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Tonight, there was no sign of the ex-sniper tattooed badass that sat in that chair in his own tattoo parlor. The man walking up to my porch looked as if he could have stepped out of a GQ magazine. Suit. Tie. Hair perfectly and sexily in place. He was, in a word, drop-dead gorgeous.
Okay, that wasn’t one word.
Closing the door behind me, I reveled in the expression on his face. What woman didn’t want to feel beautiful? And right now, Lucas was making me feel exactly that. He stopped, shook his head, and whistled.
“Just look at you. So fucking hot.”
I loved the raw way he complimented me.
“Thank you,” I said, making my way down the porch stairs. I did like this dress. An open back with spaghetti straps, it was simple. Black. And definitely sexy. What was not sexy? The bra required to make this thing happen. But the end result was worth it.
Since Lucas hadn’t made a move all week, not at KC’s nor when he walked me to my car Thursday night, I didn’t expect him to haul me against him the minute we met on the sidewalk. But he did, his arms encircling me as if he owned me. Possessed me.
His head leaned toward mine, and I didn’t care about my lipstick or perfect beach waves as one of his hands moved up and grabbed a fistful of hair. Right there out in the open, for anyone who cared to see, Lucas turned me into an absolute puddle. His firm grip in my hair, his lips moving over mine, his tongue demanding I give everything, which I did. It wasn’t a welcome kiss so much as it was a “you’re mine” kiss.
When he pulled away, I was just glad I’d not chosen the red lipstick. It would have been all over the place right about now.
“Mmmm,” he said, looking me up and down. His hand, which had been pressed against the small of my back to pull me toward him, now moved upward, teasing the exposed flesh. His fingers traced the curve of my spine as I closed my eyes, leaning into the sensation.
“I will wear this dress for every date,” I promised when I opened my eyes again. Lucas stared at me like a starving man. “Keep looking at me like that and wherever we’re going will become secondary to luring you into my place.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t need to do much luring, baby. Trust me.”
Baby. I did love that.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t molest you the second I could. So do me a favor and don’t look so fucking hot for the next few hours? Okay?”
I agreed, but we weren’t very far up the road when Lucas pulled over. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he put the truck in park, leaned across the seat, and kissed me. The idea of him not being able to wait, being forced to pull over for this, only heightened the experience. His lips glided over mine, becoming familiar again. His hand, on my thigh, gathered the material of my dress until his fingers found flesh.
With it now hiked up, my leg exposed, his hand moved from my thigh inward until he reached the material of my thong. Pushing it easily aside, he wasted no time finding out exactly how much he turned me on. First one finger and then two, Lucas groaning as they easily slipped inside.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against my lips.
He resumed the kiss, his tongue and fingers working in tandem in the same rhythm, and it wasn’t long before I was pressing my hips up to him, circling them. So close. . .
“Lucas,” I whispered.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me.”
“I’m gonna come.” I looked into his eyes.
“Who are you coming for? Tell me, Charlee.”
“For you,” I managed.
“Say my name. Tell me, Charlee, who you’re coming for. Only me.”
“Only you, Lucas. I’m coming for you.” The return of his possessiveness, one that wasn’t out of control when we were younger but always lurked in the shadows, pushed me over the edge. I came apart in his hands, my entire body shuddering as Lucas leaned into me once more. This kiss was gentler, as if he were attempting to draw out every last bit of my climax.
It worked. For what seemed like ten minutes I continued to feel myself pulsating. Then, finally, it abated. My breathing returned to normal. Lucas sat up.
Deep breath.
I pulled my dress back into place, all the while watching as Lucas continued to smile at me.
“So much for not molesting me,” I teased. But then quickly added, “Although that’s not a complaint.”
“I did warn you, if you continued to look hot. . .”
