“What?” I asked.
“We’re leaving in thirty minutes. You make up an excuse and I’ll follow. Meet me in the parking lot.”
A thrill zoomed through me. He wanted to fuck me. He needed to fuck me. I would have done a victory dance if I hadn’t been so acutely aware of the wetness between my thighs.
“Deal,” I agreed. “I’ll go back first, and you take a minute to try to stop thinking about taking my bra off and burying your face in my boobs.”
His growl echoed after me as I danced past him, laughing.
We lasted twenty-two minutes. Twenty-two minutes of pure torture.
He stood behind me as I tried to focus on conversation with Naomi and Lina. But every time he touched me, his thigh crowding mine when he leaned in to order a drink, his finger tracing the bare skin between my skirt and sweater, I lost all train of thought.
Naomi finally gave me the perfect out and asked me if I was tired.
“I’m exhausted,” I fibbed. “It’s been a long couple of weeks, and I’m fantasizing about bed.”
Neither of those things was a lie.
“You’ve been through a lot,” she said with sympathy. “Go home. Get some sleep.”
“You sure you guys don’t mind?” I asked, stifling a fake yawn.
“I guess we’ll just have to settle for the testosterone trio,” Lina said. “Text me tomorrow.”
“I will,” I promised. “Good night, guys.”
Knox and Nash said their goodbyes. Lucian pretended to ignore me.
I sauntered out of the bar, adding an extra swing to my hips, and I felt him watching me the whole way to the door.
I was just unlocking my Jeep when I sensed a disturbance in the force. “Cheese and crackers! How did you get here so fast?”
“Long legs,” he said, gripping me by the arm and steering me toward his Jaguar. “Get in,” he said.
“What about my Jeep?”
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight after that little stunt in the hallway, you’re sorely mistaken. Get. In.”
I got in.
30
I Have to See a Man about a Pile of Frozen Rats Sloane
No touching,” he ordered as he put the car in gear.
“Geez. Bossy much?” I pouted.
“If you so much as graze my dick with your pinkie finger, I’m pulling over on a public road, dragging you across this console, and fucking you into oblivion.”
“That’s not a convincing argument for why I shouldn’t touch you.”
“If you’re a good girl and wait the four fucking minutes it takes to get home, I’ll strip you naked and worship every inch of your beautiful body with my cock, mouth, and hands.”
My hands fisted in my lap. Good enough for me. “Drive faster,” I told him.
My breasts felt heavy and swollen. My clitoris was throbbing. And I was so wet, I was thinking about renaming my lady parts Costa Rican Rainy Season. He’d let me taste him. He’d let me take him in my mouth. My heart pounded at the near victory.
The tires squealed when he zipped past my driveway and pulled into his. Neither of us said a word as the garage door rose in front of us. I didn’t ask why he’d brought me here instead of my place. I didn’t care. As long as he was about to touch me.
He pulled forward into the garage, and we were both out of the car in the span of a heartbeat. We met in front of the hood, and he took me by the hand and dragged me to the door. He slapped the garage door opener and manhandled me inside.
I was definitely not complaining that the touching moratorium was over.
Inside the ruthlessly organized laundry room, I shoved his jacket off his shoulders. It landed on the tile, followed by the coat he all but ripped off me.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said between kisses as we exited the laundry room and entered the kitchen area.
“Good,” I muttered, kicking off my boots. One landed under the dining room table; the other made it to the kitchen.
He grabbed me and kissed me until I couldn’t think straight. The hot, hard pressure of his mouth, the dominating strokes of his tongue. I felt cool air and realized he’d stripped my skirt right off. My sweater came next, leaving me in nothing but thigh-highs, my bra, and my soaking wet underwear.
Lucian’s gaze heated as he took a moment to sweep my body. “How am I supposed to not touch you when this is how you look?”
“Nothing’s stopping you now,” I said.
He opened his belt and I started to lose my mind. The zing of leather as he whipped it free made me tingle from head to toe.