Chapter 14

Holy orgasm, Batman!

Ellie smiled as she looked up at Lucky from his bed. Floating on a cloud of trembling, post-climactic pleasure, she thought about their earlier conversation. She’d told him he wasn’t a superhero, but damn if she wasn’t starting to think maybe she was wrong.

So very wrong.

“That was…”

Words seemed to momentarily escape her. Lucky, on the other hand, had no problem speaking exactly what he was thinking.

“Fucking beautiful.”

She blinked, the crass growl catching her a bit by surprise. Even more shocking than the man’s blunt assessment of the powerful orgasm was the way her inner muscles clenched with renewed hunger so soon after.

Ellie had always been a one and done kind of girl. And sometimes, depending on the guy, she didn’t even get the one. But here she was, her body still electrified by the strongest, most incredible climax of her life, and she was ready to go again?

This never happened. Like, never. And yet…

I need more of him. I want all of him.

As she lay there, watching the carnally talented man shed his tented sweats and boxer briefs in one fell swoop, Ellie knew deep down, one night with Jason Lucas would never be enough.

It has to be enough.

His magnificent cock sprang forward, jutting out from the juncture of his sculpted thighs. His entire body was like that—hard. Chiseled. Strong. Long.

Lord have mercy.

The man wasn’t just tall, dark, and muscular. And he wasn’t just beautiful. As if the former Navy SEAL wasn’t perfect enough, he’d also been quite blessed in the length—and girth—department.

Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined herself licking every shadowed dip and curve outlining his muscular form. And when Lucky turned unabashedly toward the nightstand closest to where he’d been standing, Ellie committed the sight of his statuesque back and perfectly toned ass to memory.

They may only have this one night together, but that didn’t mean she’d ever forget.

He opened the top drawer and pulled out what she assumed was a box of condoms. She tried not to think about why he had it so readily available. After all, it wasn’t like she could judge the man for being safe or having a sex life before tonight.

She always, always took precautions when it came to sex. She got the shot for birth control and had never even considered not using a condom. And while the number of men from her past was less than impressive—especially over the course of the last several months—it wasn’t as if this was her first sexual encounter.

It most definitely wasn’t his.

Given that she and Lucky were in their early thirties, so it was perfectly natural for them to have a history with other people. Not to mention, they weren’t even an actual couple. It wasn’t like they were dating or anything. Like she’d told him earlier, back in his office…

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

Except…

This already means something to me.

Something big and scary as hell. Something Ellie never thought she’d ever allow herself to feel. The one thing she’d spent her entire adult life afraid to let herself desire.

But tonight, as she lay in the quiet of this stolen moment, Ellie let herself crave and need all the things she’d forsaken in the past. Tonight, she allowed herself to feel wanted.

And for the first time in forever, Ellie gave herself permission to feel…loved.

Oh, she knew Lucky didn’t love her. They really didn’t even know each other that well. Definitely not as well as a couple in love. But since they were already doing what they were doing…

There’s no harm in pretending, right?

The sound of cardboard ripping had Ellie blinking herself back into the moment. It was then that she realized the box of condoms was brand new, something that made her far happier than she had the right to feel.

“I’m clean, just so you know.” Lucky rumbled as he began rolling the unpackaged condom over his rock-hard length. A damn sexy sight, if she ever saw one. “I mean, I always use a condom,” he continued. “But we also get tested for the job.”

“Why is that?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Inquiring minds, and all that.

“All sorts of reasons, really. One big one is to prevent the spread of a disease that can be spread through the blood.”

He finished donning the protection before climbing back onto the bed. Correction…before he climbed on top of her.

The weight of him pressing against her from shoulders to toes was surprisingly comforting, offering Ellie a sense of safety she didn’t think she’d ever felt before.

Safety.

Comfort.

A sense of belonging.

And as he took her mouth in his and lined their bodies up just so, Ellie had the strangest, most wonderful feeling that being with Lucky—like this—was simply…

Right.

“You ready?”

Ellie nodded as his hand slid down to guide the hot, blunt tip of his erection to the heart of her core. She spread her legs wider, hoping that would give him the only other answer he needed to be sure.

She got her answer with the next beat of her thumping heart.

Keeping the weight of his body balanced on one elbow to keep from crushing her, Lucky locked his breathtaking gaze with hers and began moving his hips forward. He entered her in one long, slow, gentle thrust, not stopping until he was fully seated.

Time ceased to exist, and suddenly, she couldn’t even think of trying to breathe. She couldn’t think at all, actually. And for that one glorious, unforgettable moment in time, Ellie was finally able to let everything else go.

She set it all free. Her parents’ divorce. Her mother’s inability to commit, and willingness to just up and leave both her and her father as if they’d been nothing.

When Lucky began to move, those thoughts and more floated away into nothing. George Ray Harvey and his threats, the shooting, the fire…

His hips thrust back and forth with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that drove her positively mad. As he made love to her with slow, easy caresses, Lucky’s lips traveled from her mouth, to her ear, down along her neck, and lower…to her breasts.

Ellie gasped, her head falling back onto the mattress as her eyes drew shut. She held onto his broad shoulders for dear life, fearful that if she let go, she’d fall farther than ever before.

Careful, El. That kind of thinking can get you in serious trouble.

She ignored her inner voice and everything else that tried to darken the otherwise incredible moment. Ellie didn’t think about the fact that this was most likely the only time she’d ever be with him, nor did she allow herself to entertain thoughts of regret.

The only thing she thought about…the only thing that mattered…was the way Lucky’s body felt as it slid in and out of her hot, wet, welcoming heat. And for the first time in Ellie’s thirty-two years, she finally felt…complete.

“God, you feel good.” Lucky’s deep rasp reverberated against her chest. His hot breath struck the side of her neck as he spoke between thrusts, the tantalizing sensation creating a line of goosebumps racing across her skin. “So…fucking…good.”

He felt better than good. The man felt…perfect.

The way he moved. The sweet words he began to whisper. Even the way he ran his hands along the length of her body in a loving caress was perfect.

And when she felt the telltale tingles of a second impending release spreading across the lower part of her spine, Ellie realized Lucky was the perfect man.

And he’s mine.

She’d barely had time to register the unexpected thought—or its potential weight—when she felt his hand sliding between their undulating bodies. Her breath hitched, and Ellie moaned as Lucky began rubbing her clit with moves better than her own.

“I’m…close…” His hips moved a bit faster. His thrusts grew harder in their intensity. “Need…you…first…”

Her first?

She’d already climaxed once, thanks to his uber-talented mouth and tongue. And now he was working her body into a second orgasm before allowing himself to get there first?

The man was nothing if not full of surprises.

Not one to argue—okay, so that was literally the main part of her job, but still—Ellie let her lids fall shut once more, and she focused on nothing but the way he was making her feel. Between the moment, the man, and his expert fingers, it wasn’t long before those earlier tingles grew into a full-blown explosion.

Ellie cried out his name as she came a second time, just as she’d done when he’d gotten her off before. Her back arched high, her nails digging into the skin at his shoulders as waves of pleasure rolled through her entire being.

She was so caught up in her own release that she almost missed it when Lucky finally found his. The man’s entire body tensed, and his thrusts became jerky and uneven. He came with a guttural groan, her name a primal grunt immediately after as he rode them both through the remnants of his powerful climax.

“Holy shit!” Lucky heaved as he tried to talk while also catching his breath. “That was…I can’t even…” He gave a quick shake of his head before smacking his lips to hers. “That was—”

“Incredible?” She took a chance.

Ellie’s heart swelled to the point she thought it might burst when he shook his head again and smiled. “I was going to say ‘perfect’.”

Perfect.

Just like him. Just like the two of them together. Only problem was there was no ‘them’, and they weren’t actually together. For now, though, Ellie refused to think about those pesky details. He was hers for tonight, and for now, that was all she needed to know.

For now.