Page 46 of Prettiest Little Thief
From over the wall, Lucas gripped my hand and pulled me toward him. I gazed up into his eyes. “Your favorite color is red. November sixth is your birthday.” He looked up as if in thought before his azure eyes landed on me again, then continued. “And angel food cake is your favorite dessert. With extra strawberries.”
My mouth popped open in surprise. “How did you know that?”
He chuckled and placed a finger beneath my chin. “Because I happen to pay attention to the woman I have feelings for.”
My throat dried as Lucas’s mouth inched closer to mine. My head tilted back, and I stared up at him through lowered lashes.
“Then why didn’t you tell Gianna that?” My voice was breathy, as I had a hard time putting together words. The nearness of him pulsed through me. His thumb caressed my bottom lip.
“I’m a private man, Monroe. Even where my family is involved. The less information I give them, the better.”
“Oh.” It was all I could say.
“I’m going to kiss the shit out of you now.” It was his only warning. Lucas’s mouth collided with mine. Gentle but firm. I looped my arms around his neck as his fingers threaded into my hair, and he pulled softly. Goosebumps rolled outward from the slight sting, and my nipples pebbled beneath my sweater, pulling a soft moan from me.
Lucas’s gentleness swiftly turned into primal need. He nipped at my lips and then swept his tongue into my mouth. The growl that came from him made my legs shake as I stood on the ice, with him on solid ground.
In the midst of our make out session, the rumble of the Zamboni behind me broke me out of the trance of Lucas Knight. It also broke our kiss.
A loud whistle from the driver of the machine echoed into the space, and I laughed, my cheeks heated with embarrassment. Lucas was just as amused, and he laughed along with me.
With our foreheads together, he grumbled, “You taste so fucking good.”
“This isn’t some kind of joke like last time, is it?”
Please, God, don’t let him mess with me again.
“No. No joke. I promise.” He stood to his full height and released me. A coldness was left behind where his hands had been. “Do you have an answer for me yet?”
I rolled my lips. “I just have a few requests.”
“Go on.”
“I want to know whyAnastasia’s Keepsakeis so important to you.”
A pained look crossed his normally stoic resolve.
Newcomers to the ice rink started to come in and lace up, distracting me from our conversation. “You can tell me later. Maybe when we get back home?” I placed a hand over his.
A slight nod from Lucas.
“But in the meantime, get some skates on, you’re coming skating with me.”
His brows raised. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It’s a great idea, and one of my requests. Come on.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucas
“I can’t believe you’ve never been skating before today,” Monroe said.
“It just was never a priority.” I shrugged and set Monroe’s bag on the ground by the front door of my home.
Monroe had looked beautiful as she glided across the ice, a huge smile pasted on her face, her nose and cheeks pink from the cold of the chilled air in the arena. Dark hair moved around her shoulders as she twirled like a ballerina on ice, her brown eyes lit up with glee.
And me, I fell on my ass more times than I would like to admit. She laughed and helped me to my feet, giving me tips on how to maneuver across the frigid surface. The sound of her snickers had made my heart speed up, and the need to kiss her again swallowed me whole. To claim her as mine.
