“Glad you’re finally here.” Lucas gave me a big smile and a kiss on the cheek as he led me inside. The tight black T-shirt and ripped jeans he wore didn’t help my cause.
This was the first time I’d ever been to Lucas’s apartment. Taking a quick look around, it was a typical bachelor pad with his oversized TV and plain walls—not that I’d been to any other single man’s apartment to know for sure. I was about to ask where we were going when the smell of garlic and roasted tomatoes invaded my senses.
“You’re cooking dinner?”
Lucas laughed. “Don’t look so surprised. I have an Italian mother; of course, I can cook. I figured you had a stressful week and have nowhere to be tonight; we could have a nice dinner here. Everything is almost done. Take your jacket off and have a seat. Want some wine?”
Shit, this is not good. I can’t leave now after he went to all this trouble. I’ll just eat and then go home—piece of cake.
“Wine would be great, thank you.” My nerves were completely shot. I had to make sure to drink just enough to be relaxed, not uninhibited.
I sat in his small dining room as Lucas finished cooking, chatting about nothing like we usually did. We continued small talk during dinner, but the wine had no effect on me. I was just as jumpy as when I walked through the door.
Our fingers touched as we cleared the dishes together. His kitchen was so small, our bodies brushed up against each other with every move we made. My body involuntarily gravitated toward him, and it was only a matter of time before I wasn’t able to resist the pull we had.
“I should go, Lucas. Thank you for a great dinner.” I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack by the door. As I tried to put it on, Lucas caught my arm to stop me.
“What’s the rush? We only just ate. You don’t have to be home by a certain time, right?”Of course, he wouldn’t make it easy to leave.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” The more time we spent alone in this apartment, the more dangerous it became.
“Lucas, I’m married. I shouldn’t be here. We’re getting way too close.” I shook my head and put on my jacket again. I needed to get out of there.
Lucas turned away from me. He let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. I was taken aback by the scowl on his gorgeous face.
“Yes. I know that.” He sounded disgusted, like acknowledging the fact left a bad taste in his mouth. “Believe me, I know you’re married. Tohim. He doesn’t deserve you.” Lucas usually did a good job hiding his feelings about Marc, but I supposed he’d reached his breaking point.
I let out a long sigh and glanced up at the ceiling as I tried to find the right words to say.Yes, he was going to make this as difficult as possible to walk out the door.
“Lucas, it’s not that simple—”
“I know I’m not supposed to think about you all day long. I know I’m not supposed to want to talk to you every minute of the day or touch you or kiss you. But, fuck—” Lucas closed the space between us and grabbed me by the nape of my neck, pulling me toward him. “That’s all I ever want to do, Sam.” Our faces were close enough that our lips were almost touching.
From the hungry look in his eyes, I thought he was going to kiss me hard, but he was gentle. A light kiss at first, gentle pecks on my lips, very soft but lingering longer each time his lips touched mine. His hand slid from my neck to the small of my back as he pulled me closer. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I realized I was about to completely give in. As soon as it seemed the kiss was about to get deeper, he pulled back. His eyes were shut tight as if he were fighting with himself to pull away. He rested his forehead against mine.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop kissing you, and I will.”
C’mon Samantha, push him away and leave.Do the right thing.
How many times had I dreamed about this moment? The Lucas in front of me was real, warm, and hard—and willing to step away. Instead, I pulled him closer, taking his bottom lip between my lips and sucking on it—letting it go with a little pop. It was like I always imagined his lips would taste—soft and sweet. I let my tongue dart out and licked the seam of his lips. There was no way I could will myself to leave. He tasted delicious, and I wanted more.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He crashed his lips onto mine, finally kissing me hard with a passion and hunger I’d never experienced before. Lucas grabbed me by the hips and pulled me toward him. I loved feeling how much he wanted me.
In my past experience, the longer you wanted something, the more disappointing it was when you finally got it. It’s never as good as what you’d built it up to be in your head. Lucas was the exception to the rule. After all those years I’d spent crushing on him, and full-out lusting in recent months, kissing him was mind-blowing. It was better than I ever could have imagined.
Lucas let out a groan and pulled back. He took my face in his hands, looking at me like he didn’t believe I wasn’t saying no.
“You’re sure?” I didn’t know if it was a statement or a question.
“The only thing I’m sure of is I don’t want you to stop.Please, Lucas.” I begged against his lips. Lucas kissed his way down my neck and across my collarbone. His lips—hot, wet, and oh so damn skilled—made my entire body tremble.
“Do you know how much I want you?” Lucas whispered in my ear. “How long I’ve waited to touch you like this?” Lucas’s hand traveled up my thigh and dipped inside my panties. I tried to push my legs together to relieve the throbbing, but his hand pulled them apart.
“Tell me what you want, baby—my fingers, my mouth, or both? I bet you taste so fucking good.”
His thumb found its way to my clit, as he made light little circles. I lifted my arms around his neck and held on tight for fear of my knees giving out. As he pushed two fingers inside me, I went limp in his arms. Just being close to Lucas made my body temperature rise; Lucas touching me was almost too much to handle. His hands were as good as his lips, and I wanted both on me—everywhere.
As he picked up the pace, my insides clenched and my legs went rigid. I whimpered at the unexpected loss when he took away his fingers and stopped kissing me.
