Lily told me how lonely she thinks he is. He refuses to have female company, despite how his family has tried to set him up. He has a will of steel and refuses to bend on the matter. I’ve suspected, for some time, that he has cut himself off because of what happened to him. That maybe he might have some injury to his groin area. But maybe I’m wrong. Surely if that was the case, he wouldn’t be looking at me with heat in his eyes and his fists clenched tight around his glass. He wouldn’t be looking as though he was trying to keep himself grounded at the bar—away from me.
Leaning against the wall, I rest my hand between my breasts and take a deep breath, willing myself to calm as I feel my chest rising and falling with each breath. All I need to do is pull myself together—forget the passion in his eyes, forget the way my body and heart reacted to him. Even now, despite being tied up in knots, I can feel the trail his gaze had burned into me.
How can such a scorching look have me this aroused? Moving my hand to my right breast, I silently moan when I come into contact with my aroused nipple. Shards of pleasure ripple down between my legs.
As my hand starts to lift my short skirt to get to my panties, there’s a thump on the door.
I jump and straightening up, I listen…
Another thump. “Sabrina, open up.”
Lucien!
Without care or thought, I quickly open the door, my mouth twisting around a surprised “O” as the hottest guy I’ve ever seen comes barreling toward me. He wraps me in his arms, his touch demanding as he seals his lips to mine. Somewhere in my befuddled brain I hear a door slam a second before a lock slips into place.
“Sabrina,” Lucien groans running his mouth along my jaw and neck. “I need you,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes.”
I’m sick of pretending. I want the real man.
Lucien turns and pins me against the door with his hips. His arousal thick and long against me.
My tank top flies through the air, followed quickly with my bra, as he pulls it over my head.
He growls before ducking his head towards my breasts. I jolt against him as he feasts on each breast in turn—the throbbing between my legs starting to grow with intensity.
“Oh God, Lucien,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.
His hands reach beneath my skirt then I feel my panties rip. His fingers slip inside me.
I’m a hot quivering mess in his arms, and from the shake in his, I’d say he’s the same.
“Help me,” he begs as he tries to undo his zipper.
Removing one hand from his hair, I reach down and manage to open the denim. I’m unable to resist as I reach inside and bare his throbbing cock, rubbing my thumb over the weeping head. One side feels slightly rougher than the other—burned maybe?
“Enough.” He knocks my hand away and aligning himself up, enters me in one powerful thrust. “Jesus,” he cusses. “It’s been years.”
My eyes widen in shock. Opening my mouth to question him, he seals our lips together and we both let our bodies do the talking for us.
Chapter One
Sabrina
Two nights ago Lucien was buried deep inside me. He’d felt amazing—just like I dreamed he would. At the time, we had simply reacted to each other. We didn’t think, didn’t worry. We just allowed our lust to sweep us away. But afterwards, it had felt weird. I don’t do one nightstands and never gave it a thought when Lucien followed me into the restroom at Kenza. I’d wanted him so much that everything left my head the minute he touched me. But as we dressed, after we’d both released, I’d tried to slip out of the door before he could say something that I wouldn’t like. His arm had snaked around my waist as he hauled me back into him. He’d whispered, “Spend the night,” and I had.
We’d made love all night in the pitch dark. Lucien being in control all the time was a really big turn on for me. It had kept me on a constant brink of orgasm. He’d been amazing, but morning had soon arrived and I’d woken to him fully showered and dressed sitting on the chair in his room looking solemn. I’d known then that he’d just become my first one nightstand.
I couldn’t wait to get out of his apartment after that. All I’d wanted to do was to get back to my place to drown my sorrow without an audience. He’d made it worse by following me around his bedroom as though he wanted to say something but didn’t exactly know what to say.
We’ve had a connection from the minute we met and that connection has only grown stronger with the night we spent together. At least, I feel as though it has. I’m sure Lucien feels it as well, but, from what I’ve heard, he’s been alone for so long, which tells me he isn’t ready to have his life disrupted with me dropping in his lap.
At least that’s what I was thinking until his call about thirty minutes ago asking if we can talk. I shake the worry from my thoughts and set the phone down. I’d been holding it since I hung up.
Slipping my nice red jeans on, which show the curve of my ass off nicely, and a shear white blouse, I can’t help wondering how the night is going to end. I guess part of me is wondering whether or not he’s coming here because he has an itch that needs scratching. A huge part of me is hoping that he wants to see me, as in go on dates together and have some fun, but be exclusive.