Page 30 of Heart Match

‘What?’ I find my voice to ask, and it comes out breathy.

The doors close, but the lift doesn’t move as we haven’t pressed any buttons.

‘You know what I really want to do?’ he asks softly.

‘Hmm?’ I murmur more than say.

My eyes are burning, only staring at him. My mind is swimming in dirty thoughts, thinking about the things I’d like to do to him.

‘Taste you right here,’ Luc says, running the rough pad of his thumb over the skin of my neck.

I feel my heart pulsing in my ears, throbbing in my temple.

‘And then?’ I dare to ask, joining his game.

He grins a wicked grin, one I’m starting to enjoy more each time.

‘Lick you right here,’ he whispers in my ear, lightly brushing the shell with his soft lips.

Now I’m losing power over my legs; my knees are going weak.

‘And then?’ I whisper back.

He looks at me. Now we’re face to face, our noses almost touching.

‘Kiss you right here.’ He touches and parts my lips with his thumb as his eyes focus on the spot he’s touching, drinking me in.

‘Why don’t you?’ I say, breathless, watching his heavy-lidded eyes.

He closes the remaining distance between us and presses his body against mine, one hand lost in my hair, the other pressed against the metal, just above my head. When the skin of his lips meets the skin of my neck, I decide I can’t fight against this. I’m too weak to resist Luc, I’m already too involved to say no.

His tongue strokes my neck, gently. Its warmth against my skin makes my panties wet and my heart beat louder against my chest. I sink my fingers into his hair and it feels just as goddamn good as I thought it would. I tug hard on it, pulling him towards me, possessing him, just as I tilt my head enough to give more skin for him to taste.

The doors open, and startled, we pull apart as fast as we can, as if we were caught doing something unlawful.

It’s Mr. and Mrs. Warner from the third floor. He clears his throat, she lets out a shy smile. Luc exchanges places with me, placing me in front of him holding me by the waist, and I know exactly why he’s done it when his hard erection presses against the small of my back. I do what I can to ease my breathing and put on a poker face for the Warners. They are old enough to be my parents, in fact, they know my parents from when they used to live here too, in my current flat. They’ve known me since I was born.

‘How are your parents doing, Olivia?’ asks Mrs. Warner.

I clear my throat before replying, just to check my voice’s still there. ‘They’re good, thanks.’

I let out a forced smile, and both of them smile back. Luc gives a gentle squeeze on my hip. I’m sure the heat on my face reveals what we’re up to.

‘Send them regards. We hope to have dinner with them again sometime soon,’ says Mrs. Warner, politely as she has always been.

‘I will,’ I say with the most innocent face I can muster, but very much aware of what’s going on behind my back, literally.

The ride to the third floor is excruciating. All the while Luc holds me against him by my waist. As soon as we are left alone in the lift again he presses the button to my floor, not his. He then places his lips on my ear, giving me goosebumps from head to toe taking me by surprise. He’s now tracing his warm and soft tongue along my ear, picking up where we left off. I close my eyes and lean my head back against his chest closing any possible distance we still might have between us.

He spins me around and presses me against the mirror facing me. He looks drunk, I feel giddy. His magnetic blue eyes fix on mine and it looks like they’re begging for something. He pulls me by my hair towards him, his long fingers threaded through my hair, then his warm wet lips are on mine. His demanding mouth parts my lips and his tongue fills me, satiating my need of him. I welcome his gesture in full force, my hands are buried in his dark hair, and his are now tracing my spine down to my ass.

The doors open and we manage to step out of the lift without breaking apart, our kisses growing more frantic by the second. We are all hands on each other, until he holds my hands up above my head and against my flat’s door. He’s the only one touching now. He chooses my nipples to play with his free hand as his tongue’s still inside my mouth. I moan, losing my mind. Right now he has all the power over me and I can’t do anything but accept it and let him do what he wants.

I normally am the one who dictates how this goes, but against Luc I have no chance, unless I still had some remaining willpower within me, but it seems that I don’t. I try anyway, ‘Wait,’ I say, gasping for air as I break our kiss.

‘What?’ he’s as breathless as I am, and his blue eyes are dilated staring into mine, his mouth red from my lipstick, his hair a complete mess. He smells like sex even though we haven’t had any. Yet.

He’s still staring at me waiting for me to say something, but I can’t speak. All I can do is try to make my mind think rationally about all this.

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