Page 42 of Sweet Spot

He read the look on my face. “Probably the night I took you to dinner and did bad things to you in the hall.” My jaw fell as Rachel choked on her drink. Despite her cough attack, Lukas kept his eyes trained on me. “I still have your panties by the way.”

Oh my God.

Rachel was frozen for what felt like a good five seconds but then with an awkward mutter and a half-complete sentence, she turned on her heel and marched off. Hand clamped over my mouth, I stared at Lukas.

“Sorry if I misread that situation,” he said, mischief curling his lips. “Thought you wouldn’t mind me saying all that in front of her.”

“That was actually kind of fun for me.”

“Kind of?”

I smirked. “Fine. Extremely.”

“Alright,” Lukas nodded in approval. “And now that we’re on the topic of confessions, why don’t you go ahead and admit one more thing for me.”

My breath shortened as he drew closer, his hand on my lap and his lips painfully close to mine. “What’s that?”

“That you want to see me again. That I make you feel better than anyone else has made you feel in a very long time.”

“Fine. I want to see you again,” I murmured as the bar lights dimmed. “I like the way you make me feel.”

“You love the way I make you feel.”

“I love it,” I said between my teeth.

“Is your pussy wet for me right now?”

I glared. “Do I really need to answer that here?”

“No. Not with the way you’re squirming,” Lukas smirked, hand on my lap as he slid his empty glass across the bar. I closed my eyes as I caught his scent again. “Jesus. I can feel your thighs twitching, Lia,” he murmured, gazing down at them. “Do you want me to fuck you in this bar?”

“No.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“No.” I looked away, scanning the crowd for anyone watching as Lukas slipped his fingertips just under my skirt. My mouth parted as they inched up further. His skin was warm but it felt ice cold against my burning thighs. I exhaled as he leaned in to kiss my neck, sliding his hand swiftly up my skirt and snapping my thong just as he pressed his lips against me. “Lukas,” I gasped as he swept his tongue over my neck, thrusting his hand between my thighs and sliding his fingers inside me, utterly ruthless as he pumped his wrist for two hot, hard seconds.

Holy shit, holy shit. We were at a bar, surrounded by people. And he was inside me.

But just as quickly as it happened, Lukas drew back completely, leaving me breathless and panting on my barstool. The void he left between my legs made my nails dig into the bottom of my seat. He grinned as he eyed me.

“Tell me how many times you’ve touched yourself in the past four days,” he said, tugging his bottom lip with the fingers he’d just had inside me. My pussy throbbed as I watched him lick his lips.

“Every night since the one you fucked me,” I breathed. “How many times did you fuck another girl and think of me?”

“None. I jerked off.”

“How much?”

“A fucking ridiculous amount.”

“What did you think about?” I asked, increasingly breathless as Lukas’s eyes blazed into me.

“What do you think?” he countered, irritated. “I thought about how big your eyes got when you first looked at my cock. I thought about all the little sounds you made when you sucked on it. Like you’d never tasted anything so good.” Lukas tightened his jaw, his hand on the bar becoming a fist. “Trust me, Lia. It’s been a rough fucking four days. All I wanted was to drown myself in you and think about nothing else but instead I had to jerk off to the thought of you while knowing you were right across the hall. Probably in the shower. Maybe asleep.” His green eyes darkened. “I’ll admit I fantasized pretty often about kicking your damned door down and just fucking you over the kitchen counter.” He grinned as he let his gaze drop. “Wouldn’t mind seeing those perfect tits dipped in chocolate.”

Holy God. “Lukas, maybe we should get going…”

“No. You’re going to wait for a little,” he said with satisfaction as I stared pleadingly. “Trust me, Lia. You can survive the next four minutes if I survived the past four days.”