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Fuck. It was too easy to picture him pounding into some lucky fucker?—
What the hell was wrong with me?
I wasn’t actually jealous. I didn’t feel that way about Lucian. He was simply him. That was it. We went way back, he was safe, we had each other’s backs, we’d been through a lot together, and, yeah. If I was jealous of anything, it was of the intimacy. The freedom of being able to go nuts on someone you really wanted. Acting on attraction, fucking a tight ass, sucking cock, licking up every ounce of masculinity?—
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Please stop.
I needed to sober up more.
Hearing the floorboards creak, I opened my eyes again, only to see Lucian returning to the microwave. All while he was removing his tie and folding his suit jacket over the stool on the other side of the island. He dropped two cuff links on the marble counter before he switched the two plates and reset the timer for one minute.
With his back to me, he untucked his shirt and bent down to take off his shoes.
Fucking hell, I just wanted to grab him. Feel him, kiss him, touch him greedily, and pretend tomorrow didn’t exist.
Was I actually gonna…
I swallowed hard and took another swig of my Coke, then set it down on the counter.
If I did…would he go for it?
The possibility alone, the mere chance, that I could be kissing a man within the next minute or so was enough to make my head spin. And it would be Lucian. Other than Noa, he was the most important person on the planet for me.
How would he react?
Before I knew it, my feet were carrying me a few steps closer, and it made my pulse skyrocket. Adrenaline bolted through me next, and I registered the faint snick of him placing his watch next to his cuff links.
I came up right behind him as he tilted his head just enough to throw a glance over his shoulder, and he tensed up a bit. A beat later, he turned around to face me and furrowed his brow.
I could act right away, or I could wait until he asked me what the fuck I was doing, and then I wouldn’t know what to say. Or what might happen after. So fuck it. I didn’t want another second to tick by. I closed the distance between us, slipped my hands along his neck and jaw, and leaned in and covered his mouth with mine.
A shock of lust nearly bowled me over, though it was almost squashed by his hands coming to my sides. In a way that left me torn. Either he was going to push me away, or…he was undecided.
I kissed him harder and cupped the back of his neck, and that seemed to have an effect. His shoulder lost some tension, and he shuddered and tentatively kissed me back.
I could’ve cried with relief.
In case he planned on putting a stop to things soon, I went a little further. I needed to. I parted my lips and tried to deepen the kiss, and I let one hand drop to the hard planes of his chest.
Jesus Christ.
A violent shiver rolled through me. I started cataloguing fucking everything. The roughness, the muscles, the five-o’clock shadow across his jaw, the perfect blend of soft and firm of his lips…which were suddenly kissing me back with more force. With more wetness, with more passion. Our tongues touched—one, two seductive swipes, and then we didn’t stop.
When he backed me up against the counter of the island, I was fucking done for. There was no going back now that I’d experienced this. No more ignorance is bliss. No more trying to convince myself that I wasn’t missing out on that much.
I’d been missing out on everything.
I cupped his face in my hands to feel the way his stubbly jaw moved, the sharp lines, the contrasts. We made out hungrily, and he finally let his hands roam. He hugged me to him. He squeezed my ass.
I groaned into the kiss and?—
“Wait,” he said, completely out of breath. “Hold on a minute, KC.”
“Why?” That was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Oh, I can think of a hundred reasons.” He pulled away from me, only his upper body, and grabbed my jaw. “Do you need another complication in your life?”
