellie’s gorgeous blue gaze.

Her brunette locks were still damp from her earlier shower, she was dressed in Cassie’s t-shirt and sweats, and she was staring back at him as if he was the single most important thing in her whole entire world.

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

His chest grew tight as he replayed Ellie’s recent words. She’d seemed to mean them in the moment, but what she didn’t realize—what she couldn’t possibly know—was that for him, this moment meant everything.

Easy, jackass. It’s just sex. That’s all. Just two consenting adults letting off some steam. Nothing more.

The voice in his head wasn’t wrong to warn him away from such romantic notions. After all, this was Ellie. Strong. Independent. No-strings Ellie. So even if he did want something more than this one night with her, that didn’t automatically mean she would feel the same.

But if there was even a hint of a chance that there could be something more between them, Lucky was more than willing to give it a go. As for Ellie…

He glanced down at where she lay waiting, his heart filling as his dick throbbed between his thighs. She’d said she needed to escape. Had begged him to help her forget.

Oh, I’ll help her forget all right.

In fact, after tonight, Lucky was pretty much banking on the idea of Ellie forgetting every single other man who’d come before him. Both literally and otherwise.

He lifted his right arm, reaching behind his head to grab hold of his shirt. Yanking it forward, he pulled the material up and over his head. Once it had cleared his shoulders and his arms had been pulled free, he balled it up and tossed it toward the bathroom’s open door.

Ellie’s eyes widened just a touch, her heated gaze lowering as she unabashedly took in the view. More than willing to give the woman her fill, Lucky remained stalk still as he watched her watching him.

Her beautiful stare slowly fell over him like the warmest of caresses. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she even realized what she’d done.

Lucky couldn’t keep the smirk from his lifting one side of his face. The idea of a woman like his Ellie being so struck by his physical form that she’d lose herself in her own thoughts was humorous.

Of course, if someone had told him even a week ago that the star of his most desired dreams would not only be in his home, but in his bed, he would’ve laughed in their lying ass faces. And yet…

Ellie was here. In his bed. And she was…

Lucky blinked to ensure the sight before him wasn’t a mirage. His vision cleared, and low and behold…

Holy. Hell.

While he’d been lost in his own thoughts, she’d already started freeing herself of her clothes. Her shirt…gone. Sweats…gone. And as he’d suspected from the way her breasts had felt pressed against his earlier, Ellie had already been sans bra.

Laying before him now was a brunette goddess wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of black laced panties. A purchase Lucky would have to thank Cassie and Arch for later.

His mouth became dry and suddenly Lucky felt like a starving man. He wanted to ravish her. Devour her. But instead…

Make love to me.

She hadn’t asked him to fuck her. Hadn’t begged him to have sex with her. When Ellie had been begging him, she’d pleaded for him to “make love” to her.

Lucky didn’t give two shits what they called it. All that mattered to him was how this incredible moment played out.

Determined to make it a night she’d never forget, he kicked his ass in gear and carefully climbed onto the bed. He laid down beside her, his gaze taking in her nearly naked form in all its moonlit glory.

Smooth, flawless skin. Supple breasts with dark, rosy nipples. Their tips peeking as they rose and fell with each of her silent breaths.

Balancing his weight on one elbow, he reached for her. “You are so fucking beautiful.” The whisper seemed to fill the entire room.

Ellie’s breath hitched at first contact, his fingertips teasing the tip of a taut, distended bud.

“Need to taste you,” Lucky practically growled those words as he leaned down and took her into his mouth. He moaned as the sweet taste of vanilla and honey and something uniquely Ellie erupting on his tongue.

“Mmm,” Ellie echoed the sounds of his pleasure.

He continued licking and sucking and nibbling to his heart’s content, her upper body arching against him, as if to beg him for more. And naturally, he was more than happy to oblige.

Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you.

Lucky moved to her other breast, taking his sweet time giving it the same delectable attention as the first. Sucking the neglected nipple between his lips, he swirled and flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive flesh while using his free hand to gently squeeze and knead the supple globe he’d just abandoned.

The soft sounds Ellie made in response to what he was doing encouraged him to continue pleasuring her the best way he knew how.

With his dick physically hurting for how full it was, he knew the greedy bastard was already primed and ready to go. And God, was he ready to be inside her. Lucky couldn’t fucking wait feel his naked body moving with hers as he drove himself into her over and over and over again.

But before that could happen, he needed to make sure she was ready first.

Ellie first. Always.

As he continued feasting from one breast to the other, he let his hand begin a journey that traveled lower. Lucky took his time, his fingers leaving a feathered trail down the center of her breasts, along her toned abs, and beyond.

Beneath his touch, he could feel Ellie’s beautiful body tremble. With every new inch his fingers traveled, her lungs worked faster. Her breaths becoming more and more shallow.

Unable to keep from it, Lucky leaned up and took her mouth in his. He swallowed the woman’s sexy as fuck moan, and as their tongues licked and swirled and savored one another’s, he let his fingertips slide beneath the delicate waistband of her laced panties.

He moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him. When she didn’t, his dick cheered and his heart filled with carnal anticipation.

It wasn’t the thought that he was about to have sex that had Lucky so excited. It was knowing he was about to experience the most intimate moment two humans could share with this woman.

With Ellie.

His hand dipped lower. His fingertips brushed gingerly along her smooth, bare seam…and below.

Her thighs fell open, and her legs spread wide to give him better access to the glorious gift she was offering. A primal growl bubbled up inside his chest when he found her drenched sex.

She was hot. Wet. Ready. And it was taking every ounce of strength he possessed not to rip off his sweats and plow himself balls-deep inside her.

Ignoring his own body’s basil urges, Lucky moved his mouth to Ellie’s silky-soft cheek. The smooth line of her delicate jaw. And lower.

As he moved along the length of her mouthwatering body, he removed his hand only long enough to pull the tiny scrap of lace up over her hips and down her legs. When he freed them from her adorable bare feet, Lucky couldn’t resist the temptation.

He brought the wadded-up panties to his nose and drew in the deepest breath his lungs would allow. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and when his eyes returned to her fiery gaze, Lucky instantly became addicted.

Tossing the ball of lace somewhere off to the side, he returned to his previous task. When his lips found that sensitive spot where Ellie’s neck and shoulders met, he gave her a taunting nip of his teeth as he sank a finger deep into her core.

She gasped at the intrusion, and for a moment, he thought he’d hurt her. But then she lifted her hips from the mattress and pressed her sex against his hand, and he knew she wanted more.

Patience, baby. It’s almost time.

Lucky moved his hand slowly at first, his finger a piston as it slid in and out of her welcoming core. She was tight and wet. God, she was so fucking wet. And the way her velvety sheath molded around him…

I’ll be so damn lost the second I get inside her.

Though his dick wholeheartedly disagreed, he knew that part would come soon enough. For now…

He added a second finger. Kept his movements steady. Moved his mouth lower.

Minutes passed by as he continued showing Ellie just how much she’d come to mean to him. She’d asked him to make love to her, and for the first time in his life, that’s exactly what Lucky was doing.

It was true, he wasn’t the man whore others believed him to be, but he also wasn’t a virgin. Sure, he’d had plenty of sexual encounters in his thirty-four years. He and Ellie both had a past that didn’t involve each other.

But this was different. Everything about Ellie was different.

Fucking. Everything.

“Jason…” she panted his name as if it were a desperate plea.

Lucky smiled, knowing he would never, ever get tired of hearing her call him that. “Say it again,” he ordered low. “Say my name again.”

Ellie’s heated gaze found his, and when it did, he could’ve sworn the blues in her eyes had grown black with desire.

“Jason.”

The woman’s soft whisper nearly sent a trail of tantalizing shivers racing down his spine. The power of their electrifying pulses was nearly enough to push him over the ledge before he even had the chance to have her.

Refusing to let that happen, Lucky leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against her lower belly. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Those words became a mantra rolling through his head as he brought his mouth closer and closer to Heaven.

“Please…” Ellie did beg then.

Knowing exactly what she needed—what he wanted more than his next breath—Lucky continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight, drenched sex as he took her clit between his lips.

“Ah!” Her body jolted off the mattress at that first real contact.

Holy fuck.

She was so incredibly swollen that the tip of her sensitive bundle of nerves peeked out from beneath its protective hood. Lucky thrust his fingers a bit faster, using his other hand to hold her hips in place.

“Oh, God,” Ellie moaned.

With his hand still moving between her thighs, and his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit, he continued working her body into a palpable frenzy.

Her panted breaths came harder now. Faster. Lucky’s heart raced with excitement, his own arousal reaching an all-time high as the sounds she made, the way her body reacted to his, and her incredible curves drove him fucking wild with hunger and need.

“Jason, I’m…”

“You’re what, El?” He gave her clit a playful lick. “Tell me.”

He wanted her to say the words.

“Oh, shit!” Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. “I’m so…”

“Say it.”

“God, I’m so…close.”

Lucky smiled. Fuck yeah, she was close. The quivering in her thighs and the way her body was clamping down onto his fingers were a dead giveaway that her climax was near.

As much as he wished this moment could last forever—as much as he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but this—Lucky had also given her a promise. And it was one he damn well intended to keep.

I’ve got you, baby.

He lowered his mouth once more. His lips encased her swollen, throbbing clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her soaking wet core.

Harder.

Faster.

Ellie writhed beneath his touch, her fists filling with the soft comforter at her sides.

Part of him wanted to close his eyes and become lost in her pleasure. But the other part…

I have to see this.

Lucky lifted his gaze from where he lay between her splayed thighs. Using expert speed and precision, he added just the right amount of pressure with his tongue while keeping his focus right where it needed to be.

On Ellie.

My Ellie.

His dick pressed painfully against the seam at the crotch of his sweats, and he knew when he did finally get inside her, he wasn’t going to last. But this moment…this incredible, amazing moment…it was all for the woman coming apart within his arms.

“Jason!” Ellie shouted his name as she exploded with pleasure.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open. He watched in awe as her climax struck and she came with wild abandon. Ellie’s entire body seemed possessed by what appeared to be one hell of an orgasm. A pleasure he’d created.

Pleasure meant only for this woman.

Only her.

Seconds passed as he stayed lost in the sight of her post-orgasmic bliss. When he sensed the final tendrils of her climax beginning to dissipate, Lucky slowly pulled his fingers from her quivering core and pushed himself up from the bed. Ellie’s lids lifted, and when she looked up at him from where she still lay…she smiled.

It was a moment he knew he’d never forget. A pivotal stretch in time. One he instinctively knew changed everything for him. Because it was in that very moment when Lucky realized…

I’m never going to let her go.