Rubbing at my temples, I try to work out the slight throbbing of pain that has started there.
With a heavy sigh, I move my mouth closer to Sabrina’s ear and take in a deep breath of her heady scent. She feels my movement and turns towards me—her lips breezing over mine and sending a bolt of longing through me. She sucks in a small breath of shock as a shiver runs down my spine and straight to my dick. Whenever she’s close, I spend most of my time trying to stay flaccid because she quickly does things to my body that I haven’t felt for a long time.
Before I can say anything, she pushes her chair back, a tight frown on her lips as her eyes dart around for an escape. She turns back to glance in mine and I see a mixture of anger and sadness brimming in her eyes.
“I can’t do this, Lucien,” she whispers, her voice tight and withdrawn. “You didn’t want me so…leave me alone.”
I watch her quickly walk back into the house and feel someone come up behind me.
“Don’t be a complete bastard,” Ramon tells me. “She’s hurting and you need to make this right before you lose her to Gavin.”
What the fuck!
My head whips round to stare at my brother. “Who the fuck is Gavin?”
Ramon smirks. “He’s someone who’s been asking her out for a while now. He’s a doctor at the hospital, who is on the fundraising board that Lily got her involved in.”
Over my dead fuckin’ body.
Getting to my feet, I ignore the stares from my family, and kiss my mom on her forehead. “I need to talk to Sabrina. We’ll be back soon for your photograph. I promise.”
Letting Mom go, I follow the path Sabrina took to the house, my thoughts racing as I walk. I really have no clue what to say to her but I need to say something.
The kitchen is empty when I reach the house and so is the family room so I head towards the guest bathroom knowing that’s where she’s gone to hide—from me.
Running my hand through my hair before knocking on the door, I hear something clatter into the sink.
“Sabrina. Please let me in.”
Nothing.
“Sabrina?”
Still nothing. I rest my forehead against the door and try one last time. “Sabrina, please. I’m not going to leave until you’ve opened this door and I’ve said what I need to say.”
The door is yanked open and I practically fall into the room. Sabrina grabs hold of my arm, just stopping me from face planting the floor.
“Sorry,” she mumbles. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
I turn away from her and distract myself with closing the door to try and catch my breath. Falling into the room hadn’t been on the agenda.
“What do you want Lucien?”
I turn and face her, which is a mistake. Having her so close to me in the small guest bathroom is playing hell with my libido.
What do I want?
If I lie to her then I’m going to witness the hurt that I keep causing her, but if I answer honestly, will I be setting myself up for more heartache? I don’t want to suffer either.
She steps right into my space, bringing with her the scent of summer—her scent. So close. I only need to lean in to touch her, which I do. Her breasts rest against my chest and I crave the feel of her naked form against my skin. Only once have I allowed myself to be chest-to-chest with her while we were both naked—she was holding onto the headboard—and the sensation had been like nothing else. Needless to say just the touch had brought me to the brink of orgasm.
“Lucien.”
I meet her eyes.
My hand, of its own accord, reaches up and caresses her smooth cheek. Her eyes close as she leans into my touch.
“I don’t think you realize just what you do to me,” I blurt out before I can stop the words.
“You said you don’t want me.” Her voice breaks as she tries to move away.
My arm wraps around her waist and brings her flush against my body. My dick thickens and lengthens with her so close, which will leave her in little doubt about what she does to my body.
She presses her pelvis against me, and rubs, causing a gasp to escape from between her lips when I grow hard as a spike.
“You’re playing with fire,” I growl against her lips while pushing her up against the wall. My hand is still cradling her face while my other is gripping her hip as though it’s my lifeline.
Our breathing has deepened and I want nothing more than to dip my head and taste her. My cock gives a jerk behind my zipper, obviously liking that idea, but I’m still not sure this is such a good idea.
Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.
“Lucien,” she says, almost breathless, “kiss me.”
She’s going to be the death of me. Without further thought, I kiss her and the reasons why I shouldn’t fly straight out of the window.
Her tongue dips into my mouth and I’m lost. My passion for this woman overrides all the reasons why this isn’t such a good idea.