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“Yep, one sec and I’ll get it.”
I dash back into the kitchen, and like the corny sucker that I’ve suddenly become, I spread some of the sauce across my lips before moving back to the table. Lucy’s brows furrow when she sees the lack of spoon in my hands, but when her gaze lands on my lips, she squeaks out a laugh before covering her mouth to hide her grin.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she says with as straight a face as she can muster.
I curl my finger in a come hither motion, and my pulse spikes when she rises from her seat. Now that she’s walking my way, I’m not exactly sure what I expect to happen with this plan, so I stand still and watch it unfold. When she reaches my side, she pushes me down onto my chair and straddles my lap, her core lining up perfectly with the semi I now have pressed against my jeans.
Leaning back slightly, Lucy stares at my mouth as she runs the tip of her finger under my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine. I have to physically stop my eyes from closing as she moves closer and whispers in my ear. “Is this what I’m tasting?”
Fuck!I almost wish I’d been more creative with the sauce placement. I give her a nod, unable to form words as I try my hardest to keep my cock at bay. But when she sticks out her tongue and licks her way across my top lip, before sucking the bottom one into her mouth, I’m done for.
It’s impossible to hold back the groan that rips from within me, but that’s the least of my worries. My pants tighten as my length hardens beneath her, and by the way Lucy jumps, she definitely notices it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” she trails off and moves to stand up.
“Wait! I’m not sorry, unless it makes you uncomfortable.”
Lucy pauses, and her eyes glaze over as if she’s lost in thought, perhaps processing her feelings on what just happened. When her eyes meet mine, I notice a spark of something new, something I haven’t seen since we first met—fire.
“I’ve never felt more comfortable with a man in my life,” she says with a shy smile, her honesty shining through.
Framing her face in my hands, I breathe out an audible sigh before pressing my lips to her forehead. That one simple sentence holds so much meaning, and I’m not sure what to process first.
Lucy grips my tee in her hands as her forehead meets mine, and when she sucks in a breath, I hold my own as I wait for her next move.
“You’re not going to hurt me, right?” she rasps, and my heart breaks for this girl.What has she been through?
I could easily assure her, and it would mostly be the truth, but I think this warrants more than that.
“I’m not going to lie and say I’ve always been a gentleman. I know I’ve hurt people, and I’ve been hurt, but Lucy…” I tilt her face until our eyes meet. “Something about you makes the idea of hurting you feel impossible. Something I can’t even fathom. So no, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Her eyes dart between mine, searching for something, maybe sincerity, so I hold my gaze. Never once wavering. I mean every word. And when she gives me the smallest nod before burying her face in my chest, I know she believes me. I’m stunned for a second, but as soon as I recover, my arms wrap around her, pulling her tightly against me.
I’m not used to this. My life is football, and Gran, and occasionally Carter. I’ve even had a girlfriend before, a serious one. At least, one I thought was serious in my earlier years. But this connection, right here, is new to me.
I’ve never wanted to protect someone so much in my entire life, and I don’t even know what I’m protecting her from.
Lucy pulls back after a few minutes and straightens in my lap. “I wish I’d kept kissing you that day. Instead of running away. I should have stayed, kissed you again, and spent the night getting to know you.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to read the meaning within her words. But when I can’t, I try a different approach. “Why don’t you stay a bit longer and get to know me now?” I ask, wanting more than anything to get to knowher.
Her eyes flash with something like pain, but before I can question it, her expression morphs into one of calm and she smiles before whispering, “I would love that.”
Chapter Seven
Lucy
Wetalkforhoursabout everything…anything, and curl up on the couch to watch a movie. I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know, I’m opening my eyes to a dark and quiet room and there’s a blanket over me.
Sitting up in a bit of a daze, I’m trying to decide what to do, when Wes walks back into the room.
“You’re awake?” he says with a genuine smile, not even at all bothered by the fact that I passed out on our date.
“Yes, sorry about that,” I say with my voice coming out all raspy, and of course, I yawn at the end.
Wes shakes his head. “No, it was getting late. I should have walked you home hours ago. Come on, I’ll take you now.”
My chest tightens at his words and a feeling of panic takes over. I’m not ready to leave, even though I am tired. I meant what I said about wishing I’d stayed to get to know him that night. My life would be very different right now if I had. I’m not making that mistake twice.
