Page 22 of Sacrifice
No. He’d cast a spell over everyone they’d met. Handsome and charming, there hadn’t been a single person in the room not pleased to see him, male or female.
Lucien Knight was something special. Out of the ordinary. She stared at him and he stared back. A flicker of something danced in his eyes. The anger of a few moments before melted away as the gazed at each other. Eve bit at her lip and Lucien cracked a smile. Her insides clenched and heat spread from somewhere deep inside. Lucien Knight was sexy as hell and leaving with her.
She let out a giggle.
Steppingout into the cool night air, Eve was pleased to discover that the paparazzi had called it a night, especially as she was now teetering on her heels considerably more than when they’d arrived. Philip waited in the limo just outside and the soft leather of the back seat had never been more welcome. Lucien slid in beside her and the limo pulled away.
“Home via Ms Areli’s please, Philip.”
“Absolutely, Sir,” said Philip. He slid the privacy panel closed and sealed them in their bubble of luxury.
Eve grinned unashamedly and turned to face Lucien. “You,” she said with a single pointing finger, “are a very popular man.”
Lucien squinted at her.
“Why so glum?” she asked in what she knew was a silly voice. Being with Lucien had been wonderful enough. What did it matter if their company had not come up to par? “Such abeautiful place.” She waved her hand exuberantly. “So many beautiful people. So much beautiful champagne.”
Lucien’s face cracked. “I think you may have had a little too much of that.”
“Never.”
There was a chance.
He looked down at her mouth and sighed. “There was only one beautiful person I saw.”
Her heart raced at that, but the snark came easily. “Polina, yeah. I quite fancied her, too.”
“Will you stop?” He looped an arm around Eve’s waist and leaned in, his proximity sudden and intoxicating. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Eve traced the muscular tone of his arm through the fine fabric of his suit, and Lucien flicked his gaze between her eyes and lips, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. His breathing deepened.
Threads of gold danced in Lucien’s eyes, and Eve’s imagination ran wild. She thought, just for a moment, that she could see into his soul: that he was trapped in his life and lonely, that he needed her.
She pressed her lips to his. Not tentatively nor shyly, but with a certainty that came from, she knew not where. Lucien responded in kind and opened his mouth to accept her tongue.
He ran a hand behind her head to hold her so he could kiss her back, his mouth soft but searching for the perfect way to caress her lips.
Eve swooned, her head spun by the blood that pumped wildly through her body and every nerve zinged to life. Lucien pulled back just far enough to speak.
“Fuck, I want you,” he breathed.
The fire of desire raged inside her. “You have me,” Eve replied. This man had taken her over, overwhelmed her senses, and every sensation was delicious.
His hand moved to the zip on the back of her dress to slide it down. Without it, her strapless bodice was easy to push aside. His hand felt like electric fire on her skin and she willed him to take her breast in his grasp, to knead her erect nipple. When he took it in his mouth, the sensation was exquisite. Hot and wet, his agile tongue sent shocks of longing straight to her crotch.
A moan escaped Eve’s lips.
“I want to see you.” He lifted her just enough from the seat to slide the dress out from beneath. Strong and sure, he reduced her to naked save for the smallest of panties in less than a minute. Her body ached for him to touch her again, and when his fingertips brushed against her skin, fire rippled through her. He scooped her from the seat and pulled her into his lap.
One knee either side, suddenly she felt the power of giving him access to her body, her breasts now at the perfect height for his mouth to find them. First his tongue, then his teeth. She moaned with pleasure, and he brought his head up to kiss her on the mouth.
Goosebumps ran over her.
Was this really happening?
The speed at which they’d got to this point made her head spin and yet she knew she’d been waiting for it. Wanting it.
Their tongues slid over and around each other. Her hands in his hair, his gliding down her back to her hips. He grasped at her flesh and pulled her down into him. Eve thrilled at the sensation of his cock beneath her, now achingly hard and desperate to escape his clothing.
So near and yet so far. Her body pulsed with need. Heat building in the small of her back, she ground against him.
