Resist by K. M. Golland

Author:K. M. Golland [Golland, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Golland Family Pty Ltd
Published: 2019-01-19T18:30:00+00:00

“Honestly, I’m quite capable of getting to my room safely,” I said to Lucas as I swiped my room key through the lock.

“I know you are.”

“Then why are you still here, fussing over me?”

“Because I care.”

I pushed on the door with my knee, but he leaned over my shoulder and held it open for me. “Look …” I sighed, turning to face him. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine—”

Lucas’s lips stole the rest of my words, his soft kiss, warm and comforting. I stumbled back against the door and raised my hands to his face, my crutches falling to the ground beside me. Lucas placed a hand on my hip, the other on the side of my face, and pressed his body into mine, holding me firm against the door.

I’d had every intention to send him on his way as soon as I was safe inside my room, but his hands, lips, mouth, tongue … surely I could stand them for a little while longer.

“I … I have to make—”

Kiss.

“… Some phone calls.”

Kiss.

He groaned. “Then make them.”

Kiss.

“I can’t.”

Kiss.

“Why not?”

“Because you keep kissing me.”

He pressed his lips to my neck and traced the tip of his tongue to my collarbone. “I can stop. Just say the word.”

Never had I wanted two things that were impossible to have simultaneously: to stop and go. But I had to choose one.

“Stop,” I whispered.

His breath was hot and hard against my neck as he pushed back from the door, picked up my crutches, and handed them to me before entering my hotel room.

“Where are you going?”

“To sit and wait while you make phone calls. Then we can talk.”

“About what?”

“Us. You. Jason. Your ex.”

“Lucas!”

“I’m making a coffee, want one?”

I growled like a lion in labour.

“That was hot. Do it again.”

“Argh! You’re so …”

“Frustrating?”

“YES!”

Lucas switched the kettle on and disappeared behind the kitchen counter before reappearing, holding two mugs. “How many sugars?”

Standing there at the threshold to the room, balanced on my crutches, my hand covering my chin, I didn’t say anything.

He looked up. “One or two?”

I could’ve demanded he leave at that moment, and he would’ve, no doubt about it. I hadn’t known Lucas long, but I could tell he would leave in a heartbeat if it were what I really wanted. He pressured without true pressure because, somehow, he knew. He knew I didn’t want to be alone, and he knew I needed to talk … to him.

“Two,” I said, and limped to the door of the balcony. “And don’t be shy with the milk.”

Opening the sliding glass door, I stepped out into the sunshine, the breeze warm and humid. Waves lapped the shore below, and seagulls sang as they soared in circles above. I breathed in, the air aquatic but not overbearingly so. It was soothing and calmed me instantly — the beach was good for the soul.

“Here you go … sweet and milky.” Lucas handed me my mug of coffee. “Nice isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t tasted it yet.”

He took a seat.

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