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I suck in a breath and heave out a big sigh. If that isn’t the truth. “I appreciate it.” More than I can possibly say without freaking him out.
Lucky shrugs like it’s no big deal when to me, it’s a very big deal. “You don’t care what I think of you, so I’m probably the best person to be here with you.”
“I do care,” I insist. “Now, I do,” I add at his look of skepticism. “I might care more than I let on.”
He’s right about me, though. I wield bitchiness and sarcasm like weapons to keep myself safe, and I’ve done that with him since he entered my life.
Something flickers in his gaze that I can’t quite figure out. And then, it’s gone. Lucky sits back as a slow smile crosses his face. “I think so too, Princess.”
I stand slowly and finish off my whiskey. I can feel Lucky’s gaze on me as if it’s a physical touch, and the pull grows stronger until I find myself straddling his lap and kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.
Hell, for all I know, there maynotbe a tomorrow.
Lucky wraps his arm around me, and his other hand tangles in my hair. We deepen the kiss until I’m vibrating, so desperate for him that I’m shaking with need. He purrs against my mouth and stands, forcing me to wrap my legs around him, which is no hardship because he’s hot and hard. Everywhere.
I scoop the whiskey bottle off the table and press my lips to his neck, behind his ear, wherever I can find skin. I nibble his earlobe while he moves us upstairs. The muscles in his neck and shoulder are delicious.
“You taste good.”
“You would know,” he growls in response.
I laugh, and it turns into a squeal when he tosses me on the bed, sending a splash of whiskey down my arm.
“Look what you did!”
With a smile, Lucky bends over and presses his tongue against my arm, sliding it from the crook all the way down to my wrist. “Better?”
I nod slowly, my breath caught in my chest at the sensual move that has my pussy damp and my clit vibrating. “Getting there.”
“Take off your clothes,” he barks at me. “Slowly.”
Instead of balking and smarting off like I usually do, I scoot to the edge of the bed and twirl to face him. One hand goes to the strap of my tank top. I lower it slowly and then the other before I grab the hem and pull it over my head. I toss it at him, and when he catches it and sniffs it, my belly clenches.
“Keep going.”
I smile, licking my lips sensuously, hooking my thumbs through my waistband, and sliding my shorts down my legs. Thanks to a healthy regimen of three types of yoga, I’m super flexible, so I stretch forward and bend my body in half.
“Fuck, Aria,” Lucky growls when he realizes there’s nothing underneath my shorts.
I slowly unfold my body and put my hands on my hips, smiling at him knowingly. “Yes?”
“Pick a lube.”
I shake my head. “You pick this time,” I tell him and crawl onto the bed on all fours. I arch my back and swing my ass from left to right, but I refuse to look over my shoulder. My body trembles, and I close my eyes and wait, anticipating where his first touch will be.
“Ah,” I moan when I feel his fingertips sliding up my inner thigh.
“Arch your back.”
Instinctively I obey his command, shivering as his fingers slide down the other thigh.
“Lucky,” I purr.
One hand lands a sharp blow on my right ass cheek, and I moan.
“You like it,” he says in a husky growl.
“Do it again, and I’ll let you know.” Before I can brace myself, another blow lands on the same spot. “Ah, fuck.”
