Page 6 of Clash Of Worlds

He was turning my head with his sweet words, causing butterflies to fly around in my stomach, and his stare, his hard intense look, was causing goosebumps to break out. Let’s not forget to mention that I might have soaked my panties a time or two already.

And all of this was new to me. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

What could I say?

I liked it. A lot. I wasn’t sure I wanted it to go away.

The scary part about that? He was the rival, and I wasn’t supposed to be feeling like this at all about this man, or anyone in his family.

“Can I share something, Lucia?”

“By all means.”

“I want to kiss you. I don’t think I’ve had such an urge before. And definitely not with a woman I just met.”

“We can’t kiss on an open floor. My dad would kill you.”

“What open floor?”

I finally tore my gaze away from his face to glance around us, picking up on the fact that he had managed to sneak us into a dark corner. I wasn’t sure how he did, but I wasn’t going to think about that now.

Without thought, and without giving him time to think, I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

The moment our lips touched, the butterflies took off even faster in my stomach, causing my breath to catch and my knees to give out.

His strong arms encircled my waist and hauled my body against his, making us flush. And Lord have mercy, I don’t think anything had ever felt so right before.

Not only did he own everything from that moment, but he also owned everything moving forward.

He wasn’t my first kiss, but the perfect feel of his lips, the scent of him wrapping around me, the way he felt so right against me, was making me lose every thought to him and him alone.

And I had no problem with that, now or forever.

~ Chapter Four ~

Trevor

Shit, shit, shit!This wasn’t supposed to happen.

My hands were not supposed to be sliding down her back to cup her ass, only to press her closer to me.

My tongue was not supposed to be wrapped around hers, showing her what it could do, not just here, but all over her body.

My hard dick was not supposed to be pushed against her belly, making her shake in my arms from longing; the same shaking I was enduring.

But was I stopping it?

Not by a long shot.

In fact, I was trying to figure out how to move us far away from all prying eyes and into a room where I could have my very wicked way with her yet still treat her well enough so that her dad didn’t come into the room like a raging lunatic.

As much as I wanted to do so much more to her, I knew this wasn’t the place. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe I could talk to her dad if I wanted more.

But Lucia wasn’t the type of woman I could screw and walk away from. Her dad would have my head on a platter.

Both heads for that matter.

And though this woman in my arms was every bit the temptress, goddess, and siren I would love to have, she’s not the one for me.

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