Sweetwater: The Kihn (The Sweet Series) (34 page)

Reaching around me, he grabs the bed covers, pulls them down, scoops me up, and lays me in the middle of the bed. His eyes move over my body, heating my skin to a fever pitch.

“My God, you are beautiful,” he growls, his voice husky, before coming down on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. He feels so good, his long hard length lying fully on me. “And you are mine,” he growls. He works his knee between my legs, and I can’t hold back a moan when he cups me with his hand.

He pulls the elastic tie from my ponytail and slides his fingers through my hair, spreading it out over the pillow. “I’ve ached to see you like this, my sweet,” he whispers. My breathing escalates and body tightens at his words. I bring my hand to the side of his face and he turns into it, kissing my palm.

I peer into his eyes as he brings his mouth down on mine, moving his lips in a wild, arousing kiss. His hand is between my legs and his thumb rubs over my sensitive clit, round and round. My blood heats to near boiling. Pulling his mouth from mine, he breathes, “Sweet,” in a ragged whisper. Then he kisses me slowly and deeply, his tongue once more exploring my mouth. Reaching under me, he squeezes my bottom and raises me closer to his hard arousal.

Oh, I want him so badly
. I need him to put an end to this building tension. He shifts slightly until he’s lying between my legs. His thumb has stopped rubbing against me, and his hand has cupped me firmly again. Raising his head, he licks first one nipple, then the other before drawing it into his mouth and sucking forcefully.

“Mmmm.” I can’t control my response.

I feel his grin. His mouth latches onto my other nipple, sucking so hard that a stab of desire pierces between my legs. I moan loudly and writhe beneath him. He continues licking and sucking on my nipples as his finger slides into me. My hips lift into his hand instinctively.

“Oh sweet, you are so wet for me,” he murmurs as he moves his finger in and out. “So tight.” I whimper with pleasure and feel a tightening between my legs. He looks into my face, watching me. “I need you, Sofie.”

The huskiness of his voice and his eyes dark with passion fill me with an inexplicable need of my own. He kisses me long and slow, then changes the kiss to a hard plundering. His finger’s movement matches what his tongue is doing to me. Harder and faster until I tear my mouth from his, crying out.

He quickly alters his position on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his. His upper body braces up on his forearms. He rubs hard and firm against me, pressing his erection against my most intimate part. I whimper. Looking into my face, his eyes are a brilliant green and I watch as his pupils dilate slightly before taking on a blazing intensity.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, his voice tight with passion.

I swallow. “I do,” I answer faintly. “I do want you, Lucas.” I inhale sharply as he pushes my legs wider still.

He brings his lips to my ear. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Oh—yes!

He positions the head of his erection and slowly pushes his hardness into my opening. He is so large he has to move in and out of me slowly, stretching me to make me accommodate him.
Oh, he feels so good
. I feel him move farther inside of me. I grasp his upper arms and hook my legs over his.

“Bend your knees. Bring your feet up by your hips,” he rasps.

Oh... this position feels sooo good.

He pushes into me with a little more force. I moan deeply, arching my back, pushing against the bed with my feet to raise my pelvis. And then—he stops, growing abruptly still. I feel the moment he butts against my barrier and can go no further. I open my eyes.

Lucas’ deep green ones look startled. His face has the oddest expression. “Sofie?” His voice is strained.

My lips part with my trembling breath. “G-Go on,” I say with a throbbing whisper. “Please don’t stop.” Desire pounds through my body with each beat of my heart, and if he stops now, I know I will shatter.

He looks intently into my eyes, holding my gaze. I see the change of emotion on his face. “My sweet—”

“Please, Lucas,” I beg. “I need you too!”

He takes my mouth with a burning passion that makes me moan. When he finally lifts his head, he crushes me in a fierce hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers harshly into my ear, pulling most of the way out. He slams into me, burying himself as hard and deep as he can go.

I cry out hoarsely as I buck with the shock of the pain.
Shit!

“Shhh—easy, sweet, easy,” he says, his voice harsh, full of strain. “It’s over,” he breathes into my ear.

“It is?” I can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. He feels wonderful, so big and filling me so fully. It’s an exquisite feeling now that the pain is lessening, and I want more. I can’t imagine he doesn’t.

Lucas leans up on his forearm, looking at me. He gives a choked laugh, leans his forehead against mine briefly, and eases almost all of the way out of me before thrusting into me again.

“Ahhh!”

“Easy. Relax.” His voice sounds raw. He stills, buried deep inside of me, and then he pulls out and pushes slowly in, even deeper. Almost too deep, it hurts somewhat. “Are you okay?” His voice is raspy.

I nod.
Oh, this is good.

“Answer me.” His mouth is
against my neck, his breath hot and ragged.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“More than one word.”

“More please.” My voice has a breathy quality to it. I feel his smile against my neck.

He picks up the speed of his thrusts, and I move, meeting him. He shifts, rises up on his forearm and positions his hand under my bottom, raising me, so he can pump into me harder. “Look at me,” he demands.

I open my eyes to look into his green gaze. He slows his thrusts, gazing down at me. His eyes hold so much emotion, and the moment is so intimate between us, more so even than what we are doing. I find it hard to breathe with my chest swelling with emotion. He leans down to take my mouth sweetly in a deep kiss, pressing his chest against mine. I moan into his mouth as he picks up speed and once again pounds into me with a steady rhythm. I raise my hips higher to meet each thrust.

I feel the sensation I felt earlier in the hot tub. I can feel it start, a building pressure deep inside that is almost painful. It makes my spine bow, and I cry out with need. I grasp Lucas’ upper arms, and I hold on as he pounds into me faster. He pulls my leg up into the crook of his arm at the elbow, and the shift in position allows him to go even deeper with his thrusts. The exquisite feeling of his deep penetration makes me cry out again.

I cling to him as he plunges into me wild and hard, filling me with an indescribable pleasure that builds with intensity. My body throbs with sensation and the next deep thrust makes the pleasure-pain burst over me. I scream Lucas’ name as I climax.

I feel his body tense, and he thrusts once more, deep and hard as a growl works its way up out of his chest, coming out in a long feral howl with his head thrown back. He collapses on top of me as we struggle for breath.

Chapter Twenty

L
ucas wraps his arm under my back, gripping my waist, and rolls us over onto our sides facing each other.

“
Joder!
” he growls as he rolls onto his back, slinging his arm up over his eyes. I’m not sure what he’s said, but I have a good idea. He keeps his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him. I place my hand on his stomach and snuggle my face against his side. His body is slick with sweat, and he smells so good.

We lay like this until our breathing slows. I’m exhausted, and I can’t stop smiling. Making love with Lucas is… beyond anything I ever imagined it would be. I snuggle closer as he moves his arm away from his face. I feel the change in his body and breathing, and I look up at him. He’s watching me from under his long black lashes, and I feel a moment of trepidation.

“Sofie—why did you tell me you’d slept with Nick?”

“Wh-What?” I gasp. Sitting up, I suddenly feel naked. Although I’ve been in this state of undress for a while, his tone makes me uncomfortable. I reach for the sheet, pulling it up over my breasts. “I-I
never
told you that!” My voice trembles. I might not have any experience in after-sex chitchat, but I have a pretty good idea this isn’t the way it usually goes.

“You told me he was your first.” Lucas’ voice sounds accusatory as he looks at me.

“My first
boyfriend!
” I gape at him. “I never had sex with Nick!”

“Well, obviously, Sofie,” he drawls.

I go scarlet at his words. My eyes fill with tears and I bound off the bed, grabbing the robe on the floor. I pull it on as I head for the door. Lucas is instantly beside me, reaching for me. I slap at him, jerking away. “Don’t touch me!” I cry.

“Sofie—”

“You—stay—away from me!” I start for the door again, pulling the robe more securely around me. I don’t know where I’m going, but I have to get away from him.

Lucas quickly moves between the door and me. He catches my arms and pulls me up against his chest… and other parts of his body. He’s still gloriously naked.

“Let go of me!” I twist and pull, trying to get out of his hold. He doesn’t say anything. He just holds fast. I finally stop struggling because it isn’t doing any good. I let my body go still. “I hate you!” I say as tears start to fall.

He presses my head against his chest and continues to hold me. His voice is gentle when he finally asks, “Why do you hate me?” When I don’t respond, he places a finger under my chin to raise my face, but I jerk my head away. “I’m a fool,” he says in a quiet voice.

You’ve got that right!

He leans his head down close to mine. “I’m sorry, Sofie.” His deep voice sounds hoarse. He brushes the top of my head with his lips.

I sniff and rub my nose against his bare chest. He scoops me up into his arms. “Don’t!”

“Shhh.” He carries me across the room to the chair by the fireplace and settles down with me in his lap. When I struggle to escape, his arms tighten around me. I just don’t have any more strength left to fight him. I go still. We sit in silence for several minutes, each with our own thoughts.

“I have never known anyone like you, Sofie,” he says simply. He picks up a curl from my shoulder and wraps it around his finger. My curiosity is piqued, and I look up at him. “The other women I have known…” He snorts softly and looks down to meet my gaze. “Well—they are certainly nothing like you,” he says quietly. His brow furrows and he shakes his head, frowning.

“You surprise me. You constantly surprise me.” He smiles wryly. “No one has done that in a very long time.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.

“Why?” I ask.

He looks away for a moment, and then his eyes seek mine. He speaks slowly, choosing his words. “I have lived in a world that… contains very little innocence.” For a moment, his face is unexpectedly sad. “It’s easy to become... disillusioned... indifferent.”

I hold my breath. He’s told me so little about himself, and I sense this is deeply personal for him. “You find yourself—bored with people, relationships, life in general.” His expression seems so bleak. “You discover ways to cope, to have control. Be it through going to battle, pursuing dangerous activities or... dark relationships with women.” His voice is raw. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head as if to clear it of the memories. “No matter what I did, I still felt as if something was missing. I repeatedly questioned if this was all life was meant to be. Was life supposed to be so empty?” He looks down at me, and I watch as his eyes change as they take on a light and the dark dissipates.

“And then one day, I felt it,” he says softly. “I didn’t know what it was, but I could feel it out there—waiting for me, a faint glow beckoning.” I hold my breath. He places his finger under my chin, tipping my head back so he can look directly into my eyes. “It was you.” I swallow with difficulty. “It was you, Sofie. The moment I saw you, my whole world came into focus.” He smiles gently, his eyes tender. “My life was just waiting—for you.”

Oh my.
He does know how to fix hurt feelings. He shifts, clasping his hands on either side of my face, and kisses me deeply. I melt into his kiss, belonging to him completely.

We lie wrapped in each other’s arms in bed. Lucas smooths the hair from my brow as I lie with my head on his chest.

“Why... why did you act as if you were mad?” I ask. We’re still discussing his mistaken belief of my virginal status. My pre-non-virginal status, that is.

“I
was
mad—at myself. I seldom feel an idiot and… that didn’t sit too well. No matter that I misunderstood when you told me Nick was your first, the signs were all there.”

I raise my head to look at him. “What signs?” I frown.

He smiles and pulls me closer. “Your actions, your innocence.”

“I don’t act like an innocent.” I’m a little annoyed. Is he insinuating I act all sweet and goody-two-shoes?

I catch his smug smile. “You don’t act innocent—you
are
innocent, and I love that about you.”

Love?

My eyes search his, and I swallow nervously. “So, you weren’t—disappointed?”

A frown flits across his face and he rolls over on top of me, pushing me onto my back and making me catch my breath. “You think I’m disappointed in you? Why would you think that, Sofie?” His beautiful eyes are intent, looking into mine.

“I—” I swallow nervously. “My inexperience… I must be inadequate compared to—”

He’s staring at me in disbelief, his eyebrows raised. “You think I’m disappointed that I’m the only man you will ever be with?” His words do crazy things to my insides. “Sofie—you are mine.
Only
mine. This pleases me. And I’m sure it will go better for you over time if I don’t have to dwell on the thought of someone else touching you.” He frowns as he says this. “Especially since I seem unable to control my jealousy and possessiveness over you.” There’s almost a trace of disbelief in his voice.
Huh?
His words confuse me. “Your inexperience delights me. It does not mean you are inadequate, my sweet. To the contrary.” His eyes burn into mine as he strokes my face. “You were so responsive… I have never experienced anything like that in my entire lifetime.” His gaze is so...
hot
.

“Me neither,” I breathe softly. I see the spark of humor in his eyes before his shoulders shake with his silent laughter. He crushes my body to his.

“I’m happy you’ve never experienced that before.” He pulls back so he can see my face, and I see something in his eyes as he frowns down into mine.

“What?”

He weaves his fingers into my hair and smooths his thumb across my forehead. “I wasn’t too rough? You have a way of making me lose control anytime I’m near you.” He grins, but I can see his eyes are tense as he waits for my answer. I turn my face into his chest.

“I... I liked it like that,” I say, my voice small. He gently pulls my face up, and I feel shy.
This is so embarrassing.

“Did you?” His voice holds a note that causes my pulse to quicken, and I look up to meet his hooded gaze.
Oh my
. “Well—it would seem we are well suited then.” His voice moves over my skin, making me gasp softly and close my eyes. When I open them, I’m looking into eyes that watch me intently.

“Yes,” I answer hoarsely as he brings his lips down to mine.

He kisses me until I’m breathless, then reaches down and pulls the covers over us. “Go to sleep now, sweet. We need to rest.” I lie there with his arms wrapped around me, breathing in his incredible essence. “Sofie?”

“Hmmm?”

“Forgive me?” he pleads, his voice raw with emotion.

I lean up. “Lucas—” Looking into his face, my chest tightens at the longing I see there. I sense a need in him that matches my own. “Always,” I say softly, and I
know it’s the truth. I hear his sharply indrawn breath, and then he pulls me back into his arms. Pressing my head to his chest, he kisses the top of my head, and I feel him breathe in deeply. “Lucas?”

“Yes, my sweet?” His arms squeeze me lightly.

“I had a wonderful first time and... I can’t wait to do it again.”

I feel his laugh as it
moves through his chest until he is laughing out loud, squeezing me tightly. “Go to sleep, my sweet, before I forget how much you need rest. I have plans for you tomorrow.”

I snuggle against him. It has been a long day and an even longer evening.
Wait. What? What kind of plans?
Before I have a chance to dwell much more on those plans, I fall asleep.

When I wake, I’m alone. I stretch toward the headboard and feel muscles I didn’t even know I had. I’m also aware of soreness between my legs. I roll over, press my face to Lucas’ pillow, and breathe his scent in deeply. I am immediately conscious of a tightening in my lower extremities. I can’t believe how he affects me. I roll to the edge and sit, running my fingers through my hair and moving it back off my forehead. It’s a tangled mess.

An unwelcome realization hits me. Emma Rae is going to kick my butt. Since we turned sixteen, she’s preached safe sex, safe sex, safe sex to Diane and me. Her first time was unplanned, and then the three of us worried until we knew she was okay. She learned her lesson and made sure we never forgot either. I didn’t mean to forget… I was just caught up in the moment. How many other women have uttered the same sentence with devastating results? I groan, realizing I have to discuss this with Lucas.

The shower feels unbelievably good as I stand under the pulsating spray. My breasts are sore, and certain other areas are extremely sensitive to the touch, making me bite my lip and remember the things Lucas did to me. I’ve just rinsed the conditioner from my hair when the shower door opens and a naked Lucas steps in.

“Lucas!” I exhale sharply, instinctively covering myself and turning my back. I know I turn bright red.

“Sofie.” He turns me around and his hot gaze rakes over my body. I blush on top of my blush. One of his hands pulls on the arm covering my breasts as the other lifts my chin. “You are beautiful. I don’t ever want you to hide from me. Understand?”

I swallow and nod slightly.
He looks so good with no clothes on!

“Good.” He gives me a swift kiss. “Now turn around, I’ll wash your back.”

I suck in a quick breath at the first touch of his strong hands smoothing soap over me. As he rubs my shoulders and neck muscles, I moan. I like his hands on me. He slides one of those hands around to my stomach and up to graze lightly across my breasts. I can’t stop my sharp breath.

“Are your nipples sore?” he breathes right behind my ear. His hands continue to brush lightly back and forth, barely touching the tips. It’s almost painful.

How embarrassing. “Yes,” I finally gasp.

“Mmmm,” he moans, his mouth moving down my neck. I unconsciously tilt my head, giving him better access. When he reaches my pulse point, he sucks the delicate skin, and I moan loudly. He pinches my nipples and I cry out, jerking back against his body and his hard erection. “Easy,” he croons in my ear.

His hands leave my aching breasts and slide down my stomach to the junction of my thighs. He wedges his leg between mine, pushing them wider as his hand cups me, his fingers pressing against my clitoris. “Are you sore here, too?” he asks with a low guttural sound. His fingers probe and spread me open.

“Yes,” I groan without hesitation this time. He already has me panting for him.

“Mmmm. Sofie, you feel so good. So tight and hot for me,” he growls. “Bend over and grab that bar with both of your hands.” I’m dazed, unsure what bar or what hands he’s speaking of. “Do it now,” he orders. He gently pushes me toward the back shower wall and I see the towel bar.

I grab the bar, and he immediately pushes my legs wider. He runs his hands up the backs of my thighs and over my bottom. He enters me quickly, without warning, and I cry out. I
am
sore. He pulls part of the way out. I’m panting so loudly the sound echoes off the tiled walls.

“Are you okay? You’re not too sore for this?” He leans over my back, and the movement pushes him further into me, causing me to groan loudly. “Answer me, Sofie,” he growls near my ear.

“I-I’m okay,” I gasp.

“Hold on and don’t let go,” he orders, grasping my hips. He buries himself in one smooth thrust. Before I have time to cry out, he’s withdrawn and slammed back into me—harder.
Oh!
He keeps up this relentless pounding as he increases the depth of his thrusts, and I feel the pressure building. He doesn’t falter as he maintains a steady rhythm, but his breathing becomes more pronounced, harsher. I feel every inch of his erection stroke my vaginal walls, creating an incredible friction. I grip the bar and arch my back, crying out at the sensation when it feels too deep. Lucas grips my hips harder and increases his speed, thrusting ruthlessly into me. Everything tightens deep inside me, and I start to quiver.
Oh, this is heaven.
As the feeling continues, it soon becomes too intense, and I emit a sound halfway between a moan and a sob.