the hot mug of tea from Lucie. He noticed how beautiful she looked in the candlelight. He kept telling himself that the fact that she’d let him in was a good sign, that he wasn’t too late. There was still hope.
“So,” Lucie dropped down beside him on the sofa but she kept her distance. “Dalton, what are you doing here?”
Taking a deep breath Dalton gazed deep into her eyes. “Lucie, I was wrong,” he admitted humbly. “When I told you that you would always come second to my fighting, to my career, I was wrong.”
He expected her to come tumbling into his arms, all her anger forgotten, but Lucie remained rigid on her side of the sofa, staring at him angrily.
“Lucie,” Dalton put down his mug, already missing the warmth it provided for his cold hands. But he needed to be vulnerable and honest. He needed to win Lucie back and the only way to do that was to show her his heart, all of it. Even the parts which he’d never revealed to anyone else before.
“I’m a fighter,” he explained. “It’s all I’ve ever known, all I’ve ever been good at. For so long being a fighter has defined me. But since meeting you I’ve…I’ve realized that there’s more to life than that. I’ve realized that you, Lucie, you’re the only thing worth fighting for. I love you.”
The three small words slipped easier from his tongue than he’d have ever thought possible. He’d never said them before. He’d not intended to say them to Lucie that night but they’d tumbled out of him, desperate to be heard.
He watched Lucie as a hand fluttered up to her throat and her eyes misted.
“Do you…do you mean that?” she wondered tentatively.
“Yes,” Dalton swiftly crossed the space between them and gripped her hands in his own. “I mean it, Lucie. I mean it more than anything.”
“How do I know that come tomorrow morning you won’t just be gone again?” Lucie feared.
“Because I promise that I won’t,” Dalton lifted one hand to gently cup her face. She leaned against his palm and he felt his pulse quicken. “When you wake up I’ll be right by your side, exactly where I belong.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Lucie’s. At first the kiss was sweet and tender but it quickly deepened. As he pushed his tongue against hers she leaned back on the sofa, positioning herself beneath him. Dalton groaned as he felt her pulling down his jogging bottoms.
“Oh Lucie,” he breathlessly called out her name as he felt her hands upon him. Her touch sent fireworks exploding throughout his body. He panted and groaned with delight as she slowly eased him back so that he was once again sitting on the sofa. She moved with such confidence that it was unbearably sexy.
When he was sitting on the sofa Lucie slowly removed the clothes she was wearing, elegantly stepping out of them. The soft glow of the candles highlighted her perfect curves and soft, delicate skin. Dalton was desperate to reach out and grab her, to press her against his body.
Slowly Lucie approached him, dropping to her knees. Dalton leaned his head back in blissful anticipation. When her mouth connected with his rock-hard arousal he had to strain not to climax too quickly. It felt amazing.
***
As she rolled away from Dalton Lucie was finally exhausted. They’d been making passionate love for the better part of an hour and had eventually ended up on her bed, with Dalton entering her from behind as they lay together in the spoon position. Lucie had lost count of the number of times she’d climaxed. While they’d been entwined together the storm had moved on to unleash its fury elsewhere. The night outside was calm and peaceful as Lucie lay panting in the darkness. Beside her she could hear Dalton’s breath slowing as he fell asleep.
For a while she lingered on the edge of sleep, not daring to close her eyes. A part of her feared that despite all that Dalton had
“So,” Lucie dropped down beside him on the sofa but she kept her distance. “Dalton, what are you doing here?”
Taking a deep breath Dalton gazed deep into her eyes. “Lucie, I was wrong,” he admitted humbly. “When I told you that you would always come second to my fighting, to my career, I was wrong.”
He expected her to come tumbling into his arms, all her anger forgotten, but Lucie remained rigid on her side of the sofa, staring at him angrily.
“Lucie,” Dalton put down his mug, already missing the warmth it provided for his cold hands. But he needed to be vulnerable and honest. He needed to win Lucie back and the only way to do that was to show her his heart, all of it. Even the parts which he’d never revealed to anyone else before.
“I’m a fighter,” he explained. “It’s all I’ve ever known, all I’ve ever been good at. For so long being a fighter has defined me. But since meeting you I’ve…I’ve realized that there’s more to life than that. I’ve realized that you, Lucie, you’re the only thing worth fighting for. I love you.”
The three small words slipped easier from his tongue than he’d have ever thought possible. He’d never said them before. He’d not intended to say them to Lucie that night but they’d tumbled out of him, desperate to be heard.
He watched Lucie as a hand fluttered up to her throat and her eyes misted.
“Do you…do you mean that?” she wondered tentatively.
“Yes,” Dalton swiftly crossed the space between them and gripped her hands in his own. “I mean it, Lucie. I mean it more than anything.”
“How do I know that come tomorrow morning you won’t just be gone again?” Lucie feared.
“Because I promise that I won’t,” Dalton lifted one hand to gently cup her face. She leaned against his palm and he felt his pulse quicken. “When you wake up I’ll be right by your side, exactly where I belong.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Lucie’s. At first the kiss was sweet and tender but it quickly deepened. As he pushed his tongue against hers she leaned back on the sofa, positioning herself beneath him. Dalton groaned as he felt her pulling down his jogging bottoms.
“Oh Lucie,” he breathlessly called out her name as he felt her hands upon him. Her touch sent fireworks exploding throughout his body. He panted and groaned with delight as she slowly eased him back so that he was once again sitting on the sofa. She moved with such confidence that it was unbearably sexy.
When he was sitting on the sofa Lucie slowly removed the clothes she was wearing, elegantly stepping out of them. The soft glow of the candles highlighted her perfect curves and soft, delicate skin. Dalton was desperate to reach out and grab her, to press her against his body.
Slowly Lucie approached him, dropping to her knees. Dalton leaned his head back in blissful anticipation. When her mouth connected with his rock-hard arousal he had to strain not to climax too quickly. It felt amazing.
***
As she rolled away from Dalton Lucie was finally exhausted. They’d been making passionate love for the better part of an hour and had eventually ended up on her bed, with Dalton entering her from behind as they lay together in the spoon position. Lucie had lost count of the number of times she’d climaxed. While they’d been entwined together the storm had moved on to unleash its fury elsewhere. The night outside was calm and peaceful as Lucie lay panting in the darkness. Beside her she could hear Dalton’s breath slowing as he fell asleep.
For a while she lingered on the edge of sleep, not daring to close her eyes. A part of her feared that despite all that Dalton had
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