Page 80 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
Then his gaze dropped slowly down to her body. “You’ve changed already,” he murmured, eyes lingering on the satin bathrobe that clung loosely to her curves. “That’s one hell of a welcome.”
Her nipples showed faintly beneath the thin fabric. She instantly crossed her arms tighter, mortified.
Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she glared at him. But Lucas just gave a small smirk, like her discomfort amused him.
“I’m going to get changed too. It’s boiling in this damn suit,” he muttered, pushing past her and heading straight into the bathroom.
Emily stood frozen, her body stiff as her mind spiraled. ‘He knows I lost my memory… he knows about my amnesia. If he didn’t even like me, then why hadn’t he broken up with me yet? What was going on inside his head?’
She walked over to the couch and sank down heavily, curling her legs beneath her. Her thoughts wouldn’t stop spiraling. ‘He’s stayed with me all these years—maybe out of some twisted sense of duty. He doesn’t even like me. Amelia is obviously more important to him… so why won’t he just let me go? Why is he still haunting me like this?’
A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open—and her eyes snapped up without thinking.
Lucas stepped out with only a towel wrapped low around his waist, chest bare, droplets of water glistening on his skin.
He ran a hand through his damp hair, then began walking toward her.
Emily’s breath caught as he neared. She shifted back into the couch instinctively, but he didn’t stop. He placed one hand on the back of the couch behind her and the other on the cushion beside her hip, caging her in.
Then he leaned down.
His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Why don’t you touch me like you used to… instead of just staring?”
Emily’s face burned crimson. She looked away, cheeks hot, embarrassed.
Lucas gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Why are you acting shy now?” he asked quietly, gaze piercing. “We used to sleep together all the time. Hell, you were the one begging for more—night after night, round after round.”
His fingers trailed from her cheek to the side of her neck, grazing her skin with maddening gentleness. Goosebumps rose along her arms as he continued downward, his touch barely there, just enough to make her shiver.
Her breath hitched.
Before she could react, his lips were on hers.
It wasn’t soft.
It was claiming—urgent, hungry.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging in to push him back. But he didn’t let go. One hand slid behind her neck,thumb stroking along her jaw, coaxing her to respond. The other cradled her throat, holding her with a maddening mix of control and tenderness.
His lips moved to the side of her neck, then lower, sending tremors through her body.
She tried to resist—to push away the wave of sensation—but he knew every inch of her. Every nerve that made her melt. Her body tensed beneath him… then slowly, dangerously, began to respond.
A soft moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
His mouth returned to her jaw, his kiss dark and drugging. She bit down on her lip, hating the way her body betrayed her.
Then his hand slid to the side of her chest, fingers brushing lightly over her nipple through the thin fabric.
She gasped—then snapped out of it.
Gasping for breath, she shoved against his shoulders, breaking free.
“Lucas, you need to stop,” she panted, her chest rising and falling. Her voice trembled, caught between pleasure and fury.
“I’m your boyfriend,” Lucas said, voice low and husky, breath fanning against her lips. “You can make out with me whenever you want—and do a hell of a lot more than that. So what are you shying away for? I’ve seen every inch of you, more than you probably even remember.”
