Page 86 of A Win-Win Situation
Why isn’t he doing anything?
Take control, Leora, show him how much you really want him.
I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. "Lucas," I say softly, trying to read his expression. "I want you."
He doesn't move an inch as I press my body closer to him. I can sense his attraction pressed against my stomach and I finally feel his hands come up to rest on my hips, his touch sending electricity through my body.
It’s working.
I try to lift up onto my toes so I can fully reach his height, but it's hard in my heels.
"Please," I whisper desperately, my breath hot against his skin. "I need you."
That seems to be all the encouragement he needs. He emits a low, hungry growl and pulls me closer, his lips crashing into mine in a fervent and hungry kiss. My arms eagerly wrap around his neck, drawing him in even closer as my tongue meets his.
His hands, strong and commanding, roam my entire body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. I'm on fire, consumed by the passion that courses through me. I moan into his mouth, unable to control the overwhelming feeling of him. That spurs him on; he sighs into my mouth and grabs my ass, squeezing it with possessive desire.
This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
I stumble a little as he walks me backward, and it breaks our kiss for a second. But it was a second too long, because the heat and desire in Lucas’s eyes slowly morph into concern as he pulls back.
"No."
No. What does he mean byno.
"Yes," I despairingly answer him back, attempting to kiss him again.
"Leora, stop. I can't . . . not like this," he says, his voice strained. "You're drunk—you're not thinking clearly."
I ignore his words, reaching for him, my hands grazing his chest, desperate for his touch. "Lucas, please," I beg, my voice hoarse with desire.
He grabs my wrists, pulling them away from his body gently.
"No, Leora. I can't do this."
His words hit me like a slap in the face, momentarily sobering me up. I look at him, my heart breaking at the conflict I see in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I raise one of my hands to cover my breasts, feeling exposed. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
He sighs, still holding on to me. "You didn’t. It's not you, Leora, it's me. You’re drunk and I got caught up in the moment with you, but I don't want to do anything that you’ll regret in the morning. You said it yourself, we’re friends, and that wouldn’t be veryfriendlyof me."
"Friends?" I echo back.
We’re friends.
Onlyfriends.
We stand there for a moment, the atmosphere between us thick. But he breaks it by releasing my wrist and stepping back. "I'll get you something to sleep in," he says.
The desire that coursed through my body moments ago turns into shame as I slip on the t-shirt he brings me.
I was mistaken.
I was wrong.
I’ve made a fool of myself.
Why did I think that I could be sexy like Amélie? Why did I think this would work? Why did I put myself in this situation? I’m not Melina, what Lucas and I have is not physical at all, we’re just an arrangement to fix our own personal problems.
