So much for feminism.
The more important question at hand was I willing to be that type of woman for him? The one who could leave emotions to the side and indulge in her desires without thinking beyond the moment? Could I be a woman who thought less about the heart and more with the…uh…vagina?
“But I hope, just this once, you can be a little bad. What do you think?”
What did I think?
I couldn’t think!
His lips tasted like salt and something sweet. He smelled incredible. And his hands while only touching my face might as well be touching me everywhere.
I felt the tip of his tongue glide along the curve of my jaw. I never thought someone licking me would turn me on. Because, yuck, it’s saliva, but damn, Lucas worked it.
“So how about it, Morgan?” he murmured, his breath hot on my skin. “Maybe for tonight we can be different people.”
“By different you mean you want the type who will give you the goods, no questions asked? Just so we’re clear,” I deadpanned, raising my eyebrows.
“Not becauseIwant you to. But becauseyouwant to.” Lucas grinned. And then he kissed me. Really kissed me. Not on my neck. No spit trail along my collarbone. A soft, lingering kiss that was meant to make my knees weak.
And it worked.
Stupid man.
Stupid,hotman.
“Wow, how selfless of you,” I muttered.
His hand curled around the back of my neck, his fingers burrowing in my wet hair. He kissed me again. One kiss. Two kisses. Light and heady.
“No love, this is as much for me as it is for you,” he assured me. “Selflessness has nothing to do with any of it.”
“At least you’re being honest,” I mused. “You’re incredibly full of yourself, you know.”
“You can be full of me too,” he chuckled, his teeth nipping at my ear.
“That was just awful, Lucas. Seriously,” I groaned. I was turning into jelly. Wobbly, wet jelly. It was ridiculous. I pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes. I needed a read on what he was thinking.
His blue eyes were unfocused. His breathing labored. I could see his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. “This is a bad idea,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.
He grinned. A sexy smile that made my insides twitch and quiver.
“No it’s not.” He took my hands and wrapped them around his neck. “This is exactly the right idea.” He lifted me up and settled me in his lap, straddling him.
I couldn’t help but grind against him. Anything to relieve the pressure that was building. And building.
“Fucking hell, Morgan,” Lucas groaned and it was my turn to grin like crazy.
“So are we going to—?” I started to say but I didn’t get a chance to finish my question.
“Just shut up already,” he muttered before grabbing my face and pressing his mouth against mine.
“Maybe I don’t want to shut up,” I argued as his hand slid up my shirt to cup my breast. I wiggled against him, my legs tightening around his waist. We groaned in tandem.
“This is going to go really fast if you do things like that,” he warned, squeezing my boob, his thumb circling my nipple.
“Like what?” I asked, unzipping his jeans and reaching just one finger inside to touch him. My eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You’re a tease,” he growled.
