Chapter 18
Emma
Stepping off the plane, I quickly tug along my carry-on bag, anxious to see Lucas.
I see his dark head, standing tall among the crush of people in Toronto’s airport as his gaze anxiously searches the crowd for me.
The moment his eyes meet mine, I can’t stop myself from running, desperately needing to touch him, to make sure he is real.
As his arms slide around me, my heart weeps silently as I finally feel like I’m home.
His lips come to mine and I forget about the craziness of the busy airport.
Forget about the world.
Only focused on the man with his arms wrapped so tightly around me.
I feel his hands grasp each of my hips, pulling me in tighter to him and a thrill spirals through me.
I can’t wait to have him underneath me. Sinking myself onto him, satisfying this need for him that had been steadily building since I last saw him.
Releasing me only slightly, Lucas lifts his dark head to murmur, “We only have tonight, and I don’t want to waste another single minute of it having you fully clothed.”
Leaning down he continues to whisper cheekily, “And you look best naked and in my bed.”
He grasps my hand tightly in his, as if I’m about to slip away, before taking my carry on from my other hand. With my cheeks flushed from his words, I allow him to tug me along through the busy crowd. As soon as we step outside, he’s pulling me in close, tucking me securely underneath his arm as we walk across the parking lot to his car.
As he swings the door open to his car, he brings my hand up to his lips and the intensity in his eyes makes my nipples pucker.
They throb as I remember the feel of those sensual lips gently teasing my nipples.
He grins knowingly.
Sighing, wishing we were already back at his house, I quickly settle myself in the car.
I watch him, craving him more and more with each passing minute, as he crosses to the driver side and my insides liquify that this sexy man will soon be inside of me.
As he slides in next to me, he grasps my hand again and places another quick kiss on the back.
“I’d fuck you here and now if I thought we wouldn’t get arrested,” he murmurs.
Flushing, wishing we could do exactly that, I reply, “I’d prefer not to spend my one night here locked up for indecent exposure.”
His grin flashes as he murmurs, “There’s nothing indecent about you exposing yourself.”
God, this man…
He can make me feel like the only woman in the world for him so very easily.
Reluctantly releasing my hand, he backs out and I can’t help but watch the strong muscles of his neck flexing.
I lick my lips, remembering how he tasted…
So very male…
So very masculine…
After putting the car into drive, he grasps my hand again, and continues to hold it until we turn up the gravel road that leads to his house.
As we pass the cottage, I can’t resist a glance at it.
How much I miss this place comes swirling back even in greater intensity than ever before.
I already don’t want to ever leave here again.
Lucas pulls into his driveway and quickly bounds out of the car and over to my side. As soon as I’m out of the car, he’s tugging me along to his front door. Hastily, he inserts his key, and as the door swings wide, he cinches one arm around my waist and quickly lifts me from my feet, my chest to his as he sweeps me inside and up against a wall.
The door clicks softly shut.
He seems to be stuck in motion as he makes no further move only to stare into my eyes.
“One night is not going to be enough,” he whispers.
I nod, understanding what he is trying to say.
We both just want infinity…
And unending ending.
Then his hands are in my hair before moving down to gently lift and squeeze my breasts as his lips come to mine.
My center is seeping liquid, hot and intense from wanting him so badly. I feel his hardened cock probing insistently between my legs and I reach down to caress it through his jeans.
I hear his swift intake of breath just before he whispers, “I’m going to cum like a schoolboy if you continue with that.”
With that, he grasps the end of my skirt, quickly pushing it up to my waist before delving underneath to grasp my underwear, tearing it from me.
He steps back slightly from me, lowering the zipper of his jeans, as his eyes focus on the juncture between my legs.
My knees weaken as he pulls his cock out and strokes it for a few seconds.
His eyes come to mine as he asks in a murmur, “You want this, Emma?”
Without hesitation, I nod.
“Do you know that I’ve thought of you every day, wishing I could feel you next to me every day?” he asks in his soft and sexy tone.
Again, I nod. I knew how much he missed me because I missed him every bit as much.
“I think about you all the time. How your breasts, so full and heavy, move so seductively when I’m deep inside of you,”
He continues to tug and pull on his cock, and I bite my lip as I reach for him.
But he knocks my hand away.
“I want to see them bob and sway with each of my thrusts again. I want to make a new memory to keep with me when you are gone again,” he murmurs.
His words only cause more liquid to pool between my legs.
“Undo your blouse, Emma,” his voice turns to a husky whisper.
My eyes leave watching him stroking his cock to come up to connect with his.
And I can feel the power I have over this man seep through me.
Empowering me.
Slowly, I bring my hands up, and one by one, release each of my buttons. I watch the corded muscles of his neck bunch as the last button comes undone.
I slowly slide one arm and then the other out of my shirt, leaving me standing in my bra, my skirt hiked up around my hips from his persistent hands.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and allow it to fall away from me.
“Fuck Emma…” I hear Lucas whisper, and my eyes go back to the head of his cock, appearing and disappearing in his hand.
Bringing my hands up to my nipples, I gently squeeze them between my fingers and bite my lip.
Lucas continues to watch, enraptured.
Moving one hand down to between my legs, I part my slippery folds, and slide one finger, and then another back and forth.
Suddenly, Lucas grasps my arm, tugging me into his living room. There he pushes me to my knees and I fall forward, bracing my hands on the floor in front of me. Then he’s kneeling between my legs, spearing them apart with his knee.
I feel both of his hands come to my hips, and needing no guidance, his cock spears into me and I lose my breath.
Releasing my hips, both of his hands come up to cup each of my breasts, squeezing them hard, causing me to spasm and I know he can feel what he is doing to me.
“You like that?” I hear him whisper.
Nodding, I admit on a pant, “I like anything that you do.”
I feel his chest on my back, his body arching as he tries to push deeper, his mouth on my ear as he whispers, “I hate not being able to have you all the time. I need to be here, like this with you all the time. And forever.”
Then he is withdrawing…
Leaving me gasping and arching…
And then he’s pushing back…
Filling me…
Consuming me…
Rooting himself deeper and deeper each time as his hands squeeze each of my breasts as they swing back and forth from his rough movements.
His mouth remains at my ear, his groans reverberating in - throughout - my body.
“Fuck Emma…” he pants, and I arch my back, taking him deeper yet again.
“I’m sorry…” I hear him whisper just before I feel him explode.
His explosion sets off mine and I pant his name as I feel his hips thrust, shooting deeply into me.
I collapse forward onto the floor and Lucas follows me, unwilling to allow our bodies to disconnect.
A few seconds later, I hear his chuckle in my ear. “And here I apologized for leaving you behind.”
I feel his lips softly kiss my ear and I feel like the most savored and treasured woman on the earth.
Wiggling my ass, loving the feeling of him so deep within me, I murmur back, “You’ve yet to leave me behind.”
I hear his chuckle again, feel another soft kiss on my ear before he slowly lifts his weight away from me.
Then I feel his lips moving down my spine.
Gently appreciating every inch of me.
“I’ve missed every single inch of you,” he whispers against my skin and I close my eyes to the heady feeling of it.
His hot breath on my skin is only making me feel more alive.
“My parents asked us to go over for dinner. I tried to say no because I want you all to myself, but they were insistent on seeing you,” he murmurs.
He moves to sit next to me on the floor, his fingers now trailing over my skin as if he can’t stop touching me.
But I feel a pang of fear settle deep in my stomach as I think of his parents.
The last time I spoke with his mother hadn’t been under the best of circumstances.
Turning on my side, I look at Lucas, looking so ruggedly beautiful with his hair down around his face from our intense lovemaking.
I’m so in love with him, - my heart whispers.
While absorbing how his fingers make my skin tingle, I ask, “Do they hate me?”
Lucas grins, and his light caress turns to a tickle, as he says, “They could never hate you. Unlike me and my thick brain, they understood why you had to go.”
Holding his eyes, I assess as to whether he is telling me the truth or not, but I can easily see that he is.
Sighing heavily, I lean forward and place my head on his lap and ask with reluctance, “What time?”
I hear him chuckle, feel his hand come up to my hair, stroking through it as he replies, “In about an hour.”
Moaning, feeling as if I’m going before a firing squad, I push myself up onto all fours. Flinging my hair over my back, I look at Lucas from half-lidded eyes as I softly murmur, “And here I wanted more of you…immediately.”
Lucas’s eyes instantly blaze with heat as they watch my breasts, and I know from experience that he loves watching me in this position, with my breasts hanging freely.
Leaning forward, he grasps my hair by the back of my head - oh so gently – as he pulls me into him for a deep kiss. I feel his tongue swirl through my mouth, entangling with mine.
Then he is kneeling, pulling me up with him, chest to chest.
Murmuring against my lips, he whispers, “I think we should continue this in the shower.”
A little longer than an hour later, thanks to Lucas taking his time with me in the shower, we arrive at his parents. As I step from the car, I take Lucas’s hand, needing his strength despite his reassurance that his parents will welcome me warmly.
And he is right as we step through the front door to find his parents waiting, their faces beaming with happiness.
“Oh Emma! We’re so happy you’re back,” Charlotte says, immediately clasping me to her for a warm and welcoming hug.
I return her eager embrace as my eyes go to William.
I’m slightly shaken to see a few tears brim William’s eyes as he says quietly, “Are we ever happy to see you. Lucas was a mess without you.”
His mom chooses at that time to give me an extra tight squeeze before releasing me as I hear Lucas say, “Now, now Mom and Dad. Don’t be giving away how bad my emotional state was while Emma was gone. She’ll think she has me wrapped around her finger.”
I chuckle as I meet his Mom’s eyes. She is accepting me back with open arms, but I can see the questions in her eyes and I know she’ll be seeking me out privately at some point.
I squeeze her hand, trying to reassure her that I’ve no intention of hurting her son again.
That I’m going to figure this out.
Because Lucas is my life.
My priority.
The meal passes in a relaxed and easy pace but I’m anxious to have Lucas to myself again. Being here for only one night, I want to make the most of it with him.
Lucas must feel the same as he begins to clear the plates as soon as we are done, stating that we needed to get back home.
Home…
His term of referring to his home as mine haunts me.
It’s what I want.
More than anything, but I have the complication of the restaurant, and the feeling that I owe something to Eric.
His mother quickly stands, and without trying to be secretive about what she is up to, says, “Before you go, I want to chat with Emma…alone.”
“Mom,” I hear Lucas say, staring at her in warning.
Reaching up, I grasp his hand squeezing, prompting his eyes to come to mine as I say reassuringly, “You start the dishes and your Mom and I will be there shortly.
He holds my eyes, indecision and reluctance on his face, but I only smile in reassurance.
He sighs heavily and looking back at his mom, he says sternly, “Tread lightly mom.”
“Lucas, you go do the dishes like Emma said. She knows we have to talk and the longer you stand here trying to prevent it means the longer you’ll have to wait to have her back to yourself.”
I can’t help the chuckle that rises from my throat at the look on Lucas’s face.
Finally, with one last glance at me to make sure that I’ll be fine, he turns and hesitantly follows William into the kitchen.
“It’s so wonderful to see you again, Emma,” his mother says softly, so truthfully.
Reaching across the dining table, I clasp her hand as I respond gently, “I’m glad to be here, Charlotte. This place…Lucas…it was all I thought about. I missed it all so desperately.”
Her eyes hold mine, her hand gently squeezing mine as she asks, “What are your plans now?”
Holding her eyes in return, I answer honestly, “I’ve no idea. I’ve yet to figure it all out but the one thing that I realized in the past year is that I now know I can’t live without Lucas. He’s my happiness, my future.”
A tear forms in one of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she whispers in return, “That’s all I needed to hear.”
I give her hand another squeeze before standing and walking around the table to give her a hug.
“Lucas wasn’t the only one who missed you,” I hear her admit in a whisper.
With my heart feeling the fullest it has been in quite some time, I squeeze her even tighter.