Lucas ran his hands up my sweater, his fingers cold against my skin. “Why don’t you take this off first. I can’t get a sense of things unless you’re naked.” He had kissed the hollow of my throat and I turned to Jell-O.
“We don’t have time—” I had started to say but Lucas had already taken off his shirt and was unzipping his pants.
“We always have time for this,” he argued.
Then his hands were on my breasts and his mouth was on mine and I forgot about what I was going to wear.
And when he bent me over the couch and entered me from behind, I didn’t care about whether I was as pretty as the other wives and girlfriends because all that mattered was that Lucas wantedme.
And from the way he made me scream, that was a lot.
“Morgan, hang on a second,” Lucas grabbed my hand and pulled me back from Craig’s front door.
“What is it?” I asked. Lucas seemed tense now that we were here. Something was bothering him.
“It’s about Marla. She’ll try to say things to cause issues. She’ll make insinuations. She’s completely inappropriate and I don’t want you to think that there’s anything to the stuff she says.” Lucas was rambling. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?
I frowned. “What sort of stuff would she say, Lucas?”
Lucas opened his mouth but then the door opened. I recognized Marla right away. She was wearing a skirt that barely covered her lady bits and a tight fitting blouse that left no room for the imagination. Her red hair was piled high on top of her head. She looked stunning.
“There you are. I thought I saw the two of you out here. You’re late, Luke,” she scolded, looping her arm with his and pulling him into the house. He held onto my hand, dragging me along with him.
I had the most overwhelming desire to hightail it out of there. Marla barely spared me a glance as she led Lucas down the hallway. She held Lucas’ arm in an almost territorial grip. What was her deal? I thought she was married.
“Everyone’s already sitting in the dining room. You missed cocktails,” Marla was saying. I was too busy staring at her house. It was huge of course, but it looked like a fashion magazine threw up everywhere. It was trying to be stylish but failing miserably. It was the home of someone with no real sense of individual taste. It was trying too hard.
Just like Marla and her tiny, tiny skirt and bright red nails fixed to Lucas’ arm.
“Can you let go of my arm, Marla,” Lucas said with betraying calm.
“I’m so sorry. I’m holding you too tight. I just can’t help myself,” Marla giggled finally taking her hands off my man.
That’s right. He wasmyman.
Lucas put his arm around my waist and leaned down to kiss me. I turned into him and kissed him harder than he expected.
Perhaps I was making a point.
Yeah. I was definitely making a point.
I was letting Marla big boobs Denham know who this man belonged to.
I swept my tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss, my arms going up around his neck. I went up on my tiptoes and pressed myself against the length of him. I moaned softly and he held me tighter.
Finally I broke away, both of us slightly dazed.
“Wow, that was nice,” Lucas smirked.
I licked my lips and smiled. Then I turned back to Marla who looked as though she had sucked on a lemon. “So sorry, sometimes we get a little carried away.” I took Lucas’ hand. “Carry on.”
I was being petty and jealous and slightly ridiculous. But I couldn’t help it. Women like Marla brought out the catty bitch in me.
Marla turned on her heel and flounced off down the long, cavernous hallway.
“I think you made your point, love,” Lucas chuckled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then I laughed. I wasn’t fooling him in the slightest.
