I jolted as I felt his legs clamp around mine under the table, and he leaned forward, my hand still clutched in his on top of the table.
“You make good points, Miss. Bryant.”
My breath caught.
“Do other’s perceptions bother you?”
I glanced around, wondering if anyone else was noticing the dark but sexy energy radiating off Lukas. And just like that, the throbbing was back. I bit back a groan.
“No,” I breathed.
God, my therapist was going to have a field day when I finally talked to her. But I let Lukas’ gaze search my face and zero in on my lips as I lifted a fry to them.
“You kill me,” he rasped.
Now, it was my turn to grin.
CHAPTER 23
lukas
Turns out,snow pants were really good at hiding the fact that I’d been rock hard for hours. I leaned against the tiled wall of the shower and gripped my cock in my hands. I was too damn sensitive.
I groaned.
Aimee was going to fucking kill me at this rate. I started pumping slowly, trying to make it last, trying to imagine it was her touching me.
I hadn’t lied to her. Her being a virgin hadn’t changed anything or altered my feelings about her, but it did make me alter my plans. I couldn’t just dive right in like I’d wanted to—like I had the feeling she’d love. The first time couldn’t be rough and heated fucking. I needed to worship her first, and only when she was ready.
I gripped the head of my cock and rotated my wrist, and I bit back a curse. I pumped hard and fast, imagining Aimee on her knees with her big eyes staring up at me
Oh, fuck.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I came hard. Ignoring the ache had been beyond difficult all day, and I kept making it worse.Stealing kisses, making comments about plans, just falling for her more and more.
I was fucked.
She was right to be a little wary, I could see it in her face when she didn’t think anyone was paying attention. More than once today she’d been lost in her own thoughts. I couldn’t blame her.
In all the years I’d carted Zara around to follow the great Aimee Bryant, anyone would look at me and wonder if I was a creep, or if Aimee was moving too fast. I’d already crossed so many lines with her and we needed to have a talk, set rules, lines, boundaries. As much as I wanted to throw her into my bed and fulfill my promises, she would have to be the one to set the rules, we’d go at her pace.
But getting to know the real her today? How we’d been at the same school, I knew her brother, but never really put two and two together—maybe our paths would have crossed sooner. But she’d told Oriont that she didn’t want to be known as his little sister on campus, and Orion hadn’t advertised their connection. Had we met back then? Maybe things would be different.
I pressed my forehead harder against the wall and let the hot water run down my back. The way she’d been embarrassed about being a virgin, the flush that had risen to her neck and cheeks, the way she didn’t want to look at me, wanted me to ignore it.
Someone had made her feel like shit about it. They’d probably given her loads of crap and had made some terrible remarks. I could only imagine who, and it made me even more mad on her behalf. And I wonderedwhy. For what? On-ice chemistry? It couldn’t have just been for the Olympics right? There is no way he could have conned her and everyone for that long?
I pushed myself away from the wall and raised my face towards the shower head. I could see her goofy grin as she told me she was a pro, that she’d beat me to the bottom. I’d nearly let her, but I loved how she pushed out her lower lip into a pout and crossed her arms over her chest.
In those moments before I snuck ahead of her and beat her to the bottom—she shone when she was happy, and it was such a drastic change from the girl I saw the first day at the Lodge. I’d seen parts of her when she’d been out on the ice with Zara, but I’d quickly crushed those rays of light. Like an idiot, I was lucky she wanted to even be near me.
The days following had been terrible, and the way she’d just shut down outside. But today, sitting across from her, watching her wiggle in her seat as she enjoyed her food, the way her eyes would go a bit cross-eyed and wide as I moved in to swipe the whipped cream off her nose. The way they heated as I licked and sucked, andfuck.
Blood rushed back to my cock. This time I closed my eyes, leaned back against the tile and worked it fast and rough. I felt the building release as hot tingles shot down my spine before I groaned, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks.
I let out a shaky breath and quickly finished my shower. I’d told Zara we’d get dinner, and it had to be almost time.
“So…”She hedged.
