Page 87 of Promised Love
“Do you really think I’d use my little wife’s condom gifts on other women?” A small smile ghosts across his face.
“They were a mistake,” I yell. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Uh-huh.” He just shakes his head. “It’s about time we try these,” Lukas mutters and settles me on the bed.
When I think he’ll just push the letter box out of the way, he holds it carefully in his arms and closes the lid before securing it under his nightstand.
When he returns to me, some of that playfulness is gone from his face.
“You are in my bed tonight. No one has forced us to be here. It’s just us. No promises. No expectations.”
His finger skims downward from my forehead to the side of my face, tracing my lips. When I kiss it, Lukas’ dark gaze bores into my face. His whisper touch, which until now was giving me shivers, suddenly becomes insistent.
His finger presses on my bottom lip, and when I lick it, he releases a groan. His eyes close for a moment, and it’s the absence of his gaze that gives me the courage to lean forward so his digit slips past my lips.
My front teeth dig into the pad of his finger, and Lukas’ eyes shoot open. There’s an inferno blazing in them.
My mouth hollows as I suck on it, and his heart beats so fast that I can feel it under my hand resting over his chest.
I’m not sure if his lips really trembled or if it’s my imagination, because a second later, he’s kissing me. His finger is still in my mouth as he ravishes my lips.
My head gets dizzy, and I feel like I’m lacking oxygen, but that’s exactly how I want him. And that’s exactly how I want him to want me.
I want to be more important for his existence than oxygen.
I want to be bigger than any need, any desire.
I want to be enough for him.
Lukas breaks our kiss, and I think he’ll just rip my clothes next. But he surprises me. His touch is almost reverent as he peels away every stitch of garb. Once we’re both naked, he holds my face between his hands and presses kisses on my face.
“Lukas,” I rasp.
“Let me love you. Just for tonight.”
The pain in his voice and the engulfing feel of him around me is too much, and I can do nothing about the tears that escape and run down my cheeks.
“Shh…” Lukas coos and kisses every teardrop before it gets lost in my hair or the cotton of the pillow.
He doesn’t ask why all of a sudden I’m crying but does what he said he’d do.
Lukas, my husband, makes love to me.
He kisses every inch of my skin. Starting from my toes, moving to my ankles, to my instep, and then his lips drift upward. Goosebumps litter my skin as he kisses the inside of my knees and my thighs. He nips my hip bone and surprises me once again when he continues to go up instead of going for my sex. He softly presses his mouth to my belly button and suddenly I’m giggling.
“Lukas, it…tickles.”
“It does?” He looks up with an eyebrow raised. “When I do this?” This time he blows a raspberry on my stomach, and my giggle is louder.
“Yes!” I squeal.
“Now?” This time, he bites my waist, followed by a tickle.
“Lukas! Stop!”
“No chance.” But he thankfully stops the tickling and continues the magic of his mouth. His lips drift closer to my chest, and he drags his tongue between my breasts. He squeezes them in his hands, and his tongue moves from one nipple to the other. I cradle his head, pressing him more to me, and at the same time pressing myself more to him.
I thread my fingers into his hair, and Lukas releases a groan. “Not so fast, baby.”