Page 67 of Resist
He touched my lips with his finger. “She wasn’t you.”
“No, she wasn’t.”
A tear fell from my eye.
“I want you, not her.”
“You can’t have me.”
Lucas slid his arm around my back to support me before I fell, so I lowered my injured foot to the ground and wiped my cheek.
“Why not?”
“Because no one can. He won’t allow it.”
He tilted my chin up. “Who? Colin?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t give a fuck about him.”
“You should; he’s dangerous.”
More tears descended my cheeks and Lucas wiped them with his thumbs. “Do you want to be with me?”
“That doesn’t matter.”
His eyes held mine. “Do. You.Want. To be with me?”
“YES!”
“Then it’s all that matters.”
His lips once again touched mine, this time softer and with less urgency. I let them stay there, let them nip and suck. I let mine do the same, let my hands travel his shoulders, neck, and hair. I didn’t stop a thing, because I didn’t want to.
I wanted him.
Panting ferociously, we tasted each other until he lifted me up and sat me down on a tall storage box, my skirt climbing my thighs as he pushed it up my legs. We continued to kiss one another until Lucas slipped his hand inside my panties and slid his finger along my clit. I cried out and bucked against the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
He smashed his lips onto mine again, kissing feverishly along my jaw and neck, tits and chest, then he slid two fingers inside me.
I moaned and placed my hands on his shoulders so I could rock my hips to the tempo of his hand’s thrust, moving quicker and quicker, deeper and deeper.
“Come on, baby. Come on my hand.”
I shook my head, but my climax grew by the second, my body heating, my tits bouncing with his jerking movements. I tried not to, but I cried out as my orgasm hit me, which was when the door to the function room opened.
My hands shot up to cover my mouth, my eyes wide, Lucas’s fingers still sliding in and out, each stroke slower than the last.
“Stop,” I whispered, placing my hand on his, holding it still.
He removed his fingers and ducked his head down, his tongue lashing me in one long, slow swipe. My entire body jerked at the sensation, and I nearly slid off the box.
He chuckled. “Shh.”
“Lucas stop,” I whispered. “I think somebody’s coming.”
