10. Luc

LUC

Waking up with Natalie in my arms feels like a dream—not that there was a lot of sleeping going on last night. Her body fits against mine, her back resting against my chest. The morning sun filters in through the window, casting a halo of golden light around her. She"s beautiful, her dark curls spilling across the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathes evenly. I can"t resist brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead, marveling at the fact that this incredible woman is mine.

Mine.The word sends a thrill through me. Last night, hearing Natalie say she loves me... it was everything. I"ve never felt this way about anyone before, never wanted to claim someone so completely. But with Natalie, I want it all. I want lazy Sunday mornings in bed, arguing over the crossword puzzle. I want late nights in the kitchen, watching her work her magic. I want to finish training and head to her restaurant where I can watch her bossing around the servers. But most of all, I want a future, a life, with her by my side.

It"s a scary thought, considering we"ve only just admitted our feelings. But I"ve never been one to do things halfway. When I commit, I"m all in. And I"m all in with Natalie.

She stirs beside me, her eyelids fluttering open. When she sees me watching her, a slow, sleepy smile spreads across her face. "Morning," she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

"Morning, beautiful," I reply, pulling her closer, my hand trailing down her belly, fingers brushing through her short curls. She moans lightly and presses her ass against my hardening erection. I stifle a groan and bury my face in her hair as my fingers shift lower and circle her clit. She arches against me, her moans turning into a purr. There"s no rush this morning. I don't have practise until late, and she doesn't have to be at the restaurant until lunch time.

"Luc," she gasps, my name coming out as a sigh. I fucking love the way she says my name, like it"s a whisper of some secret only we share. It's so fucking hot.

"Get on your back and spread your legs wide. I want to taste you," I command, my voice low.

She lets out a sultry chuckle. "I know you want me wearing the number eight-nine from now on. But how to you feel about the number sixty-nine?"

The suggestion has me hard as a rock. "Get that pussy of yours on my face and that mouth of yours on my cock," I command, and she throws her head back and laughs as she shifts until she's straddling me.

Her fingers trace a path down my chest, nails scraping lightly against my skin. She"s got a devilish grin on her face, and I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world to have this siren in my arms.

"Hate to point out the obvious, but you're gonna have to spin so your ass is facing this way if this is ever gonna work," I tease, and she giggles again, bringing her mouth to mine.

"Oh, Captain," she teases, her lips sucking gently against mine. "So demanding."

"That"s because I know what I want," I whisper, sliding my hand into the back of her hair and kissing her until neither of us is teasing anymore. She presses up with both hands on my chest, then repositions herself so her ass is aimed at my face and I'm so turned on, my hands gripping her hips and guiding her into position. She lowers herself onto my face, her sweet scent wafting over me and making my cock twitch in anticipation. I hear her groan, then she takes me into her mouth, and I groan too, diving into her, my tongue flicking against her clit.

Her taste is next level, the nectar of the gods, and I lap at her, savoring every drop. She hums around me in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I rock my hips up to meet her sucks, and she rocks her hips to fuck my face, her moans vibrating through my cock.

"Fuck, Natalie," I groan into her pussy, licking and sucking until she"s moaning so loudly it would make a porn star blush. I can feel her clit pulsing under my tongue, her juices coating my chin, hips bucking hard against my face as she comes.

"Ohhh!" she cries out, her mouth still full of me. I groan in response, eating her up, keeping her riding the high for as long as I can.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I say, breathless as she pulls away with a pop, her lips swollen and pouty in the best way.

"What happened?" she pants, looking at me over her shoulder.

I hiss through my teeth. "I don't want to come in your mouth."

"Funny. That's exactly what I was hoping you'd do."

I smirk up at her, my cock throbbing. "Not yet, my girl. I have other plans for you."

"Like?"

"This." Pulling her off of me, I spin her around and bury myself in her soaked core, all while still on our knees. "Holy fuck, that's heaven right there. Wrap your legs around me," I order, and she does as told, her legs snaking around my waist.

Her walls are squeezing me, so tight and wet that I just know this body was made with my cock in mind. I thrust in and out, making sure to hit that spot deep inside her that I know she loves by the way she mewls in my ear.

"Oh, fuck, Luc. Fuck me, yes."

"I'm always so hungry for you," I growl against her skin. "You don't know how much I'm fucking obsessed with this—you. Your body, your taste."

"Oh god! Yes. Yes!" she cries out, her nails digging into my back as I pound into her relentlessly.

I"m close, so fucking close to exploding, but I don"t want this to end. Not yet. And before I know it, I"m off the bed, moving us to the dresser, shoving everything aside so I can set her on top, slamming my cock into her soaking wet heat over and over.

The drawers rattle, knick-knacks toppling over as she moans my name and claws at my back.

"Fuck, baby! Fuck!" I growl, my entire body on edge as I go hurtling toward my release. "I can't hold it. Fuck. I want to, but I?—"

"Luc, I"m coming!" she cries out, her eyes squeezing shut, her body shaking in my arms.

"Holy fuck. Yes. Let me feel every fucking inch of you contract around my cock," I groan in her ear as she lets go, and finally, so do I, exploding deep inside her, coating her walls with my seed.

Panting, I hold her tight, trying to catch my breath, and I"ll be damned if this isn"t the best orgasm I've ever had. And with the way she collapses in my arms, I have a feeling she feels the same way, too.

"You liked that?" I ask, holding her up as she leans against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

"Mmm-hmm," she hums, her lips pressing a light kiss on my skin. "Only you can make me come like that, Luc Bouchard."

I can"t help but smirk at her comment as I kiss the top of her head. "Good to know."

Sliding my hands under her thighs, I carry her back to the bed and gently lay her down, collapsing beside her with a satisfied sigh. Natalie"s breaths are still ragged as she looks up at the ceiling. "I quite like starting my day like that," she says, turning to me and grinning.

"Me too," I say, feeling like a king as I take in her sated expression. "But we should probably shower and get ready. What time do you need to be at the restaurant?"

She sighs, pressing a kiss to my chest before pulling back again. "I should probably head over soon. There"s still so much to do before tonight."

I nod, understanding. "I"ll drive you."

She raises an eyebrow. "I'd hope so since we left my car there last night."

I chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, good point."

We shower quickly, getting out of the warm water with renewed energy despite the late night. I get back into the hoodie and sweatpants I had on last night, while Natalie slips into her chef's uniform. God, she looks sexy in that outfit. I shake my head, clearing that thought away as I grab my car keys. I don't want to be responsible for making her late to her own grand opening.

"You ready?" I ask, holding out my hand.

"Almost. But don't you want to eat first? I don't want the captain of the Nighthawks passing out on the ice during training."

"That gumbo I brought you is still at the restaurant. How about we eat there?" I suggest. "It"ll give me a chance to see the place before the big event. Maybe even sneak a taste of whatever deliciousness you"re cooking up."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Oh no, mister. No sneak peeks. You"ll have to wait just like everyone else."

I pout, giving her my best puppy dog eyes. "Not even for your brand new boyfriend?"

Her face softens at the word, a blush staining her cheeks. "We're totally doing this boyfriend, girlfriend thing, huh?"

"Damn right," I confirm, grinning. "I'm in love with you, Natalie, and I lost count at how many times you professed your love for me last night." She blushes at the memory. "So this is the next logical step. And as your boyfriend, I think I"m entitled to certain perks. Like early access to your culinary masterpieces."

"Fine, fine. But only because you used the L-word," she concedes, grabbing her purse and keys. "Let"s go, Mr. Bouchard. If you're going to be distracting me until you go to practice, I'll need all the time I can get, so I'm ready for tonight."

"You nervous?"

She takes a breath and nods. "A little."

Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her close. "I tasted that gumbo that spilled on the floor, Natalie, and if that floor gumbo is anything to go by, you're gonna kill it."

"Um, ew. But also, thank you. I'm glad I have you on my side."

"Always," I murmur, kissing her lightly on the lips before we head outside.