Sex with Conor Gavin chased away the dread and misgivings Lucy had been feeling. The only like she desired was the one that came from his smiling ocean eyes. His explorative, ridiculously hot kisses. His precise touch that could play her body gently and then not so gently. He knew where her erogenous zones hid, and he sought them as if on a quest.
Making love to a man she felt connected to, comfortable with, excited by, felt precious. But Lucy also let out her sassy side and dragged her nails down his back as his kisses explored her neck and breasts. His confident moves made her feel a mouse under a predator’s paw. Yet she’d never felt safer, more seen.
Her lucky ducks were definitely not getting any details of this affair.
Coming down from their second shared orgasm, the two of them lay on the bed, not wondering whether anyone could see them through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Conor’s penthouse looked down over most buildings in the city.
She slid a hand along his muscular thigh, taut with masculine heat. Getting to see his compassionate side earlier had blown her mind. All day, the two of them had been dialed completely into the other. Bliss.
Until she’d made that wrong step.
Being held by him was the only thing that had gotten her through that awful moment. He’d become a rock she hadn’t known she’d needed.
“This is all I need,” she said. “I’m sure of it.”
“Same.” He rolled to his side and snuggled his face against her breast and kissed her on her favorite spot. “I don’t ever want to lose you, Lucy. You mean the world to me.”
“I do?” She closed her eyes to settle into his lazy ministrations.
Had she found romance? Love? Did she want a relationship at a moment in her life when she felt so close to finally achieving success on her own? Just one viral post was all she needed! And then she could breathe easily. This latchkey kid would never be left out in the cold because she’d forgotten her key at school.
Independence meant everything to her. Yet all her life, it had been forced upon her at the cost of a loving family life. Of never knowing if she mattered to someone. And now that love seemed possible…
“Lucy?”
Conor’s worried gaze lingered on her face. Everything about him felt right. He would never expect her to survive on her own. Yet a tiny voice in her head cautioned her not to expect him to always be there to rescue her. And she would always be aware they were in completely different social classes. Could this only ever be an affair?
She didn’t like that niggling worry.
But naked in bed with the sexiest man alive was no place to discuss what she hoped and dreamed for her future.
She slid her fingers through his hair and cooed, “Kiss me, lover.”
Because more talk would only increase her worries.
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