Page 16 of Resist
He nodded and stepped back.
“Right. So who’s nex—”
“I am,” Lucas shouted before I could finish.
He approached the stage with an eagerness I hadn’t seen in him before. Confidence hugged him like a cloak; his chest pressed outward, his head held high. My eyes locked with his, and heat flushed my body with the same vehement determination that swirled his irises.
I bit my lip, my body alert.
Lucas winked as he stepped onto the stage, and curse the lady parts I was born with, because when that man’s dimples popped into his cheeks, something popped deep within.
Something unexpected.
Something exciting.
… something exquisite.
It was a strange feeling, and not one I’d had in the longest of times.
By the time Lucas stoppedbeside me on stage, my pulse was a high-speed racing car and my breasts were firm and responsive. I could barely breathe let alone think straight, which was absolutely absurd given who I was or, more importantly, who he was.
The earthy musk of his aftershave mystified my senses, and I couldn’t help but be fixated to how well he wore his light-wash jeans and rather tight-fitting, long-sleeved, white t-shirt. They both clung to all the right places, accentuating perfect, not too big, not too small muscles adorning his arms, chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs. Let’s face it, every inch of him was ravenous.
My eyes wandered to his arse, and for a third time that morning I nearly fell off my seat.
“Right,” I said, choking, blinking, fidgeting, and doing practically anything and everything to avoid looking directly at him again. “W … Welcome to the Jungle, is it?” I didn’t wait for his response. “Yes. Okay. Dex—”
“Actually,” Lucas said, interrupting me. “I’ve been working on something else. Can I show you?”
My eyes slowly crept his body like a sloth would a tree until they found the fog that were his irises, which was when my jaw fell open. There was a beautiful innocence to Lucas: a polite smile, soothing eyes, and soft glowing skin. But in no way was his presence submissive or weak; every inch of him screamedman.Every ridge, bump, dip, and curve. He was hard, sleek, mouth-watering, and … sweet.
Damn him.
“Sh … sure,” I stuttered. “Of course.” Smoothing down the material of my dress, I nodded to the vast space of the stage. “Show me what you got.”
Lucas smiled, and those damn dimples sunk deep into his golden cheeks once again. I smiled back like a love-struck Disney princess then immediately snapped out of my bullshit.No, Helena. Just … no.
Something had to be wrong with me, something horribly, horribly wrong. Lucas was three years older than my son. Only THREE YEARS! Not to mention my vagina had Sleeping Beauty syndrome to anyone or anything other than my fingers and my Womanizer. She wasn’t to be woken by the kiss of a man, and definitely not by Lucas.
Signalling to Dex, Lucas gave him a thumbs-up when the smooth, sensual sound of “Freak Me” by Silk sounded through the speaker.Are you fucking kidding me?
It was one of those songs that instantly spoke of sex, like “Pony” and “Sexual Healing”, and you couldn’t listen to the lyrics and not picture naked bodies embroiled in sweat-dampened lovemaking.
Internally groaning, I swallowed hard when he started rolling his hips like he was fucking the air in the most salacious way possible. Slow, smooth gyrations that magnetised my line of sight and near made me drool. I desperately needed that sexed-up air in my lungs. It had been far too long. Two years. My celibacy rock solid since my divorce.
The muscles between my legs tensed, and I gripped the leather of the chair beneath me.No, no, no.I definitely didn’t needthattype of air in my lungs. I needed clean air, wholesome air … non-Lucas-fucked, pure breathable air.
Shifting in my seat as if I had worms or a bladder on roller skates, I crossed my ankles tight when he mouthed lyrics about wanting to lick me up and down.Sweet Jesus!
My mind ran rampant with thoughts of his tongue doing just that; trailing the skin of my inner thigh — warm, wet, and feverish. I realised at that point that my panties wouldn’t survive this and desperately wanted to scream stop and put an end to his performance before it had really even begun. But that wouldn’t have done either of us any good, mostly me, so I exhaled slowly and willed myself to get my shit together.
Lucas pinned me with eyes in need of satiation before reducing the distance between us, his determined steps slow and purposeful, his fingers unlatching the buckle on his jeans. I stared at the opened denim for the shortest of seconds then looked up just as his hands lifted the edge of his t-shirt and teased it over his abs.
For a man in his early twenties, he had the body of a god. Hard, ridged obliques that flanked a light, sexy sprinkling of hair trailing from his belly button to beneath the waistband of his underwear. I let go of my chair and uncontrollably touched my neck, my skin buzzing with need.Helena, what are you doing? Stop that!
Snapping my hand away, panicked that everyone had seen me fondling my décolletage, I pretended to fake-sneeze instead, apologising as I raised my wayward hand before placing it on my lap. Lucas paused for a second, his expression confused.
“Sorry,” I repeated. “Allergies. Please, carry on.”
