Even though I knew he wasn’t being rude, I latched onto the chance to be angry instead of sad. Sitting up and scooting over, I glared at him. “I’m not scared.”
He ran his hand down his face and visibly counted to ten before reaching out and grabbing me. He dragged me back down next to him and smiled sweetly. “Did you feel anything for Mark when he kissed you? When he rubbed all over you?”
The questions threw me off. I frowned and shook my head. “Unless you count strong repulsion.”
“Do you feel things when I kiss you?” He stroked his thumb over my temple before pressing his lips there. “Do you feel things when I rub against you?”
I bit my lip as he ran his hands down my stomach and thighs. Nodding abruptly, I gave in. I was weak. “Yes, so much.”
“Did you feel things when Warren touched you?”
I nodded.
“Did you feel things when Andrew held you and touched you?”
I nodded again.
“But not when Mark touched you.” He watched me shake my head and pressed his lips just under my ear. “Seems like you don’t get off on just anyone touching you, Cupcake. Just us.”
I licked my lips and turned my body into his. “But three different men...”
“Who all want you desperately. Who want to take care of you and make you happy.” He shuddered. “Sitting at that table and listening to them say shit that I knew was hurting you killed me. There’s nothing wrong with you, Cupcake. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Are you just trying to get into my pants?”
He laughed and shrugged. “I mean. The thought had crossed my mind that I wanted into those flannel PJs, but I would be happy to just hold you. I’m not asking for anything.”
I curled into him and wrapped my arm over his stomach, resting my hand on his side. His skin was hot under my palm, and I sighed. It was so hard to remember why anything was wrong when I was so close to my personal heaven. Resting my head on his chest, I took in all his tattoos, tracing them with eyes hungry for more.
“You’re different than you were back then.”
Lucas ran his fingers through my hair and chuckled. “So are you. Just as beautiful, but all woman now.”
I smiled. “It’s the baking. I have to taste-test everything. Multiple times.”
“I heard Andrew sent you some treats this morning. Good?”
I stretched up to look at his face. “They were so good. Do you... Do you three get jealous of each other?”
He caressed my cheek and shook his head. “Not like that. We’re weird. I know we’re weird and it’s still weird to me.”
I laughed. “Tell me.”
“We’re like one person some days. We’ve been together for our entire existence and we like being together. We operate on the same thought most of the time. So, we don’t really get jealous of each other.” He shrugged. “Except for the rare occasion.”
Resting my upper half against him, I was overly aware of my breasts pushing into him, but I tried to ignore it. “What’s the rare occasion?”
He smiled. “Warren has been in you, has tasted you.”
My breath caught in my chest. Looking at him, I watched his eyes flick down to my mouth. Awareness blossomed until it was impossible to move through it. Trapped in the moment, I watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed, his neck a work of art with dark ink stretching across it.
“Stop looking at me like that, Cupcake.” Lucas’s voice was a growl as his eyes moved over my face, intense and hard.
“Like what?” I was breathless as I thought about what I wanted from him, what I was hoping he knew I wanted.
“Like you want me to throw you down and fuck you senseless. I’m trying to be a gentleman. I didn’t come here to take advantage of you.”
I licked my lips at the gravel in his voice, the promise of just what he said. “You were kind to comfort me.”
