Jamie nodded. “What do you do?”
Before she could answer, Lucian said, “She pleases me.”
James laughed. “I see. Do you find Mr. Patras difficult to please, Scout? I’m much easier to content than my friend here, you should know.”
Heat rose under her cheeks. Lucian chuckled and grinned at her. “Come here, Evelyn.”
She hesitated. The look in Lucian’s eye was patient, yet indomitable. Slowly she rose on shaky legs and walked around the table until she was standing beside Lucian. She was very aware of Jamie’s smiling gaze on her.
“Don’t be shy,” Lucian said as he took her hand and pulled her to sit on his knee.
His fingers pulled at the collar of her sweater, exposing a slight bit of skin. Her spine stiffened as his lips press there.
“Relax,” he whispered against her neck. His mouth kissed up to her shoulder and to the curve of her neck.
She looked into Jamie’s green eyes. They were no longer creased with laughter. He watched her carefully under lowered lashes, his hands folded over his chest. He was completely undisturbed by Lucian’s show of affection.
Lucian’s arm banded around her hips and she was pulled farther onto his lap. “I like being watched, Evelyn. Does that bother you?”
His fingers lazily traveled up and down the sweater covering her tummy. Her heart began to race. Watched doing what exactly?
“Jamie is a voyeur. Do you know what that means?”
When she didn’t reply he said, “It means he does well with an exhibitionist as his friend.”
Her lips parted as Lucian’s fingers gently lifted her sweater. Jamie’s gaze smoldered as he watched his friend’s hand slip under her top. Lucian didn’t expose her skin, but his touch was obvious. Her sweater pulled tight over his hand as it continued to draw circles on her belly. His touch was hot over her skin.
Easing her back to his chest, his knees pressed between hers. He separated his legs, drawing her denim-clad thighs apart. His left hand moved over her hip and stopped at the apex of her thighs as his right hand landed softly over her lace-covered breast. She gasped.
“Shh, he won’t see anything beneath your clothes. I’m just going to make you come.”
Her body tensed as his palm pressed down over her jeans and he rocked his fingers back and forth, applying pressure, kneading the area between her legs.
Scout tried to draw her legs together, but he used his own legs to stay her. His touch grew firm, surer. Jamie quietly groaned, but her eyes remained averted from his intense stare.
Lucian’s mouth continued to kiss her throat. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Evelyn. You like having my hands on you, don’t you?”
Her heart raced as a mixture of arousal and humiliation clogged her veins. Overwhelmed, she struggled to break his grasp, but his hold only tightened.
“Stay still.”
Why was he doing this in front of someone she just met? Was he purposely trying to embarrass her? Punish her for something?
Tears prickled her eyes and she blinked. His fingers molded over her sex, spiking the pleasure that warred with her modesty. It was easier to give in than to fight him. Something told her if she said stop he would, but for some reason he wanted this and some twisted part of her wanted to prove she could give it to him, no matter the mixed emotions rioting in her head.
Forcing herself to surrender, she quietly breathed. Her body tightened and twitched in places she wasn’t used to twitching. Her bottom clenched against his muscled thigh and his fingers moved faster.
“You’re close. I can sense it.” His voice and touch gentled her struggles.
Lucian Patras had some sort of horse-whisperer hold over her she couldn’t figure out. He changed her in ways no one else seemed capable of. It made her hate him and like him a little bit more. There was no black and white here, only shadows of innuendos and seedy intentions she was too inexperienced to navigate through.
The lace was pulled away from her breast as his warm palm cupped her in its place. His thumb touched the tip of her nipple and her spine trembled. A frightened rush filled her blood as she stared at Jamie staring back at her. Lucian was breathing hard and his body was rigid beneath her.
She cried out as he suddenly pinched her. His moist lips pressed into the flesh just below her ear. “Shh, feel the pain transcend into a slow burn. Are you ready to come now?” His hand slipped out from under her sweater and he sucked two fingers into his mouth. The hand at the crotch of her jeans lifted and quickly undid the snap at her waist.
Lucian’s wet fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pants and pressed into an extremely sensitive place. A startled gasp escaped her as he rubbed over her bare flesh fast and hard. She reflexively jerked.