Page 11 of Baby One More Time
He shrugs but keeps an eye on her as he stands up. “I’ve got to go in to work. I guess I’ll catch you later.”
“Bye, Ray.” I groan as the two of them lock lips like they’ve been apart for six years. Then Ray waves and walks out.
“You guys are awful.”
Allie grins. “Nope. This is the life.”
It surprises me that a tiny niggle of jealousy rolls over me. I don’t need or want a partner.
So I just need to keep reminding myself of that. No matter what Lucian does.
“Are we ready?” Allie dances over to the door and laughs. “Have fun tonight!”
“I’m gonna get you for suckering me into this.” My glare and growl don’t even phase her. She just grins and waves Seth and I out the door.
It doesn’t take me long to get to the school and when we walk in the gym, Seth immediately waves at his little friend, Connie. He’s wearing a suit and tie and Connie grins at him, high-fiving him.
I grin at Connie who’s wearing a sparkly dress with puffy sleeves and a fluttering skirt that has a tulle underskirt like a ballet tutu. She looks adorable.
“You look so cute, honey.”
“I wanted to look like a dancer.” My heart trips up and I can’t stop smiling even with the spurt of tears to my eyes.
“Well, it looks really sweet on you.”
“You look pretty damn good too, Rena!” I whirl around and it feels like the whole room comes to a standstill when I see Lucian. I don’t hear anyone else, don’t see anyone else.
He’s wearing a fitted button-down shirt in a soft green color that makes his whiskey eyes glow with a hazel light. His black dress pants are fitted to his thick thighs and his slim waist. His jaw is like granite, his full mouth working as he eyes me up and down. “Damn you look good enough to eat.”
I glare at him. The kids giggle and take off running to the corner where the usual fruit punch is being served. “You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff in front of the kids.”
“You shouldn’t look so good then.”
My whole body lights up and electricity sizzles over my nerves when he reaches out and pulls me over to him. I wish to heaven I wanted to run away from him but I don’t. We’ve been dancing around each other all week.
Hell, we’ve been dancing around our feelings all of our lives. And I don’t know if I can keep it up.
Last night I dreamt about him. My hands were running up and down all those muscles and he groaned in my ear. Shivers danced on my skin and I couldn’t stop touching him. Didn’t want to.
His big hands caressed my jaw as he pulled me in for a toe-curling kiss. I couldn’t breathe and when my hands tugged at his clothes, it was like they just fell away.
His rigid cock jutted out, his stomach muscles tight with control. I ducked my head and then dropped to my knees, my mouth closing over the velvet head of his shaft. I moaned around the taste and smell of him and he groaned and wrapped his hands around my hair, tugging it as tight as possible until he controlled every move of my head as I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft.
I can still hear his moans in my ears as my face reddens.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking, sweetheart,” he leans over and whispers in my ear.
A red tide washes all over my face and down my body. “None of your business.”
I stalk off and try to ignore his chuckle.
For the rest of the night, I can feel his eyes on me. Right up until the last slow song of the night.
Then I don’t see him until I turn around and find him behind me, holding out his hand. “Dance with me, Rena.”
It’s not a question and I find that I don’t want to tell him no. My whole body cries out to be held in his arms again. To know what it feels like to be near him again.
I step up and he leads me to the floor, my hand in his. I shiver and his arms close around me, holding me tightly to his muscular chest. I close my eyes, the scent of him surrounding me. His hips rub against my belly and I feel the hard ridge of his erection pressed against me. My heart beats out of control and I look up at him as the song plays on. His deep brown eyes burn with a wicked, golden glint that fires up the heat scorching my lower belly.