Chapter 17

My voice was barely a whisper as I repeated, “I should go.”

Lucas nodded, his gaze fixed on my mouth. “Yeah,” he said absently.

I froze. Because I didn’t want to leave, and I wanted to take him to bed. But I couldn’t be the one to make the first move. This had to be on Lucas. So I waited, all but holding my breath.

He swayed toward me.

I licked my lips.

He made a broken sound.

And then his lips were on mine and he was kissing me.6

Lucas’s kiss was aggressive. He bit and sucked at my lips, his mouth almost punishing against mine. His hands squeezed and groped every bit of me he could reach, pulling me close and keeping my body tight against his. His tongue forced my lips apart and then dived inside, tangling, rubbing, and circling. I loved to be dominated in bed, and I let him have complete control, sinking into the sensations and letting them ramp up my arousal.