Page 85 of A Win-Win Situation
I might be super drunk, but not even that would make me miss the adoration in his eyes. He would do anything for Amélie, and she for him.
I want that.
"Yes, yes I am." She throws her arm around his neck. "And so is Leora."
"I can see that," Lucas drawls, his voice thick like molasses. I turn my head to the right and see him leaning against the wall. He’s so damn good looking it’s crazy; it’s not humanly possible to look like that.
"How about we get you two some water and then go to bed?" Lucas suggests, breaking the sexual tension, flowing from only me. He leaves for the kitchen and comes back with the bottles, handing one to Thomas.
"I’ll get her to bed. Good luck with yours." Thomas walks away holding on to Amélie, leaving me and Lucas alone. With his departure, my filter slowly starts to dissolve.
"You’re pretty," I blurt out, looking up at him with a coy expression.
Lucas smiles at me, his eyes locking on mine. "You're pretty too, Leora.”
The way he says my name is like an aphrodisiac. It could turn me on in any situation, making me wetter than the damn Mediterranean Sea.
My heart skips a beat as he moves closer to me, the scent of him making me dizzy.
"But you’re very drunk. Let’s get you to bed." He takes my hand and leads me toward the bedroom.
"Let’s getyouto bed," I repeat. He chuckles, shaking his head.
He sets me down on the bed and crouches in front of me, opening the water bottle. "Drink some water."
I do as he says, staring at him the whole time.
"Good girl, keep drinking." He pauses, eyeing me. "How are you feeling? Can you get dressed or do you need help?"
Amélie’s words come back to me,take control.
"I feel great," I stand up, stumbling, and his hands go to my thighs, steadying me.
I think he wants me.
As I try to remove my dress, my drunken state gets the best of me, and I end up almost falling over. Lucas quickly stands up, catching me.
"Maybe you do need some help," he says, laughter evident in his voice.
Without another word, he moves closer to me and begins to undo the zipper on my dress.
Oh my God, it’s working.
He slides the dress off my shoulders, his fingers gliding along my bare skin, igniting a tingling sensation everywhere he touches me.
"Close your eyes," I whisper as I look back, watching him as he does what I say. I step out of my dress, and I turn to face him. Wearing only my heels and lace lingerie, I command, "Open."
When he does, his eyes immediately roam my body and grow wide when they meet mine again.
The sexual tension between us is potent as he continues to stare at me, his gaze intense and unwavering.
My hands go behind my back, fumbling with my bra clasp.
"Leora," he swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob. His voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, "What are you doing?"
My hands finally manage to unclasp my bra, and I slowly take it off. His eyes quickly move down to my exposed breasts and his eyes grow even wider before he returns his gaze to my face. He takes a step back, his eyes still locked on mine, and I can see the conflict warring within him.
Why isn’t he touching me yet?
