Her body tingled, and waves of pleasure washed over her with each successive plunge home until everything inside and out detonated, her orgasm an explosion of bright lights and sensation that filled her, body, heart, and soul.
“Yes, Maxie, baby.” He came seconds later, pulsing inside her, causing another ripple of an orgasm to shatter her once more.
It wasn’t enough for him to devastate her with the best sex ever, but he had to then get up, walk to the bathroom, clean up, and return with a warm washcloth for her. Next thing she knew, he pulled her into his arms, tucked her head beneath his chin, and fell asleep.
* * *
Maxie woke up disoriented. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. Not just in Lucas’ apartment but in his bed. Alone. She drew a deep breath and calmed her rapidly beating heart.
It was one night, she reassured herself. She could handle it. She’d prepared herself ahead of time, gotten exactly what she wanted. And more, a little voice reminded her. The delicious soreness between her legs agreed.
She grabbed her nightie, pulled on a tee shirt he’d left on the end of the bed, and tiptoed to her own room. She took a shower and dressed, leaving her hair wet and pulled on top of her head. A pair of sweats, a tee shirt, and a casual attitude, and she was ready to walk out of her room.
She followed the smell of breakfast food to the kitchen and found Lucas. He stood by the stove wearing a pair of black track pants, a white untucked tee shirt, and bare feet, cooking French toast, something she remembered his mother making when they were growing up.
“Smells good,” she murmured.
He turned and grinned. “I picked up a few tips.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t need to cook for me.”
“How about I wanted to?” He gestured to a chair with the spatula, indicating she should sit down.
She settled into a seat and drank some orange juice he’d poured for them both. The tart taste helped wake her up even more than the shower had.
He served them both a plate with three slices of French toast on each. She poured syrup over hers, and when her stomach rumbled, she realized how hungry she was.
“Guess you worked up an appetite,” he said, winking as he shoveled a few pieces into his mouth.
Oh God. “Lucas—”
“Don’t want to hear it,” he said, wiping his mouth. “We both wanted last night, and I’m not going to listen to any regrets or morning-after recriminations. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
She opened and closed her mouth again because he was right.
“So what’s on tap for today?” he asked.
She tore her gaze from his sexy morning hair and razor stubble. “Nothing. I thought I’d take a walk, get some fresh air.” Think about the ramifications of what she’d done—and how he’d made her feel.
He shrugged. “Sounds like fun. I think I’ll join you.”
She couldn’t very well argue… and she didn’t want to. Spending the day with him sounded like a perfect afternoon. So what if that meant she could not overthink things. That was probably his intention anyway. Keep her too busy to dredge up issues and problems.
They’d rear their ugly heads soon enough.
* * *
Lucas knew if he gave Maxie time alone, she’d talk herself into believing last night hadn’t meant anything, when in reality, it had been everything. He understood her fears and the reasons behind them. She’d been involved with an asshole who wanted to control her, and she was stuck living with another man when she’d rather be asserting her independence in all possible ways.
Lucas had every intention of giving her the freedom she needed to be her own person. He just wasn’t giving up on them while she explored her new life, and he intended to make her understand the two things weren’t mutually exclusive.
Instead of heading to Central Park, which could be crowded on such a beautiful fall day, they walked down the street, past his apartment, and kept going. A light wind blew around them, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. She stiffened in surprise, then eased her body into his as they strode in companionable silence.
They stopped at a vending cart for a hot pretzel and a bottle of water, which they shared.
“So how are you enjoying work?” he asked.
She brushed a long strand of hair from her face. “I love it! It’s so different from my last job, but I don’t miss dealing with people who I’m not sure whether they’re guilty or innocent. I never thought I’d like plain old civil litigation, but it’s been interesting. And I really like the lawyers and the staff too.”
He glanced her way. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.
“That’s great. I’m glad it was a good fit.” He paused, wondering if now was the time to share something that was important to him and decided yes. There might not be a better way for her to get to know who he really was. “Speaking of good fits, I want to take you somewhere. Show you something. Are you game?”
She met his gaze, then shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
He hailed a taxi, and after they climbed in, he gave the driver an address uptown. Not a typical area of the city where you’d visit on a Sunday morning.
“I’m confused,” she said as the driver sped toward their destination.
“After Blink took off and we started monetizing it for profit, I wanted to do something more with the money than spend it on myself or put it in the bank.” He paused. “Do you remember Eric Kutcher? From middle and high school?”