Page 48 of Once Upon A Player
I blink.What?Is he for real? When he doesn’t follow up his comment with his famous smile but simply gazes at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes, my insides melt.
He isn’t laughing at me.
“Well, it’s true.” I give a little shrug. “I’ve met some entitled prats in the past, but compared to you, they had nothing to brag about.”
“Whoa, Violet.” Now he grins, and although this is Lucas Carter and his smile alone is enough to sell anything from cars to cologne, there’s something different about it. Something special and rare, for my eyes only.
Don’t get carried away, Vi.Unfortunately, I thinkthatboat sailed the second time I met him.
He tugs on my hand, and after a second’s hesitation, I go sit on his lap. He loops his arms around my waist, and I’m totally drowning in his eyes. “You know what I think? You’re really good for me.”
He’s only flirting, I know that, but a tiny part of me refuses to believe it, and I bask in his compliment. “You’re good for me, too.”
We kiss, and my eyes drift shut. His hand slides up my back and cradles the back of my neck. It’s sexy and possessive, and I thread my fingers through his hair. This is the most perfect moment, ever.
He groans inside my mouth, and I shudder. Last night might not have gone the way I wanted, but this morning sure is making up for it. I manage to free a couple of his buttons and slide my hand beneath his shirt.
“Violet.” His breath is hot against my mouth. “You sure about this?”
I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. “Yes. And not just because you make the best pancakes ever.”
His hand slips beneath the T-shirt, and I arch my back, loving his touch against my bare skin. “Every time I closed my eyes last night, you were there.”
How does he always know the absolute best thing to say? “Iwasright there. All you had to do was open the door.”
His fingers roam over my bra strap. I should’ve left it off.
“You’ve no idea how hard it was to close the door on you. And you can takethatany way you want.”
I wriggle on his lap, andsomethingis hard, all right. Primitive craving streaks through me, making me warm and needy.It’s just a summer fling, Vi.I sink against him and whisper in his ear. “I was waiting for you.”
“You were asleep five seconds after I put you to bed. I had to go take a cold shower.”
I shake with silent laughter before kissing his earlobe. And then, just because I can, I tease his earring with the tip of my tongue. It’s amazingly sexy, and a hot shiver ripples over my skin.How can this be such a turn-on?His tortured groan vibrates through me, so I do it again.
“You’re asking for it.”
Before I realize his intentions, he scoops me up. There’s something incredibly thrilling about being in Lucas’s arms as he strides into the penthouse, a possessive gleam in his eyes.
I palm his jaw, and his stubble is unbelievably sexy. “But am I going to get it?”
Oh my God. Where did that come from? It’s like a naughty side of me I never knew I had has come out to play.
“Only if you’re a very bad girl.”
His comment so closely mirrors my thought that I bury my face in his neck to muffle my laugh. God, he smells good. Like sex and sin wrapped up in a promise of never-to-be-forgotten orgasmic bliss.
Yeah, it’s been a long time since I got any.
He doesn’t bother closing the door to his bedroom before laying me across the bed, and then he draws in a deep breath as his hot gaze roves over me. “You look amazing. Your red hair is so gorgeous.”
Oh, wow. Heat spirals through me, which is a good thing except my cheeks burn, too. And while red hair and black sheets might be a great look, I’m not so sure about the face thing.
Having his undivided, admiring attention is exciting, but also a little unnerving.Does he expect me to do something?
I push myself up and brace my weight on my hands. Before I can think of anything to say that doesn’t sound completely stupid, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, revealing his toned, bronzed chest. My mouth dries.
Today I’m going to make that gorgeous flesh mine.
