The Last Husband (Forever Love #2)(54)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“Me too.” She inched towards me and I stared into her brown eyes.

“Did you know your eyes are hazel when the sun hits them at a certain light?”

“No.” Her voice was small.

“And your hair has red highlights. Or copper. Your hair shines like spun copper in the sun.” I laughed. “It’s a pity it’s not real copper, then you’d be really rich.”

“I knew, Zane.” Lucky burst out. “I knew and I’m sorry.”

I frowned at her, not understanding what she was saying. “You knew what?”

“When I called your mom and spoke to her …” Her voice cracked and she started crying. “I knew she didn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“You knew?” My voice was light; surprisingly her words didn’t stir any emotions in me.

“Are you mad?” She bit her lip and I saw the concern in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I can’t believe that just happened.”

“It’s okay.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. I felt my body warming as I touched her and she moved in closer to me.

“It’s not okay. Oh, Zane, I’m so sorry. I hate her. I really hate her.”

“It’s not your fault, Lucky.”

I could feel her heart beating next to mine and I pulled her in even closer to me. The closer she was, the more I felt myself relaxing and breathing, until all of a sudden, I felt like myself again. I closed my eyes and listened to our hearts beating together in harmony. It was as if her heart were breathing life back into mine. I held onto her and just breathed her in. She ran her hands through my hair and her mouth found mine. I kissed her back hard, wanting to feel and taste all of her in the most primal of ways. I pushed her flat on her back and rolled over on top of her. I reached down and pulled her t-shirt off and pulled her bra straps down so I could gain access to her br**sts easily. I bent my head down and suckled on her ni**les and I felt myself becoming even more aroused as she squirmed beneath me. She moaned as I bit down lightly on her and I kissed down her body, licking the inside of her belly button and pausing as I reached the top of her pants. I looked up at her before unbuttoning her jeans and she nodded slightly giving me the go-ahead. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, until they crunched up against her ankles. I quickly untied her shoes and pulled them off before pulling off her jeans completely. She sat up and pulled her bra off and I stared at her beautiful body as she lay in the grass with only her panties on. I pulled my t-shirt off, and quickly pulled off my shoes and pants so that I was only in my boxers.

“I don’t have a condom,” I muttered frustrated at myself.

“It’s okay.” She smiled up at me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She reached up and pulled me down towards her. “I want to do this. Here. Now. With you.”

I leaned forward and kissed her hard, running my hands down to her br**sts and cupping and caressing them. She ran her hands down my back and into my boxer shorts until she was squeezing my ass and I pushed my erection into her panties. She wrapped her legs around my waist and reached up and pushed me over so I was on my back and she was on top of me. Leaning forward her br**sts grazed my chest and she grinded herself back and forth on me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the desire coursing through me. I reached up and slipped two fingers into her panties, and her wetness made me gasp with lust and desire, as I felt how ready she was for me. Pushing her off of me and onto her back, I reached down and pulled her panties off. I buried my face in between her legs and her moans encouraged me as I explored her with my tongue. I grinned as she orgasmed on my tongue and I quickly kissed my way back up her body before entering her. She cried out and I moved slowly inside of her so that I could feel every delicate and sensitive part of her body against me. Every fiber of my being felt connected to Lucky. As our bodies became one, I felt the pleasure course through me, making me feel alive and free. I pushed into her deeper and harder wanting our two bodies to fuse together and melt into one. Lucky was a part of me, her very essence flowed through my veins. Her smile was part of my lips, her taste was a lingering sweetness on the tip of my tongue, her scent was in every inhale I took, and the tenderness of her voice was like music to my ears. My heart had felt like it had been broken and snatched away from my body this afternoon after my mother’s rejection, but as I made love to Lucky, I realized it had only been a small fracture. And I knew I would get over it. I knew it as well as I knew the exact color of Lucky’s eyes and the way she smiled and giggled when she was nervous. As long as I had Lucky, I would never be or feel alone.

“Don’t stop, Zane.” Lucky’s raspy voice turned me on even more and she scratched my back as I went faster and faster before collapsing to the side of her. We laid there staring at each other, grinning like idiots, and she reached over and ran her fingers down my chest.

“You are one good lover, Zane Beaumont.”

“Finally,” I grinned. “I finally got you to admit it.”

***

“So, what did you think?” I looked at Lucky’s face to see if she had enjoyed our trip to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

“Honestly, I was a little underwhelmed.” She made a face. “That was a long wait to get up there and then we could barely see anything.”

“It is a pretty nasty day.” I grimaced up at the sky. “Rain and overcast doesn’t do the city of Paris justice.”

“I’m just glad I live in Los Angeles, I mean Miami.” Lucky laughed. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.” I took hold of her hand and we walked together past all the other tourists. “Thanks for being you.” I looked at her face, and all I could think about was how much unconditional love she had given me.

“Thanks for being you, too.” She paused and stopped to look at a young boy who was painting the Eiffel Tower. “Hello.” She smiled at him and he grinned up at us.

“Hello.” He continued painting and we stood and watched him for a few minutes. “Are you American as well?”

“Yes, we are.” She smiled down at him. “I love your painting.”

“I’m painting the Eiffel Tower.”

“It looks wonderful,” Lucky beamed at him. “You’re very talented.”

“Thank you.” He pointed to a lady sitting on a chair a few yards away. “That’s my mom.”