Surprisingly, his words were calming and something about his tone put me at ease.
“I don’t know,” I said. “If there’s a time to get out of this, it’s now. I can tell my father that I don’t want to do this, that he needs to find someone else for the job.”
An easy smile formed on his lips. He was close enough that I could see little dabs of shaving cream on his face, smell the freshness of his skin from the shower. Everything about him was inviting, his very being seeming to call out to me to give myself over to him.
“I understand why you feel that way. But think about it for a moment. You came all this way, right? Don’t you owe it to yourself to give it an honest shot?”
I bit my lip once more. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know. It’s so much to think about.”
The smile stayed on his face. “You’re still not getting it. Right now, you don’t need to think. You need a distraction.”
“And… what kind of distraction did you have in mind?”
He stepped closer to me, far closer than a man in his position should’ve been.
“The distraction I’m thinking of is what we’ve both had on our minds since we first saw one another.”
Oh, shit. My pussy clenched again, and I knew in that moment there was no resisting him.
I looked up to see his steely eyes staring down at me, heat and passion building between us. I could feel my heart racing and I was keenly aware of two things—no man had ever made me feel the way Luc did, and I had never wanted anybody more than I wanted him.
We crashed into one another, both of us giving in at the same time. Luc wrapped his huge, thick arms around me as he pulled me close, pressing me against his body. He was solid as stone, yet warm and inviting. I gasped, but the sound didn’t last for long. Luc leaned down, placing his hand underneath my chin as he kissed me hard.
If the way he’d made me feel standing so close to me was amazing, the kiss was something from another freaking universe. I practically melted where I stood, the tightness between my thighs almost too much to take. I opened my mouth and let in, his flavor washing over me as he found my tongue with his own. Luc’s hands went to my hips, squeezing them as he brought me closer. The more he touched me, the more I wanted him to touch me. There was no hesitation with Luc. I kissed him hard and he kissed me back, and with every moment our tongues touched I inched closer and closer to wanting to give myself over to him in a way I never had before.
In the middle of the kiss, however, he pulled back. Slightly confused, I looked up at him.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head slowly. “Only that you’re not on the bed right now.” He raised his finger toward my room behind me. “Go.”
My eyebrows arched. “Go?”
“You might be the princess of this castle but I’m the boss of this room. Now, go.”
“You’re the boss of this room, huh?” I asked, putting my hands on his hips and throwing a challenging smile in his direction. “Pretty sure I could have you thrown in a dungeon for that kind of talk.”
Without a word, he gently nudged me into my bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. Boldly, he placed his hands on my middle, slipping them up my tank. I gasped at the sensation of his palms on my bare belly, closing my eyes and moaning as he moved up, taking my breasts into his hands. With expert precision he began teasing my nipples, making them go hard against his touch.
His touch said more than words possibly could, and as much as I wanted to be a brat to him, the greater urge was to let him keep doing whatever he had in mind.
Luc let go of one of my breasts, moving his hand down my belly, this time under the waistband of my shorts. I gasped as he touched me, as he slipped his hands under the front of my panties, inching closer and closer to where I really wanted him.
Then, he stopped.
“What… why?”
“Because I want you on the bed.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, stomping my foot in a bratty way as I grabbed his wrist and pulled it out of my underwear.
“Fine.”
I turned, heading over to the bed and climbing on top of it. Luc stood across from me, a hungry look in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his lips that made it clear he had me right where he wanted me. He strode over to the bed and stood at the side of it.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded.
His tone, his body, his everything, hypnotized me. All I could do was comply, shucking off my shorts and pulling off my top. Just like that, I was in nothing but a simple pair of black panties.