Page 73 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
“You being you.”
“I have no idea what that means anymore, you realize.” I should be appalled that I give him this, but he already knows how upside down I am. Though he’s convinced I am who I’m supposed to be.
“You’re a generous, giving woman, thinking about how to help others. It’s so automatic to you that you don’t even notice it. It’s your essence.”
There’s no way I can stop the heat creeping up my neck to my cheeks, so I turn away. Predictably he turns my face back to him with a warm hand on my cheek. He hates when I hide my emotions, but that’s just as much my so-called essence as anything else and one thing that’s still intact, for the most part. Except for major lapses at any given moment in Lucas’s company. I suppose that’s understandable, though I’ve never had this experience before, never this intimacy or this loss of control with a man, so it’s confusing.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says. I smile but it’s hard. He sighs because he knows it’s forced.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I say.
“Of course I’ll give him a job. He’s a good, trustworthy man. Can’t have too many of those around you in business.”
“Tell me about it,” I say. He takes my hand.
“I’m sorry, Melissa. I didn’t mean to—”
“Accuse me of having poor judgment of character? Why not? You’d be right.” It’s one of the reasons I’m hesitant about trusting my feelings right now.
“No, I think maybe your temporary setback has more to do with your choice of business associates than your lack of judgment.”
I lift my shoulders and drop them in an awkward shrug, not purposely awkward, but I’m so uncomfortable.
“Same thing. I’m naïve. Inexperienced. Can we not talk about this? I’ll be fine. I’m going to work harder than anyone they’ve ever seen at the bank. I’ll make well-thought-out, strategic decisions and now I’ll have more experience to draw on. So if I made a mistake due to poor judgment or lack of experience, I’ve learned my lesson. End of story.” I shut the issue into a locked drawer in my mind and meet his eyes.
“You’re right.” He says nothing more and I realize he’s complying with my wishes to close the topic. A surge of something warm and melty swirls in my gut and gets hold of my will, forcing me to lean in and kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips. I mash my mouth to his, open and earnest, wanting to show him how I feel, to give him whatever it is I have for him.
He responds, pressing his mouth to mine, nipping, plunging his tongue, holding the back of my head in one hand and letting the other hand roam my body, landing on my thigh, caressing. Moving his mouth from mine, he lowers it to my ear where the fine hairs stand on end with the thrill of his hot breath.
“You kiss like you really mean it. Did I ever tell you how that makes me feel? How you make me feel like the most important man on earth, the most fascinating, the sexiest—”
“My God, Lucas, you’re driving me crazy,” I say. His hot breath is stirring me into a lather, his words making me dizzy with pleasure. His soft chuckle makes me shiver, but not with cold. “You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive.” I breathe the words into his mouth, touching his lips with mine barely, feathering light kisses.
He always knows what to say and I know he always means what he says.Except when he lied to me, if by omission, about who he was.
Given that big fat lie-by-omission., I don’t know how I know exactly, but my confidence in that is unshakable and he’s done nothing to change my mind. Remembering how he was with his family, the strong loving man he is with me, I’m more sure than ever.
He grazes his teeth on my lower lip and nips it, sharp and quick. I jump, but he holds me in place, kissing the spot where he nipped and breathing heavily. That pleasant heat is pooling through me and gathering, but I try to control my breathing.
“I want to watch your beautiful face, watch you lose control and succumb to wild pleasure as you come. Can you come for me right now?” His words hum through me, sending me spiraling. I can’t answer. My mind is already lost to his heady sex talk.
“How long will it take you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He slips his fingers into my panties and glides them deep inside the wet folds of my pussy.
“Lucas . . .” I half moan, half choke the word.
“Is that all you have to say?” He breathes the words into my ear and I can hear the strain, the restrained desire. I move my hips under his touch, his gloriously perfect touch, the soft glide, the pressure, the swirl of his fingers and I feel weak.
“I want to make you scream.” He’s breathing harder, his words tight and raspy. “I want the driver to hear you and wonder. I want your face to glow with the steamy blood roaring through you as you struggle to a climax.” He’s saying this and flicking the nub of my clit. It’s like a wet swollen marble, and I writhe and push into his hand like a needy bitch in heat.
“I don’t want the driver to hear me.” It’s a struggle to speak as he sucks on my earlobe and strokes a finger slow and hard exactly where I need it. He knows me too well. My breathing is heavy now, like I’m running for my life.
“Then you’ll have to hold in your scream. Do you think you can do it, Melissa?” He taunts me, taking my hand with his free hand and pressing it against him so that I can feel his hard cock. I swear he makes it jump purposely to thrill me, to make my tension coil tighter. I can’t stay still and I bite my lip to stop from shouting out. Instead, I grab hold of his cock through his pants and squeeze and I’m satisfied when he grunts against my mouth then plunges his tongue inside mine.
The sound of his panting sends me over the edge until the rising euphoric pain clenches and the world stops for a split second before it bursts open, sending bits of me all over in a gush of orgasmic cream. My chest heaves and his mouth separates from mine as my hand on him loosens.
I feel his eyes on me as I try to see, to breathe again, while my pussy throbs in joy with tiny after-spasms. The look in his eyes is beyond excited, beyond adoring. It’s an animal look, the kind that says he plans to eat me alive, the kind that makes my heart leap with wild anticipation.
“I need to see the ecstasy on your face, see your eyes glass over, see the pink glow on your skin as you orgasm. I need to feel you clench and throb around my fingers as the waves roll again and again.” He’s rasping and there’s a tremor in his voice that matches the tremor in my pussy under his fingers.
