“I’m just not.”
“Is it because I’m a white guy?”
Bella's eyes widened at Lucas’ bold assumption. She stood from the table in feigned offense. But Lucas knew very well that she wasn’t offended. She wasnervous. He stood and walked around the island, closing in on her before she could flee the kitchen. He knew that he was invading her personal space, but that was the point. He heard her breath hitch. Her chest was heaving, and he could practically see her heart pounding behind the snug T-shirt. Bella was anything but uninterested. Her erect nipples alone told Lucas so.
Lucas, no longer restraining himself, did what he’d wanted to do ever since he’d laid eyes on her. He slipped his fingers through the dark tresses of her hair, pressed his fingers to her scalp and guided her head until she was looking him in the eye. He placed his lips within an inch of hers and asked, “Why do you lie? Is it an attempt to deceive me or you?”
Bella’s lips quivered as if she were attempting to speak, but Lucas wasn’t about to allow her to rebuff his advances. She would erase the progress that he felt he had made. Before she could utter a single word, Lucas pushed his lips to hers. He placed his hand on the small of her back as the other massaged her scalp. Bella parted her lips, allowing him entry. Her lips were soft. And,goddamn, her softness melted against his hardness. Her kiss was sweet indeed but filled with a hint of desperation. Bella Devereaux needed to be fucked like there was no tomorrow. There was a hunger in her that needed to be fed. Her entire body longed to be worshiped. And Lucas was just the man for that job. He would be sure to manage every inch of her inside and out, from head to toe.
Bella clutched his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, sending radiant vibrations directly to his throbbing cock. Lucas was painfully erect, and all he could think about was being balls-deep in Bella’s heat. He gripped her by the ass and pulled her into his hard-on. She needed to know what she was doing to him. He could feel her heartbeat and he knew that if he could feel hers, she could feel his racing heart too. Lucas was all too ready to toss her on the counter and lick her sweet pussy until she begged for his cock. And he had decided that he was going to do just that, but the sound of the refrigerator opening caused Bella to freeze.
Fuck!
Bella ripped her lips from his, and Lucas had never felt such loss. They turned toward the noise.
Rosemary was standing in front of the fridge holding a pitcher of orange juice, donning a Cheshire cat grin. “Good morning,” she recited in a sugary tone.
Bella’s entire demeanor changed. She stepped out of Lucas’ hold and rubbed her clothes roughly as if she were trying to wipe him away. Lucas turned back to Rosemary. If his eyes were bullets, she’d be fucking dead.
“You’re outta here,” Lucas informed.
“Don’t be silly,” Rosemary chucked. “You know I have nowhere else to go.”
“I don’t care,” Lucas barked.
“She’s right. Besides, I need her to stay close. She’s the only witness I have.”
Lucas growled and left the kitchen. He needed desperately to adjust his cock, which was stretching the fuck out of his slacks. He would have his time with Bella. And the next time, there would be no interruptions.
