Page 74 of Would You Rather
I haven’t even attempted to move yet, and part of me knows I should. But I don’t want to. His heart picks up pace beneath my palm as I tentatively explore, my fingers gliding across his bare chest, spotting a few tattoos on his arms and chest.
His breathing grows heavier, a subtle reaction to my touch, and I can’t resist snuggling even closer, drawn to the comforting scent that surrounds him. He smells so good. I breathe him in again, and he moves this time. A slight twitch in his lower abdomen.
I stiffen, curled up against him. “Did you just sniff me?” Lucas’s deep, husky voice shatters the moment, pulling me out of our intimate embrace. Panic courses through me as I lift my eyes to meet his, only to find a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Has he been awake this whole time? “What?” My eyes widen. “No.”
A sultry laugh escapes his lips, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s rough and raspy and warms my body. “You little liar,” he teases, closing his eyes again. His hand moves gently up and down my back, and I realize that I’m still cuddled up against him.
It’s also in that moment that I feel something digging into my leg. My brows furrow for a second, but as soon as I realize, I gasp, pulling back. “Oh my god. Get up.”
He groans, tightening his hold on me. “You’re so soft and warm,” he says. “Just a little longer.”
I can’t even explain what those words do to me. A warm sensation pools in the pit of my stomach, and I’m rendered speechless. I bite down on my lower lip, desperate to stifle any embarrassing sounds that might escape. “Lucas,” I whisper. “You’re… You… Why are you hard?”
Lucas cracks open one eye and lets out a laugh, his gaze dropping to meet mine. “It’s morning,” he points out.
I blink up at him, my cheeks warming. “And that’s an excuse?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, a playful smile gracing his lips.I really like his smile. “It’s not an excuse. It’s just what happens in the mornings.”
I can still feel it pressed up against my leg, and I instinctively shift my leg against it. He lets out a low groan that travels straight to my core, building a need inside me. “I can go take care of it right now… if you want me to,” he whispers.
I look up at him, seeing his eyebrow lift in question. My teeth capture my bottom lip between them. My core throbs, and I swallow harshly, the intensity between us leaving me breathless. “Won’t it just… go down?” I ask him.
He lets out a low chuckle, his tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip. His eyes remain locked onto mine. “Not if you keep looking at me like that,” he says, his voice laced with seduction.
I swallow so harshly that the sound echoes through the room. My heart races, and my breaths grow heavier with the seconds ticking between us. “Now,” I say, my cheeks burning up. “Please.”
His laughter fills the room as we disentangle from each other. “Your wish is my command,” he says as he rolls out of bed, leaving behind an emptiness without his warmth beside me.
My gaze follows his every move as he strolls around the bed, making his way toward the bathroom. Which means my eyes drop down to the tent he’s pitching in his boxers, straining against the fabric. My eyes widen and a gasp escapes me, but not without him noticing before he walks inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
It isn’t long until I hear the shower turn on, and I let myself picture it. The water cascades down his back as he steps inunder the hot water, butt-ass naked, and wraps a fist around his cock. His eyes closed as he groans, tipping his head back, fucking his fist until he releases all over his stomach.
I lie back on the bed, the room feeling uncomfortably warm. My body heats with an intense desire that courses through me, making me vividly aware of every inch of my skin and sending shivers down my spine. My hands skim my lower belly, running my fingertips all over my skin.
I let out a shaky breath, my fingers dipping lower and lower until they graze the top of my pajama shorts. I snap the fabric, feeling the soft silk graze against my skin with every little touch.
But then the shower cuts off, and I pull my hands up just in time for the door to open.
Lucas walks out, his body clad only in a white towel that clings low around his waist. So low that every chiseled line of his meticulously cut abs is on full display while water droplets glisten on his warm, tan skin.
“That was quick,” I tell him, my cheeks warming.
He shoots me a knowing smirk. “I only had one thought in my mind.” I follow his every move as he walks around the bed, reaching into his suitcase to grab some clothes. He grins, his gaze lingering on mine before disappearing back into the bathroom.
I can’t help but let out an aggravated groan as I tip my head back. Why does he have to be so hot?
When he emerges from the bathroom again, my head snaps up, and my attention is immediately drawn to him. “You want breakfast?” he asks.
“Room service?” I ask him, sitting up on the bed. “That’s expensive.”
He grins. “I’ve got the money,” he assures. “But no, I mean go out for breakfast. There’s a place nearby I used to go to whenever I had a shoot.”
“Right.” I smooth the comforter over my legs, leaning back against the headboard. “You used to live here.”
He nods, sitting at the edge of the bed. “For a while, yeah.”
