Page 93 of Resist
“In my suite, why? Has something happened?”
“You’re in your suite?”
“Yes! Why?”
His words were slightly muffled when he said, “She’s in her suite, guys.”
“Lucas, what’s going on?”
“Why didn’t you answer the door when I knocked?”
“Probably because I was in the shower and didn’t hear you.”
His words were muffled again, “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Lucas—”
“I’m on my way up.”
“What? No. I’m about to go to bed—”
He hung up before I could finish.
“Damn it!” I placed the wine on the bedside table and grabbed the fluffy, white robe from the wardrobe, tying the sash when there was a knock at the door.
Grumbling, I opened it and let him in. “Lucas, whatever it is, it can wait. I’m tired. I just want to go to bed.”
He turned to face me, one hand gripping his hair. I loved when he stood like that because it showcased his very yummy arms. Sadly, he only ever did it when he was angry.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
“Why would you be worried?”
“You didn’t not answer your phone or the door. I didn’t know if you were okay.”
My heart clenched at his concern, so I stepped up to him and draped my arms over his shoulders. “That’s very sweet of you but, clearly, I’m fine. A little water-logged, but fine.”
“I promised to keep you safe,” he said, touching his nose to mine.
Lucas teased my mouth open with the tip of his tongue, strengthening the kiss when he placed his hand on the back of my head. His embrace was comfort wrapped in desire, his kiss soft but starved of air. It was everything you’d want when your lips touched another’s.
Not less than a minute ago, I wanted to curl up in fresh linen sheets and go to sleep, hoping that when I woke, today would never have happened. But, now, with Lucas’s tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body, I wanted him to make me forget Colin even existed.
Threading his hand underneath my thighs, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the dining table, carefully placing me down on top.
“What are you doing?” I leaned back on my hands.
He checked the sturdiness of the solid hardwood table by thrusting his hips into the side. I cracked up laughing but stopped short when he took hold of the sash on my robe and pulled it free of the loops, both sides falling open to reveal my naked body.
“Mm,” he moaned and sunk his head into the crook of my neck, his hand coming to rest on my breast.
He massaged and kneaded then pinched my nipple before giving it a quick slap. I gasped and flared my eyes at him, but he only chuckled before continuing to trail his lips down my neck, kissing and nipping until he was sucking on my chest. I sighed, and my legs fell open, my body heating.
“Lie back,” he said, helping me to lay flat on the table. “And lift your arms.” He looped the sash around my wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
