“Anmara,” he distracts me from my babbling.
“Hmm?”
“Did he take advantage of you?”
He amazes me with his questions every day. They sound so sweet, even though his voice tone is serious.
“No. All we did was by mutual agreement.”
“Good, then answer my next question: did he make you feel as good as I did?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.
“That is not the original question. What are you going to do if I say yes?” I lie, instigating him.
“If you ask me that, it means no. So I can just be happy and want you even more. To make you feel better than Marshall ever did, or, sorry, as he didn’t," he says, and I seriously start to think that I should’ve brought another pair of lingerie due to the wetness on this one.
“I just don’t want to take it easy with you. I lost too much time far from you to appear in your life and take it from the beginning. I don’t want to go on first dates as I already met your body. But I will give you some time to decide what you really want. Then, you will be treated like a princess," he says, making me laugh.
“What makes you think that I wanna be treated like a princess? We’re not in Bridgerton and, if I look down at me, I don’t even dress that elegantly.”
“Any girl wants to feelgood, whatever she wearsor not,” he winks at me, making me melt on the car seat.
“Marshall never talked to me this way,” I say out loud without thinking.
My eyes go big when my voice reaches my ears, and I take my gaze far from Lucas’s.
“As for how much you’re blushing, that was an inside thought, and you didn’t intend to get it out from that beautiful mouth of yours, but I will consider it as a compliment. When everything returns to normal, you will explain what you just told me, because if you do before all of it is over, it is possible that Marshall won’t live to see another day. We’ll have to run away and hide on the most remote island," he says with a smile on his face, while his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.
I’m too surprised by his words to talk, so I put an invisible lock on my lips and just nod.
However, I wouldn’t get upset to see Marshall lying in a million pieces at the bottom of the ocean, where he couldn’t hurt anybody anymore.
I would feel more relaxed.
?
The rest of the journey was quiet. Neither one of us spoke, even if the tension in the air was so thick you could only cut it with a sharp blade. I don’t know whether the sexual or emotional tension was stronger.
Both felt strong as hell.
Lucas stops the car in a motel’s parking lot, and it is so strange that it kinda feels like a kidnapping. One that continues to excite me.
I’m curious which one of us will give in first.
I get my answer when Lucas takes off his seatbelt and jumps at my lips, getting them in a kiss full of desire, even if he said he’ll wait for me to decide if I want him or not.
My mind is warning me to stay out of a relationship with a man who works for a crazy one and who could kill a person only by pressing a button, but my body is so attracted to Lucas that I let him mix his tongue with mine in a delicious dance.
I don’t know if it’s just a physical attraction or a long-forgotten emotional one. Probably a bit of both. The latter makes so little sense to my burned-out brain cells that I don’t know how to react further.
I feel like things are getting crazier, and I hurry to jump to a conclusion regarding Lucas. I don’t know whether to believehim or not when he tells me he won’t leave me this time. It’s extremely hard with my past full of shitty relationships and the emotional implications that nearly destroyed me.
Lucas gets away from my half-open lips and takes my face in his palms. He looks at me with a gaze that tells me to trust him, but also how passionate he’s about this small moment.
Only his eyes make me believe in him, and in his ability to solve anything, and in making me feel worshipped, like in the small moment we shared just a couple of days ago. The one where he handed me a small piece of his desire for me, helping me create an orgasm of rare beauty.
How Blake also…
Shut the fuck up!
