12. Chapter 12 #3
“Alright,” I called out to her as I rounded the corner back near the bar, “let’s go.” She made her way to the opening of the hallway where I stood. “After you.” I gestured with my hand.
The kitchen was dark, except for the glow of the pilot lights on the range and a couple of dimmed bulbs above the service line. As my eyes adjusted to the light, Lucy’s voice stopped me right behind her.
“Were you really on a date tonight?”
My heart thudded. She was only inches away from me.
“No, I wasn’t on a fucking date.”
“Good, because I almost thought you’d forgotten about—” She spun around and immediately collided with my chest.
My hands reached out to grab her sides instinctively.
We both stilled for a moment, instant heat pulsing between my fingers against the curve of her waist. Her chin lifted toward mine, and I made out the expression of shock that flashed across her face in the shadows.
We were so close, her small frame pressed up against me.
That intoxicating scent of vanilla filled my nostrils.
Her fingers clutched my arms, trapping them around her sides.
A thousand things passed through my mind at once, and I was unable to register a single one.
I wasn’t thinking. I was pulling her closer, leaning down as she gravitated up toward me.
Every lucid thought exited my consciousness.
My pulse pounded, and just as Lucy took a sharp inhale of breath, I lost control.
My lips captured hers in a scorching kiss, a soft whimper of surprise sounded in her throat.
Hot, electric vibrations blurred my vision as her mouth moved against mine.
A moan broke loose in the back of my throat.
It felt like a lightning bolt striking the ocean in the middle of the night, waves of unrelenting power coursing between our bodies.
Her touch sent a thrill of fire throughout my veins, universes clashing at warp speed.
I finally gave in to the relentless magnetic pull, thinking about nothing but the way her lips felt on mine.
My hand tangled through her silky hair against the back of her neck, angling her face as she wrapped her arms up around my neck. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, and she let out a whimper that sent a throbbing quake down my body.
She tasted so fucking sweet.
Her tongue twirled against mine as my other hand tightened around her waist. We slammed into the stainless steel countertop.
Her breath hitched as I moved my hand from her neck down the line of her back, and she melted against me.
My hips pressed against hers, enrapturing us in a flame.
She started to grind against me, and the little noise she made sent my shaft pulsing.
Without breaking our kiss, I hoisted her on to the countertop, her legs wrapping around my waist to deepen the friction. White heat coursed through my veins, and I felt myself strain against the fabric of my jeans.
My hands reached underneath her T-shirt, her bare skin feeling like silk against my rough hands. She arched into me, running her fingers through my hair and sending chills down my back.
“Forgotten about what?” I rasped. I needed more.
I needed to be even closer. I needed—I groaned as I felt her fingers graze across my abs and down past my bellybutton.
The fire underneath my skin was becoming uncontainable.
I wanted to ravish every inch of her. I wanted to feel every one of her delectable curves flush against my ridges.
My hands slid to her front, enveloping her soft breasts over her lacy bra.
Her breath hitched, widening her trembling lips and deepening our kiss.
Our tongues continued to explore each other's mouths with a frenzied passion.
Her hand dipped its way to the clasp of my jeans, stroking lightly against my hard—
“Security alarm activates in sixty seconds,” a robotic voice blasted through the kitchen.
The sound bounced off the walls at a deafening pitch, jolting us out of the euphoria.
God damn that fucking alarm.
“We have to go.” My voice came out in a low breath, my heart hammering against my chest.
“What?” Lucy’s long eyelashes flicked upward, her pink lips swollen in a way that made me want to say fuck it and spend the entire night here in Bellissima with her. But now the tide came crashing down around us, clarity was beginning to set in. What the hell had I been thinking?
“The alarm is on a timer, and we can’t open the doors after it turns on or else it will automatically send security here. It’s gonna set in sixty seconds, actually, less now. We have to go.” I recoiled at the disappointed look that cast across her flushed face.
“Oh…um, I need to go get my backpack.” She scrambled down from the counter and ran toward the dish-pit.
The sudden absence of her warmth against mine left an icy chill against my skin.
Frustration settled into my bones. My cock felt like steel against the tight fly of my jeans, and I tried not to let her see my grimace when she returned with her backpack and we made our way out of the door with seven seconds to spare.
This woman was going to be the fucking death of me.