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pleasure was instant and intense.
    Ivy let out a cry as she began to climax. Her fingernails dug into his back and she threw her head back. As she trembled underneath him, Lucas let himself go as well. She felt him contract within her. The knowledge that he was feeling as she was made her pleasure all the more intense.
    They held each other, their breathing ragged, for many moments after they came.
    Lucas rolled off of her, collapsing onto the bed. Ivy turned to her side and looked at him. His eyes were shut, a smile playing at his lips. They had been so eager earlier that she hadn’t had the chance to survey him properly.
    She traced a finger down the jungle cat tattoo, feeling the tautness of his chest and abdomen. The sheets were caught around his hips.
    He opened his eyes and looked back at her. “Can you stay?” he asked quietly.
    Ivy blinked. She hadn’t expected that. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll stay.”
    Lucas leaned in, kissed her lips, and then lay back down, shutting his eyes again.
    Soon his breath became even and slow. He was sleeping. Lily stayed snuggled on her side next to him, watching the moon through the window opposite the bed.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    When Ivy woke up, Lucas wasn’t next to her.
    She sat up groggily, looking around his room. It was as empty as the night before.
    “Lucas?”
    “I’m out here,” he called from what Ivy assumed to be the living room.
    She took his t-shirt of the floor where he had left it the night before and put it on. Apparently his torso wasn’t much bigger than hers –though the shirt was tight in the chest area. The shirt wasn’t quite long enough for her to feel comfortable. She picked up her lace panties, barely worn, from the floor and slipped them on. There. Now he’d have to notice them.
    In his t-shirt and her favorite panties, she left the room and followed the sound of a machine down the hall to the living room.
    Lucas was jogging on a treadmill. He wore shorts and his skin was slicked with sweat.
    “How long have you been up?”
    He slowed down the machine to a walking pace. “About half an hour. I thought I’d get my run out of the way while you slept.”
    Ivy glanced around the living room. It was about as bare as his bedroom. There was a generic sofa, a generic coffee table, a few generic books on a generic shelf, and an array of exercise materials including weights that she was pretty sure had numbers on them that rivaled her own weight.
    “Do you run every morning?
      He nodded and stepped off the machine. He took a drink from a water bottle. The morning sun through his living room window shone on his body, highlighting every lithe, toned muscle. Ivy savored in the memory of how that body had felt under her caress the night before.
    “You look… sexy.” Her heart beat faster at his words. He walked to her and kissed her on the forehead. Ivy was a bit embarrassed to admit to herself that she loved the musky smell of him after a run. He smelled strong. “Do you want breakfast? Coffee?”
    “Yes, please.”
    Lucas walked through an open doorway to a small kitchen with a linoleum floor. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. A tiny round table sat by the kitchen window. Ivy sat in one of the two little plastic chairs by the table.
    “I can make eggs, and toast, and sausage… I’m not sure about bacon, I usually burn it so I might not want to try right now.”
    Ivy looked up at him, smiling as he opened the fridge. He looked back at her. “What are you in the mood for?”
    Ivy just smiled. She had been afraid of him last night, for a moment. She couldn’t believe that. Here he was, sweetly offering to make her breakfast. So what if he didn’t like talking about himself. That was normal when you first met someone.
    Lucas was absolutely perfect.
    Except that tattoo. That tattoo still freaked her out a little.
    Seeing her just smiling at him, he leaned past the fridge door and kissed her. His lips were warm and slightly