Two and a half years ago—correction, just two days ago—if someone had asked me whether or not I’d ever step foot inside of Lucas-Fucking-Wolfe’s Hollywood home again, I would’ve forced myself to laugh their question off. I would’ve told that person there wasn’t even a remote possibility of something like that happening because Lucas and I were through. And the entire time I said those things, I would’ve ignored the scalding hot knife of rejection twisting around deep inside my chest.
But now, standing in the middle of Lucas’s foyer with my old Coach suitcase a few inches away from my feet, I decide it’s a good thing nobody has ever asked me about returning to this house.
“Hungry?” he asks from behind me, breaking my thoughts. I’ve been with him for the last several hours, since late yesterday evening, but the sound of his voice is still enough to cause every muscle in my body to tense up. I glance over my shoulder to where he’s standing by the front door, punching in a code on the digital security system.
How the hell can I be hungry when all I want is to push myself into his arms and breathe him in?
Lucas jabs one final button before turning himself in my direction, his hazel eyes raking up and down my body as if he’s drinking in the sight of me. It only takes him two strides to reach me, and I have to tilt my head back to stare up at him. That familiar, cocky grin that’s not only infuriated me more times than I’d like to admit, but also kept me awake at night with my legs crossed tightly together to dull the ache of wanting him, pulls across the bottom of his face. I’d be a fool if I didn’t admit that I’m in love with that smile—that I’m in love with the man himself.
“Ah, shit. You’ve got that fucking look again, Red,” he finally says, cocking a dark eyebrow.
He leans close to me. “Like you’ve got something to say.”
I move to cross my arms over my chest, but Lucas grabs both my wrists, pulling my body flush to his. He’s all hard muscles and roughness as his eyes study my face, and I feel my breath catch in the back of my throat. This is the first time he’s put his hands on me since he showed up unexpected—but completely welcome—at my grandmother’s home in Nashville several hours ago. He’d sat across from me during the entire jet ride to California, his expression serious and his hands nowhere they needed to be.
Like all over me.
“I’m shocked you didn’t try to fuck me on the flight,” I say honestly, and he chuckles.
I shake my head, making a few strands of my long red hair shake free from my high ponytail. “No.”
Lucas doesn’t look too convinced, and when I open my mouth to say something else, he places the tips of his fingers over my lips, working the tender flesh between his thumb and forefinger before moving his hands to the sides of my face. “What, Si?”
Closing my eyes, I clear my throat. “You sing a song about me,” I start tentatively, and I realize he must be nodding because I feel his hair sweeping back and forth across my forehead. “Don’t get me wrong, Ten Days has got to be the most . . . ridiculously romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, but then you show up at my Gram’s house. You tell me I owe you two days and that you’ve got somewhere to take me.”
“And then you bring me back to California.”
“Open your eyes, Sienna,” he orders. When I don’t immediately do so, his fingertips thread into my hair, pulling the rubber band out so that my red strands fall in heavy waves around my bare shoulders. “Open your eyes,” he says once more.
This time I listen and watch him carefully as he slides a few locks of my hair between his fingers.
“I brought you back to L.A. because I should’ve fucking done that months ago. You’re here because I plan to enjoy every inch of your body without interruption.” He bends his head, until his mouth is just a mere centimeter or two away from mine, and I can smell the spearmint from the gum he chewed during our flight intermingling with the scent of his Polo cologne. It's intoxicating, and suddenly, my mouth feels dry. “I brought you here because I plan to love you on my terms—at least for today.”
On his terms?
Frowning, I reluctantly pull away from him, slowly walking backwards to put enough distance between our bodies to give myself a chance to think clearly. I don’t stop moving until my butt knocks up against the bannister leading to the upstairs. He cocks his head to the side, and I reach behind me, squeezing the wood for support.
“What about my terms?” I demand as calmly as possible. “You’re not going to pull that shit on me again, Lucas. You’re not going to use me again for two days, or two weeks, or however long and screw me over again.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Because, if you tell me to get the fuck out again, I . . .” But my voice trails off because I don’t know what I’d do. All I know is that I don’t want Lucas darting in and out of my life, pulling me to him one moment and pushing me away the next.
I’d rather not have him at all if that’s going to be our fate.
He strides over to me, closing me in so that it’s impossible for me to step away from him again. Not that I want to this time. I lift my blue eyes up to his, challenging his gaze, as he hooks rough fingertips under the tight waistband of my shorts. “I’m with you now.” He jerks me to him.
Ninety percent of my body melts against his, molding against him perfectly as if we were made to do this with each other, but I splay my palm flat against his chest to prevent him from claiming my lips.
“For how long?” I question. “How long are you with me?”
The corners of his mouth quirk up, and he gives me a look that nearly undresses me. “I’m keeping you this time, Si.”
My own lips curl into a smile. “Let me guess, you want to devour me?”
He makes a motion with his head—one that’s not quite a nod or a shake. “And for you to consume me.”
Dropping my hand that’s blocking me away from him, I let him finish closing the space between our bodies, let his tongue push my lips apart. He tastes like spearmint and Red Bull, and I release a tiny moan as his lips cover mine. When he twists his fingertips into my hair, I draw him closer to me by pulling on the soft fabric of his t-shirt.
“You taste like sin,” he says before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds.
It’s not the first time he’s said that to me, but that doesn’t make it any less sexy. It just makes me want him even more. “So do you.”
“We should eat,” he whispers against my mouth.
Shaking my head, I respond in a husky voice that doesn’t remotely sound like me, “Later.” Much later.
Our mouths are still devouring each other as we make it up the stairs, stumbling over a few of the steps in the process. When we reach the top, I shove the hem of his shirt up and he leans back, gazing at me incredulously. “Patience is your friend.” But he’s already dragging the dark cotton over his head, revealing his muscular body. I can’t resist touching him, tracing my fingertip around the outline of the dagger-filled heart tattoo in the center of his chest.
“Just like Google, huh?” I tease.
He nods, but says nothing, taking my hand in his to lead me to his bedroom. It’s the same as it was the only other time I came to his house—a startlingly erotic contrast of red and black, and I shiver as my gaze lands on the bed.
“Get naked,” he orders, leaning against the door frame and watching me intently. Swallowing hard, I nod, and turn to face him. Slowly, I unbutton my shorts and shimmy them down around my hips. When they fall to the floor around my feet, his chest visibly constricts, and I come close to losing my shit. “Do you know how many times I’ve fucking thought about this?” he asks.
I pause and stare over at him expectantly, waiting for him to give me an answer, but he motions his hand for me to continue undressing. I hear Lucas's footsteps moving closer to me as I pull my white tank top over my head, and he plucks the shirt out of my hands and drops it on the floor next to my shorts. “Do you know how badly I’ve woke up wanting to be inside you?” he demands, kneeling down in front of me. He presses his mouth against the lacy “V” of my panties.
“No,” I breathe in a low voice.
“You want to know?” he asks.
His warm breath fans my skin when he answers me. “Every single day since you left.” He skims his hand beneath the pink fabric of my underwear and lets out a low, animalistic growl when I tremble at his touch. “I’m not letting you go this time, Sienna.”
This is a promise he’s made to me before, but by the way he’s saying it now—by the way his hands are gripping my hips as if I’d disappear if he so much as let me go—I know there’s nothing in hell that will keep Lucas Wolfe away from me.
Not even Samantha.
My fingers clench by my sides as he drags my panties down my hips. No, I refuse to think about his crazy ex, at least for now. There will be plenty of time for him to give me answers about her later.
Right now is for him and me.
Running my tongue across my dry lips, I ask in a teasing voice, “What—you going to tie me to your bed to keep me with you?”
Lucas finishes drawing the pink lace away from my body before lifting his eyes to mine. They’re full of lust and need. “Later, yes.”
Though I didn’t believe it possible, even more heat pools in the pit of my belly. “God, Lucas—” I start, but he pulls me down on the floor with him, causing me to gasp. “What are you doing?” I demand, struggling to get up. He places one of his hands firmly on my belly to still me.
“Let me love you, Sienna.”
Of course, I know what he’s doing. I would’ve known before I felt his tongue flick across my clit, but it still doesn’t stop me from grasping at his long dark hair.
His fingers replace his mouth, spreading apart my slick folds as he glances up at me with dangerous eyes. “Do that again and I’ll tie you to that right now.” He jerks his head in the direction of the four-poster bed several feet away, in the center of the black and red bedroom.
My thoughts instantly go back several months, to the infamous red guitar pick he’d flicked across my breasts whenever I gritted my teeth, and I lay back, balling my fists into tight balls.
Lucas dips his head and kisses a hot trail from my stomach to my thigh and then back up again, stopping only once to circle my center with his tongue. “I’ll never get enough of the way you taste,” he tells me, splaying his hands on either side of my thighs. I prop myself up slightly on my elbows, despite how violently my body is trembling. “I want everything from you.”
My back arches. “And you’ll give me everything in return?” I murmur, digging my fingernails into my palms a little deeper, a little harder.
When he nods, his hazel eyes seem to grow even darker. “Whatever you want.” Then he lowers his lips, his tongue, back to my center, probing my soft flesh and making me cry out. My legs tighten around him, and my hands wander up to his shoulders, my fingernails scratching into his flesh instead of my own this time. I’m hardly aware I’ve tangled my fingertips into his hair again until his hands clamp around my wrists. He doesn’t release them until I come, until I’m writhing and moaning beneath his mouth. Until I'm done saying his name over and over again.
Slowly, he crawls his body up mine, not stopping until we're heart to heart and eye to eye. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask the moment I’ve caught my breath. I reach out to touch the side of his face, and he grabs my hand, bringing my palm to his lips.
“Because, I’m thinking of what I’ll use to tie your beautiful body to my bed,” he answers.
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