Page 26 of Beautiful Harmony

Her face went hot at that ridiculous thought. Lucas wasn’t between her legs. He was just sitting in front of her. Besides, it wasn’t like he coulddoanything sexual to her in this position.

No, but you could have some fun with him. Perfect position to reach down and give him a hand job.

Oh Jesus, her face would catch fire if it got any hotter. Thinking Lucas would want a hand job from her was insanity.

He could close his eyes. Pretend it was someone pretty rubbing his dick.

Her burgeoning lust died instantly. Occasionally, she would forget about her birthmark, forget that she was ugly, but if there wasn’t a stranger ready to remind her, her own brain was happy to do it.

It’s just a mark.

She took a deep breath, staring at Lucas’s hands as he worked stitch after stitch. His tension was so much better, and she was ridiculously proud of him. He still had a long way to go, but correct tension was key to knitting, and she had no doubts that he would eventually finish his mom’s scarf.

The clicking of the needles stopped, and Lucas said, “Holy shit.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m knitting,” he said.

She laughed. “That’s the point of the lesson.”

“No, I know, but I’m actually knitting. My tension isn’t even that bad.”

“Your tension is great,” she said. “You figured it out.”

She leaned closer, relishing the feel of Lucas’s muscular back against her breasts, and studied the knitting swatch. “It looks amazing.”

He turned his head, the child-like delight on his face making her smile. “I can’t believe it.”

“I told you that you could do it,” she said.

“Only because you’re an incredible teacher,” he said.

She shook her head. “Don’t sell yourself short, Lucas.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m acknowledging how amazing you are.”

She realized how close their faces were at the same moment his gaze dropped to her mouth. Her instinct to pull back, to turn her head so he couldn’t see the left side of her face, disappeared when Lucas’s gaze turned hot.

Was that desire on his face?

“Lucas,” she said in a low voice. “I…”

“You’re amazing and so fucking beautiful.” His hand reached up and cupped the right side of her face, his long fingers pressing against the back of her skull, his thumb stroking along her cheekbone. “I really want to kiss you, Emma.”

“Lucas, we can’t….”

“Only one kiss, baby,” he said. “Only one.”

He tugged lightly, and mesmerized by the look on his face she leaned forward.

The shrill ring of her cell phone made them both jump. She pulled free and sat back, pushing on Lucas’s back until he stood and she could get up off the couch and away from his much too tempting mouth.

She grabbed her phone, her trembling finger pressing the answer button. “Hi, Rayna.”

“Hey! Are you busy?” Rayna asked.

“Um, no,” she said, keeping her back to Lucas. “What’s up?”

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