Page 31 of Resist
Okay, well, maybe we can.
I dismissed the consequences for the first time in my life and let his mouth kiss and lick a trail down my neck while his hands wrenched my dress aside, freeing my breasts. Cool met fire and my nipples drew taut, instantly budding between his lips and fingertips.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured as he sucked and kissed, his fingers kneading me with a gentle ferocity.
My head fell back against the wall and my body exploded with pleasure. “Lucas,” I panted, my hands biting into his arms.
He growled again and dropped to his knees before me, his mouth feverish as he kissed his way down my body to the tops of my thighs.
“Open your legs, Helena.”
I did as I was told and widened my stance, the hem of my dress inching higher. Lucas helped it over my hips and sucked in a deep breath, his misty eyes frozen, his strong jaw locked. I watched for a second as it clenched ever so slightly before he let out a slow blow of air, warmth flittering across my panties and forcing my hips to angle closer to his face.
Leaning forward, he pressed the tip of his nose against my pussy and dragged it up and down as he breathed me in. “Mm, you smell delicious.”
I reached down and gripped the back of his head, pushing him deeper. I wanted desperately to fuck his pretty face with its ridged lines and chiselled edges.
“Fuck, Helena.” Lucas hooked his fingers underneath my panties and wrenched them aside, not one second wasted before he dove forward and lashed me with his tongue.
I bucked under the sensation, nearly collapsing to the floor, his hand sliding from thigh to my hip to hold me firm.
“Open wider,” he murmured, licking his lips as he looked up at me. “I don’t want to miss a single inch of you.”
Any restraint or will to fight whatever it was between us dissolved in that moment, and I let go, physically and mentally, hooking my leg over his shoulder and spreading wide for him like he’d asked.
Lick.
Flick.
Swipe.
Rub.
Suckle.
I was drunk with every sensation he was gifting me, delirious and high, euphoric and dreamy. I couldn’t look straight, couldn’t stand straight … couldn’t hear straight. Bells were ringing in my ears, louder and louder, until everything faded away and Lucas was gone, his head no longer buried between my legs.
What the hell?
Opening my eyes, sunlight hit me like headlights in the night, as did my alarm, which was blaring from my phone beside the bed. My body wore a light sheen of sweat and my chest was tight, my lungs very slowly regulating their intake of oxygen.
I looked around my hotel room, confused. “It was a dream?”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I blinked and searched the room with a little more clarity. “IT WAS A DREAM! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
The wheels of my suitcaserolled with difficulty over the cobblestone path toward the bus, and I smiled gratefully at our driver as he butted out his cigarette and made his way toward me.
“Here, let me get that for you,” he said, reaching for my case.
“Thank you, Barry.”
“Not a problem at all, boss.”
I sighed, shrugged off my grey blazer, and folded it over my arm, having underestimated the distance from the hotel door to the bus in the humid weather. “Why does everyone feel the need to call me ‘boss’?”
Barry chuckled and retracted the handle of my case before lifting the giant Samsonite into the luggage compartment as if it were no heavier than a small block of cheese.
It was heavier,muchheavier.
