She nodded. “Lexie told me and you filled me in.”
“Well, he decided it was a good idea to pay Kade a visit.”
“What? Why?”
He leaned forward, shoulders hunched. “I wish to God I knew. He claimed he was worried about Kade’s sister-in-law, Kendall.”
“The same woman he used and hurt?”
Lucas nodded. “Kade lost it. I had to pull him off the guy. But—”
She leaned in closer. “But what?”
“Damned if there wasn’t something in his eyes. I almost believe he was sincere. Not that I’d admit as much to Kade. And I promised I’d have a talk with Julian. Assess his motives and warn him to stay away from Kendall.” Lucas shrugged. “Like I said, stressful day.”
“I’m sorry.” She pushed herself to the edge of the sofa. “Here. Turn around.”
She nudged him so he pivoted away from her, and she began to massage his tense shoulders, digging her fingertips into the muscles and tendons there. She bit down on her lower lip, trying her best to focus on his need and not the desire created by being so close to him. Or the delicious scent of his masculine cologne.
He hung his head forward and groaned. “That feels so damned good.” The words came out a low rumble.
Unable to resist, she leaned in, pressed her breasts against his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed the back of his neck. His entire body trembled at her light touch, but she wasn’t finished. Although she’d approached him each time, he’d been in charge. She wanted her turn to make him feel good.
“I know another way to relax you,” she whispered huskily in his ear.
“Show me,” he said in a gruff voice.
She eased herself around him and slid down between his legs. She undid the button on his pants, then slowly and carefully pulled his zipper over the evidence of his desire.
“Lift up.”
He did as she asked, and together they maneuvered his pants, along with his boxer briefs, down to his ankles. She stared down at his straining erection, a drop of precum glistening on top, and need rushed through her at the sight.
She looked up and found his eyes darkened with hunger. No man had ever looked at her with such stark lust before, and it was a heady feeling.
She reached out and cupped his erection in her hand, gliding up and down the thick shaft.
“Harder.”
Her gaze flew to his, but she tightened her grip and began to move her hand up and down, his cock hot and heavy in her hands. He groaned, clenching his fists at his sides, eyes closed, head thrown back, the cords in his neck visible and straining.
She liked having this effect on him, and she was arousing herself as well, but she knew she could do more. She removed one hand, leaned down, and wrapped her mouth around his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he said on a groan.
Smiling, at least in her head, she swirled her tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness, licked around the head and beneath the sensitive underside. When she sucked hard, he grasped her hair and began to guide her up and down, the sting a welcome sensation, adding to the ache between her thighs.
She continued her ministrations, her sole focus on giving him intense pleasure. He pumped his hips, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She drew a breath through her nose and managed to swallow around him.
“Not like this.” He tugged at her hair and she lifted her head.
“Skirt off,” he said.
She met his hot gaze and slid the garment down and off, along with her panties. She swung one leg over his lap until his erection aligned with her sex when reality struck. “Condom.”
“Shit. Bedroom drawer.”
The head of his cock teased her mercilessly, and she moaned.