“Oh, God!” She threw her head back, closing her eyes. Her hips pumped up at his hand, and he slipped another finger into her tight, wet heat. Her teeth bit into her lower lip as she made a low, moaning sound.
He watched her, transfixed as her face twisted in blissful agony. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, giving her what she wanted. The scent of her arousal was filling the air, and he continued, his thumb brushing her engorged clit. That drove her over the edge, and she clamped around his fingers, her hips pushing against his hand and her expression so utterly lovely that he wanted to preserve that moment in his mind forever.
Her breathing slowed down, and her lids gradually opened. The raw passion he saw in them aroused him even more, and his cock strained painfully against his pants. He could have her now, and she would let him. It would be so easy, to strip her down fully and take her. But he didn’t want just her body.
He cleared his throat and then took her hand, pulling her upright. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Lucas?”
“I …” He didn’t know what to say, so he kissed her instead. “Did you really come here to apologize?”
“Yes. Originally, I did.” She blushed.
“Then I know the perfect way you can make it up to me.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Go out with me. On a date.”
She looked at him skeptically. “Just one date?”
“Well, you’re going to have to impress me on the first before I commit to a second,” he teased.
She laughed. “But, come on. A date? Isn’t that old-fashioned?”
“People still date these days, you know,” he said.
“Yes, but not after …” She moved closer to him, her hands landing on his chest. Her hands moved outward, pushing his jacket aside.
“Sofia.” God, he wanted to let her continue but took her hands in his instead.
She raised a brow at him. “You don’t want—”
“I do.” Goddammit, he wanted so bad his damn zipper was imprinting on his dick. “But I think it would be best if we started again. Started fresh.”
“Oh.” She thought for a moment.
His heart pounded in his chest, waiting for her to reject him. She slipped her hands from his and his stomach dropped. However, to his surprise, she held her palm out. “Sofia Selinofoto.”
It took him a moment, but he knew what this was. An olive branch. A fresh start. “Lucas Anderson.” He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, pulled on it and brought her back to straddle his hips.
“Some fresh start, Anderson,” she muttered.
“This is as fresh as it gets, sweetheart.” He slid his fingers into her thick dark hair and brought her head down. He kissed her, devouring her mouth with his, letting the taste of her burn into his memory. He dragged his lips away from hers, trailing lower, and he brushed his nose against her pulse, getting in as much of that sweet scent as he could. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Dinner?”
“Sure,” she sighed, then slid off his lap and began to button her blouse. “I should get home, it’s getting late.”
He wanted her to stay. But it was probably best she go, or else he wouldn’t have the strength to keep his hands off her. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
As they headed to the door, he picked up her fallen coat from the foyer floor and then helped her put it on. “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.
He opened the door and gestured for her to go first. “We’re only going to be outside for a minute.” They walked out to her parked car across the street.
“What time should I be ready?” she asked.
“Six,” he said. “Should I pick you up at work?”
“No!” she said vehemently. “I mean, I’m not working tomorrow.”
“You’re off?”
She nodded.
He was tempted to take the day off and just spend it with her. But he knew that he had a million things to do. “All right. I’ll pick you up at home.” Then, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, planting a long, lingering kiss on her mouth. “Drive safe.”
“I will.” She gave him one last look before she got into her car and drove off.
He stood there, watching her car disappear down the street. Tonight’s events had certainly turned out differently than he’d thought. But it was like a runaway train going full speed ahead: He couldn’t stop it. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
Chapter Thirteen
Sofia sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour, staring at the piles of notepads in front of her spread out on her coffee table. Despite the captain’s advice of taking a break from her work, she could hardly do that. First of all, the date of her testimony was coming up, and she had to make sure she could remember all the facts. And second, if she didn’t find something to occupy her time, she would surely go insane waiting for six o’clock to arrive.
Could they really start afresh? As she told him and herself, she was done with looking into his past. Sometimes, it was better to let things be. It wasn’t easy killing someone in order to protect yourself or those around you, but sometimes it had to be done.
But now, things were different. She never liked feeling vulnerable, and Lucas seemed to be breaking every one of her walls. Sex, she could do. God knows, she and Derek never even went on a real date; they just kind of fell into bed after a particularly long, hard day at work and she was feeling weak. She told herself that she would never be vulnerable like that again, but now …
This was different, right? Lucas wasn’t a corrupt cop on some crime boss’s payroll. She hardly thought anyone was paying him to
