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“You haven’t even pulled out yet, and you’re up again.”
I buck my hips. “Again? It never goes down when you’re around,” I say honestly. “But I think we should reconvene in the shower.”
She bites down on her lip. There’s so much she’s thinking but she won’t let herself say.
I wish she would.
I’m not a monster. I am capable of listening and maybe even giving some good advice.
I know she’s been hurt, and I have to tread carefully, but I would never purposely hurt her. I want what’s best for her, and I’m not selfish enough to think that that’s me.
But as I roll her over and begin kissing her again, I realize that it’s been a long time since I’ve been this passionate with anybody, and then a worse thought strikes me right in the gut; maybe I never have been.
Chapter Eighteen
Ariana
There’s nothing like the sun beating down on you while sipping a cocktail after a wild night of sex, basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms and a man that you just can’t stop touching.
It’s been three days since I turned up at his doorstep and spent the night. Since then, I’ve been spending my days with the girls, and my nights with Lukas. I’m not going to ditch my friends, who surprised me on this trip, just because I’m having a holiday romp with an unsuitable and completely taboo man. One that I can’t stop thinking about day and night.
It isn’t just the sex. I’ve never had a man that was so interested in me as a whole.
With Lukas, he takes an interest in everything. We talk all night. He knows about my childhood and the strained relationship my parents had, all the shitty jobs I’ve experienced, and my current underwhelming position in the events industry. I know about his family and how he grew up poor, how he started his empire and then he got a football scholarship, of all things, so he could go to college. It’s why he’s so careful with money.
He’s profoundly passionate, something I never picked up on when I met him before.
When we’re alone together, he’s still alpha, but he’s softer somehow. I see a side to him that nobody else does, and I like it.
I couldn’t help but feel, as he talked about all that stuff, how it seems so incredibly lonely. Surely, you can only live in bachelorhood for so long before it gets monotonous. Having women throw themselves at your feet has to wear off at some stage, doesn’t it? He comes home to this amazing, huge castle, and there’s nobody there to greet him, to talk about his day, to help him unwind.
I could understand if he sounded happy about it, but it didn’t come across that way. Or maybe I’ve read it all wrong.
One thing is for sure; Lukas Bentley would treat his woman like a queen.
It’s just who he is.
When he talks to you, he touches you absentmindedly, like he can’t get through the night without being able to feel you.
It sends chills through me when I think about it. I don’t even think he realizes he does it.
Then, when I think about what else he can do, how he makes me feel, and it seems, how I make him feel, it makes my heart race. Maybe it’s just me, but I like to think that he’s enjoying himself as much as I am.
He unnerves me so easily because everything he does is with utter precision. He’s in full control, yet with him I feel like I take more of a lead in my decisions. He makes me feel like I can do anything, be anything, and I don’t understand it. Maybe I don’t want to because I know it has to end.
Why that makes me feel so empty is ridiculous. I barely know this man, and in our reality in the real world, it would certainly raise some eyebrows and cause him some bad publicity.
People would talk. Not that he seems to care about that, but it would still be a scandal and it would get scattered across the papers for all to see. I’d be seen as a gold digger, as well as atramp; the woman who went after her ex-boyfriend’s dad, a man almost twice her age.
I cringe at the thought of what they would say.
The worst part is, Lukas goes home tomorrow, so this is our last night together.
Me and the girls still have three more days before we have to go home. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.
It reminds me even more that we’re on borrowed time and that all of this is coming to an end.
“Cheer up, it may never happen,” Charlize says, looking down her glasses at me as she sits up to sip her cocktail.
