Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
“I got the food. The beer, too.”
At that, Delaney reached over to open the bottom door of the white fridge for Lucas to see the case of canned beer, and a six-pack of No Boats on Sunday apple cider, sitting on the bottom shelf above the crispers. She moved to close the door, but he stopped her, taking a second look at the beer.
The familiar emblem—a moose’s head—couldn’t be missed.
“Since when do you drink Moosehead?” he asked.
Gracen winked. “It’s about the loyalty, right?”
Jesus Christ.
This woman was perfect.
Everything he wanted.
Lucas closed the fridge for her, grabbed Delaney’s face in his hands, and pulled her in for a hard kiss that muffled her giggles. “Love. You. So. Much.”
Every word followed another kiss.
She kissed him back for the last.
Lucas swallowed Delaney into a hug, refusing to get sentimental over beer. Well, not any more than he already did. “Yeah, fuck—damn, I missed you.”
She hummed happily against his chest, squirming in her oversized hoodie and black sweatpants the longer they stayed tucked together, arms wrapped tight.
The glittering of her eyes when she lifted her head again and the way her teeth pulled at her lower lip did wicked things to his mind—he knew that promising look of hers well.
“Well, guess what?” she asked.
Lucas smirked. “Do tell, sweets. I’m all ears for you.”
She tapped an almond shaped fingernail, painted matte black, against his chest. “You’ve got twenty-five minutes to show me how much you missed me before this oven beeps.”
Lucas wet his lips. “Oh, really?”
Delaney nodded, eyebrows lifting suggestively. “I mean, that’s just before food … of course.”
She wasn’t wrong, and they did have time to make up for.
Chapter 35
Delaney couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than naked in bed with Lucas. With his arms snaked around her lower half, he used her stomach as a pillow where his lips grazed dangerously low on her bare pubic bone.
“I’m not going to pick a game if you’re just going to start doing that again,” Delaney threatened, semi-serious. She faked throwing the Nintendo remote but the way he kissed, and then suckled, over the same spot had her grabbing the gray and black plastic even tighter. “God, you’re insatiable.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, shimmying lower on the bed to where his shoulders held open her thighs, “but that’s what you get for making me come like I was getting a handjob for the first time.”
He only needed a little while to recuperate.
And made every minute worth her while.
Of course, the timer on the oven beeped right about then, too. Maybe she could have convinced him to wait for food, but she also got to enjoy the sight of Lucas’ bare rear end heading out of the bedroom, arms full of dirty dishes, so the extra wait wasn’t so bad after all. Delaney then got the Nintendo up and running to play Mario while Lucas worked on clearing a second plate of food at the end of her bed.
Good thing he liked the casserole.
Eventually, after finishing the food, and coming back with an opened beer for both of them, Lucas made his way back to Delaney on the bed.
Hence, his current position.
Lucas grinned up at her, the day-old scruff on his chin scratching deliciously along her already sensitive skin. “Come on, you’ve tried three times to get through that level, now—”
“First of all,” Delaney told him, pausing the game so she could put all of her attention on him, “I am working on banking my infinite lives.”
Lucas smirked, saying only, “And now I get to make you feel alive—which one’s better?”
It wasn’t a real question.
The way his face lowered so his mouth could latch onto the most intimate part of her body had Delaney melting back into the pile of pillows behind her with a shiver. He had this thing that he did with his mouth and tongue. Kind of like the way he suckled on her pubic bone, but he did it around the hood of her clit while his tongue worked against the throbbing bud. The mixture of pressure and the repeated sensation while he slipped a thumb into her pussy to toy with the slick arousal he found there was enough to undo Delaney.
In mere minutes, really.
If he did it hard and fast—like earlier after she’d gotten him into her bedroom and naked on the mattress and box spring still sitting on the floor—the intensity could take her to orgasm in thirty seconds. It also left her almost too sensitive to the touch, and squealing from the way her body wanted to lift against the fast rise of pressure.
It wasn’t quite the same when he did it slowly.
Like now.
Instead of her eyes squeezed shut to deal with the overwhelming rush taking her over, she had her gaze locked on his where he watched her from between her thighs. He released the suction on her clit with a soft pop but the circling of his thumb smearing her juices and toying with her clenching, greedy slit still had Delaney trembling.