Page 29 of Lorcan's Obsession

I stared at his thick, rosy lips remembering his sweet taste inside my mouth. I wanted to kiss him, badly, but I knew I shouldn’t yet. Kissing him was dangerous. His tongue did unusual things to me. Those lips unraveled my mind and left me open for him to read in ways I'd never been before.

Each uncertain breath pushed my tits against the straining top of my dress, and I fidgeted with the hem as I looked at him. Lorcan must have caught my nervousness because he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around me. The gesture wasn’t possessive or arousing, but grounding and understanding.

"Hi." That tempting honey caramel baritone made my core clench.

"Hi." I stared deep into his silver eyes, looking for answers. Everything in my life had a justification, a reason. Now, I was crazy to discover why my mind bounced like a ping-pong ball in his presence.

Lorcan angled his face to meet mine, his eyes gentle and patient. The extra six inches on my height today placed my face close to his neck and stubble. I nosed the sensitive arch along his shoulder, inhaling him, getting lost in that fresh spice, woodsy, and intriguing green scent that still eluded me.

A low growl vibrated in his chest.

"You look breathtaking tonight," he whispered close to my ear, his lips lightly grazing my sensitive lobe.

"Thank you. You look amazing too." I blushed, listening to the strong and steady beat of his heart and burying myself in his reassuring hold. This was going to be harder than I expected if my body was going to keep yearning for his every touch.

"Hey! We are still at the table!" Dom yelled, bringing us back to the present.

We pulled apart, but his arm stayed wrapped around my waist, and my fingertips were spread open on his concrete-hard chest.

"Thanks for the drinks. Selena will be raving about it all night."

"It was my pleasure," he answered. "Is she the loud one?"

I nodded as Selena shouted excitedly about the new drinks. “Ready to meet them?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I was sure they’d be very excited to meet him too. Hopefully, they wouldn’t do anything too stupid. Gripping his hand before facing the horny lioness pack, I began the introductions. "Ladies, this is Lorcan. Behave if you can." I started from my right. "Mia is our gentle soul. Kora is our sanity compass, and Selena is—uniquely Selena. You've met Dom at the Four Seasons."

He extended his hand and smiled when greeting each of my friends. Mia froze while ogling him, Kora cussed about his hot look, and Selena outrightly murmured, “Fuck me, Sally.” When he reached Dom, they fist-bumped and hugged while Lorcan whispered something into his ear. That puzzled me. Were they friends? Dom said he didn't know anything when I asked about him a few days ago.

A little bit of possessiveness spiked in me, although it wasn't unusual for us WAPers to pass along phone numbers from the one-nighters that played both sides to Dom. Lorcan was mine tonight. Dom would have to wait and try his luck after I was done with him.

"I have a table upstairs for us,” Lorcan said to me. “I'll wish Selena a happy birthday, and we can head up. Is that okay?"

"It is." I smirked sheepishly. "Be careful with her. She's waiting to check you out. She’ll cop a feel if you don’t watch her," I warned.

As Lorcan returned from Selena's seat, she mouthed, "He's too hot. You gotta choke on it." She made a big "O" with her mouth, poking her finger inside and out as if her words hadn't been explicit enough. Lorcan caught the last of it and shook his head, laughing.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I am," I said, picking up my red clutch from our table, eager to leave my over-expressive friends and be alone with him. I mean, the quicker we were in, the quicker we’d be out, right?

Our fingertips slotted like a fitting puzzle as we followed behind the club bouncer paving the way for us. Clubbers watched us crossly, and several ladies threw me jealous looks, but I didn’t care. I was too busy relishing the heated grip of Lorcan’s hand and the tender touches of his fingertips.

As soon as we reached our table upstairs, he pulled me flush against him. Taking charge, he enveloped my face with his hands, locking my jaw in a dominating grip. The air crackled with lust so powerful it silenced everything around us. Our chests heaved in anticipation, and I closed my eyes, waiting for a mind-numbing kiss.

Only he didn't do that. He licked me.

A brush of his tongue along the edge of my lower lip in a slow, devouring lick that left me gasping. My strategies were shuffling like a Rubik's cube, and my brain was mush. I choked on a purr, my own fucking purr!

Lorcan pulled back to stare into my eyes with the hunger of a starving man, and his hands left trails of lascivious promises on my body.

"Lorcan," I breathed.

"I had to do that. It's all I've been thinking about for the past two days. I wanted to feel you with my tongue."

Sweet mother. His words were a potent aphrodisiac. Here I was, thinking I would disarm him tonight, but he was beating me at every turn. My core pulsed, and it was all I could do not to explode with need.

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