Naughty or Nice

‘Don’t kiss me.’

I palm his chest and he frowns.

‘Don’t make this about more than sex.’

His head tilts to one side as he studies me, the meaning of my words sinking in. ‘Last time I checked, kissing was quite an essential element—quite an irresistible element.’

He looks to my mouth, eyes hungry, and as though emphasising his point he runs his teeth over his lower lip. God, yes. My tummy contracts on a rush.

‘Oi-oi! Get yourself a room!’ one of the passing revellers declares, and there

’s a string of cheers and laughter from his crew.

Lucas doesn’t flinch—doesn’t even back away. ‘A room sounds like a good idea to me.’

He reaches around me with his other hand and brings me closer. Close enough to feel his hardness pressing between us. Damn suits and their forgiving cloth. I didn’t need any confirmation of his impressive trunk. Not when I’m hanging by a thread.

My hands soften against him. ‘This isn’t a good idea.’

‘Au contraire. I see it as the only way to get our business off on the right foot.’

He leans back in, his mouth hovering by my ear once more.

‘I need to know how it feels to be inside you...to cease the raging fantasy and know the real thing. I need to know so I don’t spend every meeting thinking about what it would be like to bend you over and fuck you hard.’

Air flutters past my lips. I could come just listening to his dirty talk. No one has ever spoken to me like this. No one.

‘Lucas...’

It’s not his name that betrays my every want. It’s the husky intonation, the plea-like quality of my voice. I don’t care that the revellers are now wolf-whistling and cheering, entertained by our display.

My body surrenders and my lashes close... ‘Your room or mine?’

CHAPTER FOUR

SHE OPENS HER eyes and for a second, I wonder if she will still refuse me.

Something vulnerable, something edgy persists in her gaze, but then she turns and walks away.

No refusal, then...

I follow.

She hasn’t told me to go. She hasn’t told me to stay.

But one thing I’m sure of, Evangeline does what she wants and I’ll go along with it until she tells me otherwise.

Hell, I don’t want this to be about more than sex either. It will only muddy the waters, exposing us both to a future headache neither of us needs.

But not kissing her?

That’s like being gifted a three-course dinner without the main course.

And those lips...

She turns to look at me now as she pushes the door open and holds it for me. They curve a little and her lashes lower as I step forward. I want to taste them...to feel them part beneath my pressure...to swallow her moan with the one I know I’d give.

Because I’ve only tasted them once, and the memory is burned into my soul.