“I really didn’t mean to scare you,” I said, moving my hands to rub soothing circles on her back.
Aimee inhaled a deep breath and then pushed back, her hands moving to my sides. Tears glistened in her eyes, and fuck, I felt like shit. I brought one hand up and wiped my thumb under her eye.
“I wanted to pull you in here and kiss you absolutely senseless before we hit the slopes.”
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and I saw the color of her eyes deepen with desire, her hands fisting in the fabric at my sides.
“Then do it,” she said, wiping a rogue tear.
I reached over and hit the emergency stop button, and then I was tilting her head, pulling her to her tiptoes before claiming her mouth with mine.
CHAPTER 22
aimee
Pulsing,aching need filled parts of my body while Lukas kissed me. Pressed against the wall, trapped against his body, and his thigh finding its way between mine, I whimpered.
He took that as a cue to devour me further.
I could still feel the sharp sting of him slapping my ass earlier, and it added to the heady lust I was currently feeling. I hadn’t been aware of just how much I liked having my ass smacked, until Lukas had done it. And if I were being really honest, I’d been hot and bothered ever since—especially after he’d trapped me on the bed, hovering over me. He pressed his thigh harder, and my hips bucked.
I felt him grin against my lips, before his tongue was delving deep, tasting every part of me. His hands were on my face, then tangling in my hair, angling my head back—in whatever position that gave him the best access. My arms moved from his sides, and up his back. He shivered and it was his turn to moan, and press closer.
I was on my tiptoes, hips bucking ever so slightly, unable to move much with how I was positioned. I moved my arms, winding them over his shoulders, around his neck, and lightly scraping my nails over his scalp as my fingers tangled in his hair.
Fuck.
He invaded. Tasting, licking, consuming. I felt his hands pushing at the fabric of my shirt, until I felt his warm palms on my skin.
God.
This was insane—I barely knew him.
I shouldn’t like him like this.
I shouldn’t be letting him kiss me like this.
I shouldn’t be fantasizing about him, how he could make me feel, and what it would be like to wake up in his arms.
My therapist would say that I was making him a crutch—an easy way to deal with the blow of the news about Asher’s infidelity.
And maybe she’d be right, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop.
Lukas broke the kiss and I whimpered, until his lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck, behind my ear. I tilted my head back and to the side to give him better access. I felt his hands move from my back to the back of my thighs.
For a brief moment, he stopped his delicious torture. He bent down and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he nibbled, licked and sucked on my neck, my jaw, sweeping back up to my lips and back down again.
My body was on fire, and the leggings didn’t provide much of a barrier. He was firm and solid wherever my body touched his, and I wanted him closer. I tugged his hair, and he groaned against my neck and I gasped. His fingers gripped my thighs and it was a dangerous feeling.
“Kiss me,” I breathed, and his mouth crashed into mine.
I was trapped between him and the elevator wall and that’s all that mattered. I was lost in the feeling of him, breathless and wanting, when a voice crackled into being.
“Do you need assistance?”
Lukas pulled back and my head fell against the wall. Both our chests were heaving. He grinned at me, and then without dropping me, reached over and released the emergency stop. The elevator whirred back to life, and after one more searing kiss, he let me down. My legs trembled and his grin just got bigger.
He quickly picked up my phone and my jacket, and the doors opened just as he grabbed my hand and walked out of the elevator. I looked back and I could still see us pressed there, and my whole face flushed scarlet. I picked up my pace, and tucked myself against him.
