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“Isn’t she that short thing with the awful perfume?” Lucas blinks, curiously.
I smack him in his chest to his obvious amusement. “Don’t smell women’s perfume. And yeah, she’s engaged even. I don’t know what crawled up her…” I trail off at the words and clear my throat. “The point is that I didn’t back down like she expected and told her that if she didn’t want to take a bath, maybe she should wear a stronger perfume to mask her body odor. And then I called her a few things and left.”
Lucas roars with laughter. “I didn’t know you had it in you!”
I look affronted. “What? You think just because I’m a generally nice person, I’m going to let people walk all over me? I can be mean to people. I curse too when the occasion calls for it!”
He has such an affectionate look on his face as he tumbles me into his arms. “Of course you do, you precious thing. Let me kiss your potty mouth.”
“No!” I protest, indignantly as I try to escape his hold. “You’re making fun of me.”
He laughs, absorbing my shoving. “I wouldn’t dare. What if you curse at me?”
“I hate you!” I pretend to be insulted.
He easily subdues me, pressing sweet kisses on my nose, my cheeks, my chin, my mouth, all the while laughing. “Ooh…” He chuckles, his breath warm against my neck as he nibbles on my collarbone as if it’s a sweet dessert. “Are you going to call me a bad word now?”
“You’re a sadist,” I moan out now when he licks his way up the side of my neck and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth.
“Well, you are incredibly easy to tease,” he breathes the words out, and then his mouth finds mine as he tangles one hand in my hair, holding me in place while his mouth plunders mine with an exquisite sweetness that has me gasping and murmuring his name.
The kiss is slow, gentle, and deep. I find myself arching against him when he laps his tongue against mine. I’m half in his lap at this point, my upper body pressed against his. One of his hands is resting on my stomach and as he sucks my tongue, my mind grows hazed with need.
Without thinking, I try to take control of the kiss.
Lucas’s reaction is abrupt.
His hand tightens in my hair in a punishing grip. He pulls me towards him, pressing me even closer against him until I can feel all the lean muscle underneath his shirt, and kisses me in an incredibly filthy way. He’s yanking my head back by his grip in my hair and pushes his tongue deep into my mouth. He doesn’t relent until I’m moaning and gasping for breath, my lower abdomen tightening with need as I rub my legs together.
His palm resting on my stomach slides up and caresses my breast, lightly, and I whimper in need, making him chuckle, huskily.
I don’t know when he’s positioned me so I’m straddling his lap but now, I’m grinding against him, desperately, my mind a hazy fog, letting out small needy sounds, begging for his touch.
When his hand that had been thumbing at my nipple through the shirt, slides under the flimsy material, my skin burns at his touch and my back arches. He squeezes my breast and playfully tugs on my nipple, making me brokenly murmur his name over and over again.
He releases his grip on my hair and adjusts me until I’m straddling his thigh. One hand pinching my nipple, teasing my breast, and the other on my back keeping me steady, he presses up with his thigh and I let out a keening sound when his muscled thigh comes into contact with my clothed pussy.
It’s already so wet that I mindlessly start riding it, and now he uses both his hands to guide mine to his shoulders for support as he presses again and again against my pussy, his eyes on me, dark with lust.
It doesn’t take me long to come apart and I sob out at the sharp pleasure. He brings my dazed, pleasure strung form to him, pressing kisses to my faces, soothing kisses which slowly bring me down from my high, my heart still hammering against my chest.
“You’re horrible,” I mumble, exhausted, when I get a sense of my surroundings.
He just laughs, throatily. “No, I’m not,” he corrects me.
“I still want that date where you promised you’d take me dancing,” I remind him, my voice a little hoarse.
He’s about to move when I still and then I glance down at the bulge in his pants. Something like heat trickles into me but I force it down and ask. “What about you? Don’t you…”
Lucas is exceedingly gentle as he brushes his fingers against my cheek. “Tonight was about you.” He stretches out on the couch, and drags me with him until I’m lying on his chest.
His words warm me from my core and I wonder at this man who just gives and gives and never seems to expect anything in return from me.
He smooths a hand down my back and I close my eyes, my ear pressed his chest as I let his heartbeat provide a lulling effect on me. “I was really hoping you would say some bad curse words at me,” he teases me.
I don’t even have the strength to scowl. I’m completely boneless. “I would hit you but I can’t move anymore,” I say, lazily. I’m not even embarrassed or blushing. Lucas makes it so natural to want to be with him that when I’m in his arms it feels like it’s right where I belong.
He keeps running his hand over my back.
