“Personally, it’s just what I was thinking. I’m Lucas Fox,” I say, sticking out my hand for hers. She shifts her scarf out of the way and gives her hand to me. Fuck, it feels soft and small in my hand. Holy fuck, I want to have it wrapped around my cock. The thought shakes me. Never have I been so damn interested in a woman on sight.
I want to possess her in every way.
“I’m Lexi Blake,” she answers, biting her lip and smiling up at me. Those lips beg for mine. She looks so damn innocent, I feel like a wolf ready to devour her pretty ass. Shit, I wonder if she’s too young.
“Lexi, aren’t you a little too young for coffee?” I teased, hoping to coax the information out of her. I have to know I’m not a fucking pervert.
“Nineteen and college makes sure I need my fix.” I silently send up a thank you. Now to find out more about my woman.
“Sir, can I help you?”
I turn to the intruder, hold back my annoyance, and respond, “Coffee, cream and one sugar.” I look at Lexi and ask, “What do you want?”
“You don’t have to,” she tells me like that’s going to stop me.
“I don’t have to, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. So what will it be?”
“I’ll have a small coffee cream and extra sugar. I like my sugar,” she adds that last part for me. I bet she tastes like sugar.
I pay the cashier, and we move off to the side and wait. “So since Valentine’s day is shitty for you, bad break up?” I ask, digging a little deeper.
“No, I don’t think I’ve had a date since I was in high school. Life is way too busy for that.”
I can’t contain the satisfaction in that revelation. “It’s good to hear that, but I’m going to take a chance and ask if you’d like to have dinner with me tonight.”
“You mean you don’t have a hot date already?” I can see she’s trying to wheedle that information out of me, but there hasn’t been anyone in my life in years.
“I would if you said yes.”
“Lucas. How can we? It’s Valentine’s Day. Everything will be busy.”
“Let me worry about that. Just say yes.”
“Yes,” she replies. I groan because she’s moved an inch or two closer to me like she can’t fight this pulls between us. The only thing that gets in the way is when they call out our order. I grab them, handing her one, then I indecently watch her hands wrap around the cup as if it’s a treasure, groaning inwardly. Fighting the irrational urge to kiss her, I take a sip of my cup. Hell, this is too sweet to be mine. I turn the cup to read the writing and realize that we have the wrong cups.
“Sugar, this is yours,” I tell her, holding it out. We switch, and she giggles.
I hold back another groan as she takes a sip wrinkles her nose. She walks over to the sugar and extras counter, opening her lid and pouring in more sugar. Damn, I watch as she adds a lot before stirring it. She takes another sip with a grin that spreads across her face.
“You really like your sugar.”
“I know. I shouldn’t, but my coffee is always a must. I’ll run it off later, but there are just some things that you can use sparingly.” The joy on her face is too much.
“Fuck, you are too cute,” I grunt.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” It’s a very bad thing right now. I don’t know how my dick could get any harder. If it wasn’t for me picking my full-length coat, she’d know how much I wanted her. It’s throbbing, begging for her to hold it the way she grips that cup.
I shake my head and lean in so only she can hear me, then I whisper, “No, it’s the fact that I’d like to taste those sweet, smiling lips and that is a bad thing.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighs and takes another sip. With a shrug and not missing a beat, she adds, “Besides, the holiday for kissing strangers is next month.” I release an unexpected growl.
I growl playfully, going along with her. “Oh, really? Do you kiss strangers on St. Patrick’s Day?”
“Only the Irish ones,” she laughs, wagging her brows playfully. I’ve never laughed this much in one day let alone in only ten minutes. My heart races just wondering how I could have missed her if my driver wasn’t sick.
“Wait? Isn’t everyone Irish on St. Patrick’s Day?”
“So you kiss everyone then,” I challenge, wondering how she can respond to that and she doesn’t disappoint.
She rolls her eyes dramatically, making me chuckle. “No, that’s silly. You can’t manage that in a day.”