"What the hell was that?" he hisses.
"I was just trying to give them some hospitality."
"Hospitality?" He scoffs.
The glare he gives me makes me want to hide under a rock. This is crazy. Just a few minutes ago, I felt so powerful. Where is that feeling now?
I nod. "Yes, hospitality. You know, 'make yourself at home' kind of thing?" I hope that I don't sound stupid.
He stares down at my chest, and my heart beats fast from knowing how dangerous our position is.
"With this kind of clothing?" he asks me in a low, cold voice, before meeting my gaze again. "And that hair and makeup?"
I'm at a loss for words.
"Did you enjoy making your husband seethe with rage while trying to not rip those eyes out of their sockets after they roamed your body like that?" His voice is shaking with so much emotion I can't understand.
Roam my body? Were they really doing that?
"I—"
My words are cut short when Luke moves my hair from my shoulder and chest. My cheeks heat up as I feel him lean closer. “Have you ever thought about what’s in your husband’s mind when you wear this kind of clothing?” he whispers, too softly. “Have you ever thought about what I want to do to this skin with my fingers? With my mouth?” He brings his lips closer to my ear.
His words send shivers down my spine. I’m aware of how my body is responding to his tease. I feel the temperature rise significantly, and I curse myself for causing this to happen in the first place.
“Do you know what I’m thinking right now?” His breath tickles the skin on my neck, and I close my eyes, involuntarily parting my lips. “Tell me to stop, and I won’t do it.” I can hear the frustration in his voice.
Do I want him to stop?
Strangely, my mind is far away from that thought, and that makes the room turn silent for a while.
Luke places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, and I can’t help but let out a soft sigh. In reflex, my hand finds his hair and pulls his head closer, which seems to encourage him. The next thing I know, he circles his arm around my waist to pull me closer.
His mouth trails down my neck, sucking and biting my skin. I gasp as he sucks hard on my upper chest, just above my left breast. My other hand clings onto his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
"Luke," I moan. The pleasure I’m feeling is evident in my voice.
I can't believe that we’re doing this. Judging by what he's doing to me, there will be many hickeys on my neck and chest.
Luke's hold on me tightens as he continues kissing and sucking my skin. My moans echo in the room as he attacks me with what seems to be a mixture of rage and burning desire.
When he finally pulls away, his intense gaze makes me feel like the air in my lungs is sucked out with a vacuum.
"You left me no choice but to leave my mark," he states, a small smile on the corner of his lips.
I'm still trying to calm my heartbeat, but once he steps away, I rush toward the mirror in the room. A gasp leaves my lips when I see my reflection. Just as I expected, he has left plenty of kiss marks on my neck and upper chest.
He should have known that I'm a celebrity. How am I going to work with this? Had this happened earlier, I wouldn't have been able to do my photoshoot.
His cocky smirk forms on his lips. "They still can cover those digitally," he says. "But you better stay away from those men who can't stop looking at you for more than five seconds."
With that said, he throws me one last gaze, opens the door and walks off.
And I watch in disbelief as he walks away, my chest heaving up and down from the embarrassmentstirring in my heart.
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