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“You have beautiful hands,” he said when I didn’t know what to say or do and still flushed. “Artist’s hands. The kind that are used to lovingly create beauty of their own. I would like to keep these hands and pin them above your head as I…create an entirely different, beautiful moment with you.”
The breath caught in my throat as I tried to imagine what he was talking about and found I grew even more heated. I squeezed my legs together involuntarily, and he caught the movement, his smirk growing even larger.
“Seems I’m not the only one.”
“I...” I gulped, not sure how to respond. As quickly as he had taken my hand and started exploring me, he stopped, letting go and sitting back a little. The air suddenly felt cold again, and my hands wanted him back. It took all my control not to reach out for him and try to take his hands back to get him to carry on. I fought the urge as I shuddered and sat back as well.
His eyes lit up with his delight, and he still didn’t look elsewhere. I felt vulnerable but somehow still safe, the feeling sending a thrill of delight through me. What was it about this man that made me feel so much?
“There, I should let you calm down a moment so you can think clearly. It would be unchivalrous of me to put you in such a state and then demand you to think clearly about what you do and don’t want. I would like an honest answer from you. To know what you truly want and not take advantage.”
“You don’t want to take advantage of me?” I asked, only making him chuckle.
“I very muchdowant to take advantage of you. But what kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?” He shook his head again. “No. Whatever we do, I want you to be ready and willing for it.”
As his gaze came up to my face again, I gulped. What did I say? I wanted to shake my head and almost did a few times, but somehow, I couldn’t.
He took the focus off me for a moment and downed another whiskey, almost as if he needed the courage as well. Eventually, I reached forward and put my hand in his. Wherever this was going to lead, I wanted to find out. I was tired of being cautious and not taking risks. And Lukas seemed like a risk worth taking.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Another devilish grin spread across Lukas’ face as he took my hand again. I wondered if he would trace my skin and all the contours of my hands again, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me toward him and put his arms around me to encourage me to sit across his lap.
“Better,” he said, not taking his eyes off me. Again, I glanced around the area, but there were even fewer people left—mostly the staff cleaning up after the party. Almost all the guests were in bed now, and the rest were in their own world, sitting and drinking in one corner, from where they could barely see us.
“Are you worried what they will think of this?” Lukas asked, following my gaze and seeing the people as well.
“I don’t think so. I…I wondered if you might be.”
“Not at all. Let them see.” He reached a hand up and gripped my chin before giving me a kiss. It started gently at first, giving me the room to pull away if I had wanted to, but I didn’t, still leaning into him and his embrace. My body heated up even more, and I clenched my legs together again, surprised by the feeling between them.
I wanted this in ways I had never wanted anything.
As the kiss grew firmer, so did his grip on me until it seemed almost desperate, hungry and possessive. I was trapped in his arms, and he wasn’t going to let go of me. At least, that was how it felt. No sooner had I thought this than he slowly eased back and let go.
“Now, my sweetness, would you like to go upstairs with me? I’ll show you what a gentleman can do in bed with the right lady.”
My cheeks flushed again, and I gasped at the boldness of the question.
“I’m not taking you up there until I hear a yes. This may seem as strange as before, but consent means a lot to me. I want to be sure I have it before I ravish you entirely.”
I nodded, but that only made him frown. “No, say the words, sweetness. It needs to have some thought behind it, not be purely instinctive. You need to want this.”
“Yes,” I said, the word coming out before I could consider stopping it. I was so hot now, his insistence on knowing I truly wanted to go to bed with him somehow making me want it more. What was it about this man? I still had no idea, but I didn’t want to think about it, and he clearly didn’t plan on letting me know he had what he needed to proceed.
His lips met mine again, his arms tightening around me once more. The firmness of the kiss made me want to melt before it, giving in to him and letting him take control. I wanted this in ways I couldn’t put into words. To just give in and let him guide us both where he wanted.
It felt so natural as he encouraged me onto my feet, only breaking the kiss briefly. I kept my hand in his as I straightened, and his other arm slipped around me, pulling me close under his arm.
Without a word, he led me into the house and up to the bedrooms, making sure I stayed with him. The heat of his bodywarmed me even further, every point of contact shooting fire through me.
Again, his fingers traced, this time my arm and my side, exploring me even more intimately somehow despite doing it while we walked. When we reached the stairs, we only paused for a fraction of a second, him letting me put a foot on the first step before he moved, almost as if he was making sure I still wanted this on some level.
It made me wonder if he would ask for my consent again before anything more serious happened, but I knew I wouldn’t have long until I found out. He was going to take me to his room, and I didn’t plan on uttering a single word of protest.
When we reached our rooms, he hesitated again, looking between both of ours as if he couldn’t decide which one was the better option. I tried not to panic, not sure either but aware that my room wasn’t the tidiest. I hadn’t come here planning on using it for anything but sleeping, and it was messy, my clothes strewn everywhere.
Thankfully, he took me waiting as more consent to his schemes and made his way over to his door. He pushed it open, encouraging me to go first.
