Lucas by Leigh Loveday

Author:Leigh Loveday [Loveday, Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

Wren

The butterflies that have been flitting around in my tummy all night every time Lucas looks at me suddenly take flight and flutter behind my sternum when he suggests strip 8-ball.

I stare at him, my core suddenly thrumming, nipples pebbled under my kimono, and bite my bottom lip. I’ve noticed him noticing when I do that, and tonight is no exception. I can feel the blush rising up my neck and painting its presence on my cheeks.

I can’t pretend anymore that there’s nothing between us. After he came to my rescue that first night, I barely stopped thinking about him until he showed up the next morning in his Porsche. And now, thanks to him, my days are spent in the most idyllic little cottage, and the moments when I’m not actively writing are spent gazing out of the window, wondering where he is, what time he’ll be home, if he’ll look up at my window and wave.

Despite the fact that he’s gone out of his way to come and check on me whenever I’ve seen him in passing, and the fact that I’m sure he’s occasionally found himself on his porch on purpose when I’m near the window, and the way he’s looking at me with hunger in his eyes, I still find it hard to believe. Hard to believe that a handsome, smart, filthy rich man fifteen years older than me could be interested in a curvy girl who hasn’t even had a proper job yet. Not that I ever want what most people would call a proper job, but you know what I mean.

I feel nervous energy ripple up my spine and tingle all over the back of my head when I realize what I’m about to say, but I still don’t stop myself.

“Or we could just strip,” I say. My throat is tight so it comes out as a strangled sort of whisper.

Lucas doesn’t seem to notice.

He is on my in a heartbeat, his lips crashing into mine as his hand wraps around the beer bottle in mine and pulls it free from my grip.

“I was hoping you’d say that, little bird,” he says, and the way he instantly takes charge is a siren song to some lascivious, primal part of me I never knew existed.

His lips are soft but demanding, and I suddenly understand how it’s possible to “lead” a dance in a way I never have before. He places his hands under my ass and lifts me so I can perch on the end of the table. My legs automatically open and he moves forward between them, holding the back of my neck and kissing me deeply, his other hand exploring my body as though he’s been waiting for me his whole life.

I can feel his breath hot beside my ear. He slides his hand up my thigh, his thumb running up and down, tantalisingly close to my panties.

“I’ll never let you go if we do this,” he whispers. I can hear the strain in his voice, like he’s expending all his effort to restrain himself.

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