Page 17 of Resist

He did as he was told and moved forward to straddle my lap before reaching out to cup my cheeks. The pad of his thumb delicately circled my nose, the action caring and … intimate. It caught me by surprise, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my nose in response, like Samantha fromBewitched. He chuckled then swiped the tip of his finger over my lips.

My mouth yearned to open. I wanted to gobble him up and taste the salt of his skin. I wanted to tease my tongue around him, just the tip, just a taste. But of course, I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

Ready to tell him I’d seen enough when in all honesty I hadn’t, he lowered himself onto my lap and pressed his unmistakable erection into my lower belly.

I sucked in a short, sharp breath and, once again, my jaw dropped.

Lucas’s gaze found my mouth and he stared for longer than he should’ve, long enough for my nipples to form noticeable peaks underneath my tight dress. His eyes diverted to them and he licked his lips.

I had to object. I had to stop this going any further.

“Lu—”

He leaned in and hugged me to his hard, warm body, his mouth at my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. “I want you to put your hands on me, Helena,” he breathed out.

“W… what?”

Before I could get his explanation, he reached behind his body, unlatched my fingers from the edge of the seat, and placed them on his arse while he ground his erection into my body.

“Now take my shirt off.”

“Lucas!”

His eyes steamed heat like never before, and he once again directed my hands to the hem of his shirt, helping me guide it over his head.

Golden.

Muscled.

Wall.

Of.

Sexual.

Bliss.

I’d seen him bare-chested before, but never this close, never this in-my-face — never this … real.

“Go, Dimps,” Corinne yelled, wolf-whistling.

Lucas rested his forehead against mine and almost pleaded, “Feel me, Helena.”

Without thinking, I ran my hands all over his back, shoulders, and arms, my nails biting into his skin. He closed his eyes and groaned then stood up and took my hands in his, pulling me to stand with him.

Suddenly, I was in his arms like a bride on her wedding night, except Lucas didn’t expose any of my body to anyone else during the lift. His arms pressed my dress to my legs, and he knew it, his confident and proud smile the proof.

I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m going to lay you down now, okay?”

I nodded; I had no choice.

Slowly lowering himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine, he cradled my body and gently laid me on the stage. Lucas’s control and strength were impressive, and I couldn’t deny that I felt completely safe in his arms. I also couldn’t deny that I wanted to let him ‘play with my body’ just like the song suggested, the lecherous glint in his eyes as he looked me up and down highly tempting.

I had no doubt he’d play well.