‘Sit up for me,’ he groaned huskily, slipping the robe down her arms as she did so before sliding the strap of her gown down too and baring one of her breasts.
It was fuller than he remembered, the nipple darker, bigger, already hard and roused as he lowered his head and his tongue moved slowly, lightly, erotically over that hardened tip, knowing he was giving Luccy pleasure as she arched into him, her hands moving to cradle his head.
Sin teased that aching nipple mercilessly, kissing, licking, laving, biting gently, before drawing it greedily into the hot cavern of his mouth, his hand cupping its twin and moving the soft pad of his thumb on her nipple in the same rhythmic caress.
Luccy’s body felt as if it were on fire, every part of her alive and vibrating with the desire Sin ignited inside her, his lips against her breasts only assuaging part of that need as the ache between her thighs rose unbearably.
She needed to touch him too, to feel his naked flesh against hers. Her fingers were clumsy in their haste to undo the buttons on his shirt so that she could bare his shoulders and chest, to kiss and taste him, teeth gently biting as her hair cascaded over them like silk.
‘Your head to your toes, Luccy,’ Sin reminded her again as he moved back slightly to take his shirt off completely before lifting her nightgown over her head to bare her completely to his hungry gaze.
Her breasts really were fuller, sloping gently above her narrow waist, her hips and thighs a tempting curve, dark curls nestling at their apex.
He began at her breasts, placing gentle kisses against those tempting tips before moving lower, to the gentle slope beneath, and then down to her waist, the caress even gentler as he placed a kiss where his child nestled inside her, his hands following that same path.
Luccy lay back on the pillows, her eyes closing as she felt Sin’s hands like butterfly wings against her thighs, parting her, running his fingers lightly, arousingly against her wetness before finding the nub that nestled amongst her ebony curls. He began to caress her there, slowly, pleasurably, on and on, until Luccy thought she might faint with the pleasure of it.
She cried out at the first touch of Sin’s lips against her, shocked, and then totally lost as his tongue moved in an erotic caress. She gasped as she felt the climax building inside her, Sin’s hands moving down to grasp her hips to hold her against him, his tongue driving her completely over the edge as she felt the pleasure engulf and claim her.
It was beyond anything Luccy had ever experienced before. Beyond even what the two of them had shared before, and she hadn’t believed there would ever be anything better than that.
She wanted more!
Needed more.
Wanted to give Sin more.
He offered no resistance as she moved up to press him down onto the pillows, her gaze holding his as she unfastened his trousers, the descent of the zip slightly hindered by the firmness of his arousal, that pulsing shaft leaping free seconds later as Luccy removed the last of his clothes.
He was beautiful. Hard. Muscled. Lean.
The darkness of his hair was tousled about his shoulders from her wildly caressing fingers, his chest and stomach all muscled ridges, his arousal jutting out long and hard, and pulsing beneath her fingers as she reached out to curl them about that arousal, her other hand moving lower to cup and hold him.
Sin groaned hoarsely as he felt Luccy’s lips and tongue against him, tasting the length of him, before she moved to take him into the moist heat of her mouth.
He was too aroused already, needed to be inside her too much to be able to take those caresses for long, reaching down to move her up and over him, leaving Sin’s own hands free to cup and caress her breasts.
Luccy’s back arched as she set the rhythm above him, her hips moving slowly, erotically as she rode Sin, feeling the tension building inside him. He moved so that he could take her breast into his mouth as Luccy rode him harder and faster.
Luccy could feel a second climax building inside her even as she heard Sin’s groan, his release sending those shock waves crashing wildly into a climax that threatened to shatter her, and him, into a million pieces.
Minutes—hours?—later, Luccy collapsed weakly onto Sin’s chest, her breathing ragged as she trembled with the force of that second, mind-shattering release.
She should regret this. She knew that she should. But she didn’t. How could she possibly regret something that had been so wonderful? So much a joining, with an equality of giving and taking that had rendered their lovemaking totally beautiful.
And it had been love, Luccy realised dazedly.
On her part, at least.
Dear God, she was in love with Sin!
She was in love with a man who didn’t trust her, let alone love her in return!
Was that why his earlier remarks had hurt so much? Why she hadn’t been able to resist him when he had come to her bedroom?
How could she possibly have been so stupid?
Sin had never known such aching arousal followed by such an earth-shattering release. He felt completely spent, and totally satiated even as he felt Luccy’s withdrawal, not just emotionally but physically too as she moved to lie on the bed beside him, long lashes lowered over those midnight-blue eyes.
What was she thinking? he wondered with a gathering frown.
Nothing pleasant, if he was reading this situation correctly!
Did she regret what had just happened?
She couldn’t regret it!
No matter what other plans Luccy might have for her own life, and consequently that of their child, didn’t she realise that what they had just shared was unusual, a compatibility that all couples sought and so rarely ever found?
‘Luccy—’
‘It’s been a very—strange day, and now I think I would like to get some sleep, if you don’t mind, Sin,’ she said flatly, her gaze still not quite meeting his.
Sin turned on his side to look down at her, not touching her, not daring to touch her. ‘Luccy, do you regret what just happened?’
Her lids flew wide. ‘Of course I—! Yes, I regret it,’ she said more calmly. ‘As I said earlier, it changes nothing. I’m still not going to marry you.’
Changes nothing!
Damn it, couldn’t Luccy see that what they had just shared gave them a basis on which to build a marriage? That maybe, in time, she might even come to love him? That he might come to love her, too? Damn it, he desired her so much he was probably halfway there already. With a little cooperation from Luccy—
‘I think you have made your point, Sin, and now I would like you to leave,’ Luccy told him coldly; she wouldn’t just like him to leave, she needed him to leave! She was going to break down and start crying again in a minute, and she really didn’t want Sin to be a witness to that.