Page 21 of Prettiest Little Thief
“I wouldn’t be where I am if I wasn’t.” Lucas slid his phone into his pocket and his gaze finally met mine. Then trailed down to my alien night shirt. “Aliens,” he murmured.
“Yes, aliens.”
“Do you have any other night wear?”
“Do my alien pajamas bother you, Lucas?” I crossed my arms over my chest and quirked an eyebrow.
But he didn’t respond. His expression hardened, and he stood from the bed. “Get ready,” he barked before he stalked out of the room, leaving me to obey his command. I hated being bossed around, but what other choice did I have?
I threw back the sheets and took a quick shower. Since it was a cooler day, I dressed in thick black leggings, a pair of black and white chucks, and an off the shoulder, gray knitted sweater.
Once I had eaten, we left in one of Lucas’s fancy cars.
“Is Fox off duty today or something?” I asked as he pulled out onto the main road.
“He is. Why? Do you miss him?” His grip on the steering wheel tightened, but his eyes didn’t leave the road.
“Maybe.”
Lucas’s gaze swept to me, down my body and then back up to my face. “Are you fucking him?” He turned back to face forward. The bluntness of his question made me draw back in surprise. Not just surprise but disgust. Because no one had ever asked something so personal in such a vulgar way.
But instead of responding defensively, I figured I’d roll with it. “If Fox and I were… intimate, would it be a problem?” His jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth together. He remained quiet. So, I continued. “He is a handsome man, you know. Even my friend Evie was impressed with Fox.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Lucas ground out.
“Neither did you.”
“I asked you first.” His knuckles were bleached white with how tightly he held the wheel.
I threaded my fingers together in my lap. “No. We aren’t.”
Lucas relaxed minutely, and I waited for him to respond to the question I had asked him. Would it be a problem?
“It wouldn’t be a problem. But I wouldn’t like it either.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Why?”
“I just wouldn’t.” No other explanation.
“That’s not really an answer,” I replied. “But I think I know what it is.”
Lucas chuckled. “Yeah? And why do you think I wouldn’t like it.”
“Because I’m such an amazing kisser, you don’t want to share these lips with anyone.” I puckered and made kissing noises to tease him.
Suddenly, Lucas turned the car sharply, pulling off to the side of the road and putting it into park. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned in closely to me, crowding me. There wasn’t much space in the car to move away from him, but I put my back against the door and watched him with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly.
Lucas’s large hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me toward him. Our mouths were an inch apart, his breath caressing my skin. My nipples tightened beneath my sweater, and my body quivered in anticipation.
“You may be right about that,” he said in a husky whisper. He moved closer, and his lips touched mine. Softly. My belly buzzed with butterflies that spread outward. The slightest touch from Lucas sent my pulse skyrocketing and my body humming with need.
I flicked my tongue out, and he opened for me, tangling our tongues together. A deep groan vibrated from Lucas’s chest, and I placed my hand on his sternum, twisting my fingers in his black T-shirt.
His grip tightened on my neck before he pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine, his blue eyes piercing into me. “Do you think Fox can kiss you like that?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
