Page 31 of The Rebel Billionaire

CHARLIE

Itriedto play it cool as I unlocked the door and swungitopen.

"You remembered to lock your door," he said, his deep voice a low rumble in his chest. My mouth went dry at the sight of him filling the doorway. He was just so big—tall and broad and very,veryfit.

"I did," I agreed. "I'm even having a security systeminstalledsoon."

Lucas stepped inside, his big body crowding mine until I took astepback.

Thenanother.

Andanother.

My shoulders bumped into the kitchen wall and Lucas's arms came up, his hands flattening on either side of my head until he had mepennedin.

"Who's doing the work?" he asked, lowering his head so that his breath brushed mytemple.

"Huh?"

What were we talking about? Wasn't he going to kiss me? It seemed like he was going tokissme.

"Your security system," Lucas clarified, his lips brushing my cheekbone as hespoke.

"Sinclair." I let out on a breath. "Sinclair Security isdoingit."

"Sinclair is good. They'll setyouup."

His hands left the wall to frame my face, tilting my head up. The lust simmering in his hot, green eyes turned my knees towater.

Lucas was donetalking.

His mouth took mine, his lips urging mine apart, his tonguetastingme.

God, this mancouldkiss.

He pinned me to the wall, one hand coming behind my ass, lifting me. Out of instinct, my legs wrapped around him, and the firm pressure of his hard cock against my soft heat drovemewild.

I sank my fingers into his thick, silky hair, pulling his mouth down, tilting my head to fit us together. He squeezed my ass, rocking into me. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his chest, my body needy and restlessformore.

Too soon, itwasover.

I would've been perfectly fine if Lucas had carried me straight to the futon. Instead, he set me gently on my feet and leaned back, my mouth following his as if I needed just one moretaste.

"Got a job," Lucas rasped in my ear, sounding out of breath. "I won't be back till later. Youaround?"

At his question, my frustrated desire flipped into anticipation. Going for casual, I said, "I'll be here. I'm going to work on the house and maybe gettakeout."

"I'll be back when I'm done,"hesaid.

Before I could get my bearings, he was out the door, his boots thumping on the steps asheleft.

Fucking LucasJackson.

Damn, but I'd never met a man who could have me so spun after fiveminutes.

He walked in my house, kissed me senseless, arranged a booty call, and was gone. I raised a hand and touched my finger to my lower lip, the flesh swollen and sensitized byLucas'skiss.

I could kiss him all day. And all night. I was beginning to think I could kiss Lucas Jacksonforever.