Good God, what did he not remember?

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

So when do we get to the junk-kicking?

Good God, what did he not remember?

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.

Erin you' re dangerous." "Iknow.

Wait." "Stop?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Stop everything, or just go no further?" "Just...just no further." "Done." He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.