Or my tongue.
Jesus, I needed to get a handle on my sex-starved alter ego. She was becoming a trollop.
“Lucas, this is Morgan, she won that contest at halftime so she gets to meet everyone,” Fred explained.
“Good job, Morgan,” Lucas smirked. “I didn’t realize you were a closet football player.” He glanced at Fred; “I’ve got it from here. I’ll make sure Morgan gets the tour.”
Fred narrowed his eyes and looked from me to Lucas. “Lucas, you have an interview in twenty minutes. I don’t think Jack would —”
“Jack can suck my ball sack. Like I said, I’ll show her around and I’ll be at the fucking interview,” he snapped. He cupped my elbow and turned me away. He looked down at me, his smile becoming brittle.
“Um, hi,” I muttered, not sure what to say.
“Hi,” he said back, his blue eyes becoming flinty. Clearly he wasn’t over whatever had pissed him off earlier.
“You did great out there,” I said, floundering for something to say. Then I lightly punched him on the arm. “Way to go,” I added, since it was obvious I hadn’t acted like enough of a fool.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “You came with a man,” he stated coldly, his fingers still wrapped around my arm.
I stuck my chin out and tried to stand up as straight as possible.
“Yeah, I did. What of it?” I pulled away from him.
“That’s not okay,” he whispered, his mouth hovering near my ear. “Fucking hell that shit isn’t on, Morgan. You can’t come to my match to see me and then bring some other bloke. I can’t be responsible for how I’ll react to that kind of thing.”
“Who said I was here to see you,” I snapped. His attitude annoyed me. And it excited me.
I prided myself on being a liberal kind of woman. I was empowered and able to take care of myself. I didn’t subscribe to the outdated notion that a man had to take control to be attractive
But damn if Lucas’ alpha tendencies didn’t get me going.
And I sort of hated myself for it. In between imagining him naked.
His thumb traced lazy circles on the sensitive flesh of my arm. “You didn’t dress like this for him did you?” His eyes ran the length of my body and I felt as if he had touched me everywhere.
The man was walking, talking sex without even trying. It was no wonder women threw themselves at him.
“Maybe I did,” I challenged. Lucas’ eyes flashed. They smoldered. He pulled me close. We were pressed against each other and I cast a quick look around, hoping no one was paying us any attention.
“Back off, Lucas,” I warned.
“You can’t come to my match and bring another man. Where is he?”
I swallowed thickly, getting turned on in spite of myself. “He’s still up in the members’ room. He wasn’t allowed to come down here with me.” I sounded all breathy. Ugh.
Lucas gave me a wolfish smile. Like he was getting ready to blow my door down. “Get rid of him. Ditch the nob. Don’t make me do it for you.”
We were close. So close. I could feel his heart beat pounding in his chest beneath my hand. His lips were inches from mine. I thought about grabbing him by the back of the neck, holding him completely still, and ravaging that mouth. Making it mine.
I was having a hard time staying upright. The effort to maintain my control was wearing me down.
God, I wanted him. I was attracted to him on a level I had never experienced before.
I glanced over his shoulder and noticed a woman standing just outside the door of the dressing room. She was noticeable mostly because of her bright red hair and the incredibly revealing outfit she was wearing. And I had thought my skirt and heels were ridiculous. Her tight fitting dress barely covered her ass. And her boobs were practically spilling out of the top. There was no way they were real. If they were I’d eat my purse.
She was speaking to several people but her eyes were on us.
And she looked angry.
