Chapter 3 Tormented Kisses

The adrenaline sings in my ears as Lucas laces his fingers and leads me to where he was sitting earlier. With only but one wave of the hand, every single soul disappears, leaving us completely alone.

The burning desire has consumed me as I cannot begin to imagine what it is that he wants. I have perhaps underestimated this man’s power that he has over a woman. Yet, I have vowed to myself that he will not get me under that spell, he will not conquer, it is my mountain to climb, and I will not falter.

So as he pierces right into my soul with those hazel eyes, his words come out as a whisper which I can barely hear underneath the thunder of music coming pumping through the speakers. With a gentle touch of his hand on my knee that nearly cause me to freeze in time, he speaks, “Please just let me for one second?”

I cock my head and try to smile without complete frustration, “What is it that you want?”

“Baby doll, there is something about you; you have had me captivated from the moment I laid my eyes on that gorgeous body.”

Immediately my restraint snap, “Is that all you see me as, a gorgeous body?”

“If you can give me one second, I will show you that I need to have more than one moment with you by my side.”

“Lucas, that is bullshit. You do not know how to be faithful, let alone have a woman twice. So please spare me the crap and tell me what it is that you want?”

Well, perhaps I should have just shut my mouth, for I have forgotten how determined Lucas Lucero is to get what he wants.

“Then I guess,” he says with a rather wicked smile on that chiseled face, “I guess I will show you that I am that man that takes whatever he wants, and baby doll, you are not going to slap me for it.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Give me one second.”

With what can be described as an inch of an inch, a wink by a wink, one breath by another breath, he closes that gap between our raging bodies. And with what seems like an instant…he claims my lips.

With absolute raw desire, he grabs me by the ass and pulls every inch of my toned body into his. I gasp, fully wanting to push him away, yet I lean into him and splay my hand against his chest. His heart is beating out of synch against his sculpted chest.

At first, his kisses are careful and gentle, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I have tasted Lucas Lucero, and I want more of him, so I knot my fist in his hair, and as I pull him closer, he moans softly. His arms circles my waist, with his hot skin lying heavy against mine, we melt into each other.

It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. He steals my breath away; then he gives it back again. My breath hitch, and my body numb as he runs his rough fingers down the exposed parts of my spine; the sensations that I feel send a flush of heat to my core.

Then, he pins my hands behind my back, with the one hand he is holding my wrists into place, while the other knots his fingers in my hair and slightly pulls my hair back, giving him full access to the sensitive parts of my neck. And as he starts laying soft, slow kisses against my skin, he completely devours me, getting pure pleasure as I squirm and try to release my hand.

As he lets go of my hand, he yanks me closer, taking my lips for him to taste. I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mine. The way he is touching me, the soft tickles, the nibbles at my neck, and parting my clenching thighs, he sends me beyond seven sensations of pleasure, making me crave him more than I should at this moment.

For one brief moment, the words slowly leave his lips as he speaks with determination, “I want you, baby doll.”

His fingers trail down my belly; he runs it over my navel until finally, he has his fingers scrunched into the elastic of my hot pants. I gasp and slide an eager hand over his toned abs that are hot and heavy from the arousal and passion burning under his skin.

Then yet again, as I run my hands through his thick brown hair, I growl, and he whispers, “Baby doll, I want you. I want to be inside of you.”

“What happened to not being a one-second man? In fact, Mr. Lucero, this kiss has been for five minutes, now do you think that you are a five-minute man?”

“Baby doll, I feel insulted.”

His words have barely left his mouth, and his lips are crashing against mine again. First, he kisses me softly, but then he kisses me hard. Then, for the first time tonight, I cannot help but scream his name, “Oh god, Lucas.”

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below his ear. The moan that escapes his lips awakens an even greater longing for his body and soul. The touch of his skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It's like a battle raging inside of me as he makes my body quiver.

My hands unlock behind his neck, and they are moving all over. First down his shoulders, then down his chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. His touch sends my blood racing as he moves his hand further down to my thighs. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

And the very moment that it escapes my lips, I stop.

Fuck. What am I doing?

He slides his hands back up my thigh, barely missing the source of my aching; he slowly pulls me closer to him, so close that our lips almost touch. His sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in him sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing tension in my core.

His entire body quivers, "Fuck, I want you."

I moan in his ear as my lips tremble, "I am not your type Lucas Lucero."

I graze my hand over his jeans, slightly running my delicate fingers over his erection. He lets out another shattering moan. Every time I kiss him deeply, he makes the most glorious sounds, delicious noises of pleasure as he continues to plunder me with his tongue.

When he kisses me, my brain lights on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I can get addicted to him; he can so easily become my poison. I can barely breathe when he is around. Somehow these kisses are going to torment me tonight. They have imprinted themselves into my memory like footprints in the snow.

Then I stop…yet again.

Fuck. What am I doing?

As he reaches for my ass again, I gently splay my hand against his chest and push him away, “Mr. Lucero, you have had seven minutes. I think your time is up.” With that, I lay my soft lips against his cheek. “Now, as I said to you before, I am not your type.”

Much to his clear frustration, I slide my tight ass past him while moving from my chair; one wink and a smile later, I leave him behind with one rather impressive storm building in those skinny jeans.

When I finally make my way outside and slide onto my bike, I take one large breath and scream, “What the fuck were you thinking, Lexi? It was not supposed to have happened so soon.”