Page 7 of Empowered
She put a hand on his shoulder.Oh my sweet God, he’s so… sturdy.The amount of raw power lurking in this man’s body could be used to send Sarah to the stratosphere of sexual pleasure.
Oops. Her coat came undone and opened. If Lucas had been expecting a dress beneath it, he was sorely disappointed. A black pushup bra, thong, and garters would have to do, now wouldn’t they?
“I’m seducing you.” Her knuckles gently nicked his cheek. “Anything you want. For free.”
“Well, this is a turn of events.” Ah, but Lucas was the tiniest bit flustered. Sarah could tell from the way he shuffled in his seat, energy ready to burst from his body. “I’m used to doing the seducing.”
“If you want, you can do that.” Sarah turned. Her coat lifted high enough to expose her ass in his face. “Convince me to go into a private room with you, Lucas.”
That tenuous moment was filled with expectations. Sarah expected his hand on her ass. A kiss to her flesh. A growl in the throat. Words of sex, meant to turn her on, to entice her to sit in this man’s lap… legs spread with his zipper down.
She didn’t want to know his last name. What he did for a living. If he was married. What he had for dinner. All she wanted was his attention. On her. In her. Long enough to make her feel like she had some control in her damn life again.
“Why would I do that?”
Fantasy shattered.
“Because you want me, Lucas.” Sarah slowly turned her head over her shoulder, daring those illustrious blue eyes to defy her. “Because you have to have me. Because letting me walk away without acquiring carnal knowledge of my body will be the greatest regret of your life.”
“You presume to know my greatest regrets yet.” A growl powered through the undercurrent of his voice. Still, he did not look away from her eyes.
“No. I presume to know what you desire, sir.”
“Because…?”
He was fishing for the perfect answer. If Sarah failed to supply it, she could kiss this encounter goodbye.
“Because I want you as badly.”
Lucas eyed her with careful consideration. He sucked one of his cheeks into his mouth before looking away. He crossed his legs, in case Sarah accidentally saw the erection sprouting in his trousers. She kept her grin of triumph to herself.
“You don’t even know me, Angel.”
“That’s supposed to be my line, Lucas.”
He stood up behind her. His presence enveloped her, inviting her back against his chest, arms wrapped protectively around her. Sarah caught the eye of the server who had brought her the scotch. The woman smiled in approval and flashed the number four in her direction.Room 4 is available. Good to know.
“This whole night is so backward. Next you’ll be telling me you want to be on top.”
“Actually,” she said with a happy sigh, “I’d much rather you take the lead on that. If you don’t mind.”
“This has got to be some kind of trap.” Lucas bit his knuckle, as if he could barely restrain himself from grabbing her and hauling her off to the nearest bed.What’s stopping you? I don’t have all night.“What’s your story, Angel?”
“Don’t you know the story of any angel, sir?” Sarah stepped away, her hand lingering against his chest. His hard, devilish chest that was a greater siren song than that warm voice echoing in her ears. “Once we’re doing shit like this on Earth, we’re considered fallen goods.”
“A fallen angel hasn’t done anything good with her existence.”
“If you don’t consider doing this something good,” she began, walking in the direction of Room #4, “then I don’t know what to tell you. You either want me or you don’t, Lucas. No strings attached. Should be a dream for you.” She winked at him.
He followed her.
