Chapter 39 A little Jealous

She wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in his skilled tongue as he stroked the flames to their passion. She barely got any air, his hands roamed her body, making her breathless as she desired more and more of him by the second.

His lips were soft but his heart was raging at a ferocious pace. She buried her hands in his soft hair and he cupped her ass.

She was pressed against him hard enough to be aware of every hard inch and she kissed him back with the same intensity.

But somewhere at the back of her mind, she knew this was getting out of hand. While her body yearned for him, she couldn't make things more complicated.

Slowly, she pushed him away, shutting her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. "We can't," she whispered. They were a contracted couple, who knew how long they would be together?

Sex was too dangerous. What if they made a mistake and a baby happened? It would be ridiculous to raise a child in a house with no love.

Lucas understood their situation but he couldn't r