And I don’t know if one of the main characters in one of Eloise’s spicy romances possessed me, but I reached out with my foot and pressed into his crotch, rubbing ever so slightly. Lukas gripped my ankle with another hiss and stood up.
I pouted.
“Aimee,” he said.
His voice was a mix between being steeped with longing and exasperation.
“You’re killing me—public indecency be damned, that is not how our first time is going to go.”
And then it dawned on me that Lukas had just gotten me off on a couch, in the very public lounge in The Lodge. Granted it was late, had to be past midnight, but there was no way this place didn’t have security cameras around.
I squeaked and rolled over, hiding my face feeling utterly mortified. The heady lustful feelings had been replaced with panic and embarrassment. I felt Lukas’s hands on my back.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
I rolled over to his arms open and waiting and I latched on, wrapping myself around him, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder. I felt his breath near my ear.
“I loved making you come,” he said, and I shivered, my legs tightening automatically around his waist. “The little sounds youmade, the moans of pleasure…” His hands tightened on my ass and pressed me closer to him. “The way you felt around my fingers…the way you tasted,” he inhaled deeply. “The smell of whatever vanilla based fragrance you use—it drives me crazy.”
It was funny how our brains seemed to be the same—or on the same wavelength. Because the way he smelled of cinnamon and spices—it was intoxicating, and calming and it made me feel warm and safe.
It wasn’t long before Lukas was depositing me on my bed in a liquid heap.
Eloise eyed us both with a sleepy, but knowing smirk. She knew me too well, and it was starting to be a problem. Heat bloomed in my cheeks because she knew something went down, and that paired with the cameras that had to have been watching us. Lukas leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my lips.
“Good night, Aimee,” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes and all I wanted was to pull him into my bed with me, but that was definitely moving too fast and the brakes definitely needed to be pumped.
“Night Lucy,” I whispered back.
Grinning, he pressed another kiss to my lips before standing up, leaving my slippers on the floor by my bed.
“Night Eloise,” he said—not so quietly.
“Get fucked Lukas, it’s 2:30 in the morning,” she grumbled.
I giggled and Lukas shot me a look and I had to press my legs together to try and ease the heat and pounding that bloomed there.
It was his turn to smirk and he left the room with a click of the door.
“Eloise…’
“I want all the dirty details in the morning. Right now, your ass better go to sleep and stay asleep because I need sleep.”
It didn’t take long for my best friend to drift back off, but I laid there replaying the evening, replaying the feeling of his hands, the way his body felt against mine, how his lips felt trailing down my neck, and just hovering there with little licks and kisses.
CHAPTER 25
lukas
Who knewit was possible for one’s hand to get so sore.
CHAPTER 26
aimee
I rolled over in bed,trying to ignore the light seeping into the room from the cracks between the curtains. I tried to draw my blankets higher, but I was met with resistance. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, attempting to hold onto sleep.
