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“I’m not sure what that means,” I said.
“Your seductive eyes, Charlee. They pull a man in and don’t let go.”
“A man? Or you?” I ventured as his hand fell to his side.
“I think you know the answer to that question.”
I smiled. “I do.”
“Good girl.”
My core inexplicably clenched at those words. Again, never a fantasy of mine, yet they did something to me. If that other couple hadn’t come, I could only imagine where this might lead.
Except, not to sex.
We might have off-the-charts chemistry between us, but Lucas did not trust me. With good reason.
“I have questions,” I said, picking up my wine. I grabbed Lucas’s, too, and handed it to him.
“Talk to me.”
Everything that came out of his mouth was so damn confident. It did things to me, made me feel oddly safe.
“Good girl. That’s a BDSM thing, right?”
“What d’ya mean?”
“I don’t know. Like a part of that world?”
Lucas chuckled. “I don’t know a lot about that. Not sure they go hand in hand. I’m not into that, Charlee. Not that I’m against a little bondage, but pain? No. Just the opposite. Only pleasure.”
Dear Lord. “Who even are you?”
With his free hand, Lucas grabbed my wrist. Turned it over.
“That’s what I am now. A man who wants to empower other people to know themselves the way I do.”
I looked down at his perfect design, understanding.
Also, his fingers inflamed me.
“I freelance,” I said numbly. “Have a few website clients.”
Without letting go of my wrist, Lucas looked so intently into my eyes, I remembered something I had read once. If someone held eye contact for more than seven seconds, they were either planning your murder or in love with you.
He lifted my wrist to his lips. Kissed it. Let it drop.
“You’re lucky,” I said, beginning to walk back. I needed to find water, to ground myself. Lucas tossed me so off-balance I couldn’t think straight. “Not everyone can make a living doing what they love.”
“I disagree. Maybe there are sacrifices in other areas, but you craft the life you want to lead. No one else.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“Hmm. So why are you here and not still in the military?” I blurted, wanting to take the focus off me.
“What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
