Page 30 of Resist
“Then I’d still be a gentleman and let you take the lead.”
“You’d let me, huh?” I scoffed before swallowing my oyster.
“I’d let you do whatever the hell you wanted,” Lucas mumbled loud enough for me to hear before, he too, downed his oyster.
Fire licked my insides at the thought of doing all the things I wanted to do, now, with him. I wanted to break him in ways he’d never known and let him try to heal me in ways no one else ever had.
But, again, I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Burying that very thought, I doused it with the last of my wine. This dinner — just the two of us — had been far from one of my finest decision making moments, as it was now late, and we hadn’t even talked about his solo performance.
“It’s getting late, Lucas, and we have to be on the road by nine a.m.” I patted the corners of my mouth with my napkin before placing it on top of my plate.
He furrowed his brow but didn’t argue. “Sure. But what about my ideas for the solo act?”
“You can tell me tomorrow,” I said, pushing my chair back and standing up.
Lucas did the same. “Right. Okay.”
He quickly drank the last of his beer then followed me to the counter where I signed the cheque and charged dinner to my room. We walked to the elevators, and he reached his hand to mine and stopped me in my tracks.
“Helena, did I say something wrong?”
I snapped my hand away. “No. It’s just late and I’ve got some things to finalise.” I pressed the elevator button like a woodpecker would peck wood.Come on, you stupid thing.
The cart sounded its arrival to our floor with a welcoming ding, and the doors slid open. I hurried inside and pressed level twenty-three then stood with my back against the wall, my breathing fast, my fingers clammy as they gripped the railing. Lucas stepped in after me and leaned in as he pressed level sixteen, his finger lingering on the button longer than necessary.
My God, he smelled delicious, like a musky mint on a rainy spring day, his close proximity divine yet unbearable. I wanted to throw my leg around his hip, run my fingers through his hair, and drag the tip of my nose along his neck. I wanted to inhale him like a cup of coffee after a week without caffeine.
Just as I was about to insist he step back and give me some much-needed space, his soft yet deep voice glued me to my spot.
“Helena?”
I looked up to meet his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?”
Lucas stared at my lips and I stared at his. It had been so long since I’d tasted a man’s mouth and a man had tasted mine — since I’d kissed in a way two people should kiss. I yearned for it; the touch, the connection. I yearned for him.Wait! What? He’s young enough to be my son. Stop this. Now!
“Lucas, we c—”
“Thank you for dinner,” he said, pushing back with a heated smile as the doors opened to his floor.
Lucas nodded then exited the elevator, and all I could do was stand there and talk to the three walls and two doors left standing with me.
“Y … you’re welcome.”
The door to my roomclosed behind me with a thud and I fell against it, my heart hammering in my chest. What had I been thinking, openly flirting with him like that? I was his boss and old enough to be his mother. It was insane. Then again, the way he made me feel was insane. I couldn’t remember the last time my body was so responsive to a man.
Pushing off of the door, a sharp rapping sound on the other side startled me. I froze then turned and peered into the peephole, spying Lucas with his hand gripping his hair, a troubled look on his face.
Without thinking, I opened the door. “Lucas, what’s wr—”
His body crashed into mine, his lips soft and warm as they touched me with a hunger I’d never experienced before. I opened my mouth and welcomed him, an amorous greed I’d buried deep within surfacing, unexpectedly, as I sought his tongue, my hands finding his shoulders, face, and hair.
“Oh God!” I breathed out. “We can’t … we can’t do this.”
He growled. “Yes, we can.”
