Suddenly, he stops kissing me, his lips just a whisper away from mine, and stares into my eyes for a few moments, before letting his dark eyes slowly close as he pulls me closer against his body, his hard cock pressing against me through our clothes, sending a hot surge of raw desire through me.
What I glimpsed in his eyes shook me even more than his kiss.
Passion.
Care.
Desire.
All feelings that carry the ability to give immense pleasure and pain. Neither of which I am ready for.
I slowly try to pull myself away from him, but he holds me close against him.
“Wow,” I say breathlessly, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“Come upstairs with me, and let’s see if we can upgrade that to a holy shit,” he whispers, his hand resting on the back of my neck, gently squeezing.
A wave of heat rushes to my thighs, making my insides quiver at his words. I am so out of my league right now with him. Could I actually please a man like this, with my lack of experience, not to mention my very not-perfect body? I wonder, if I buy the thigh master and do it for ten hours a day, what kind of results I can achieve in a week, coupled with one of those cabbage soup diets maybe.
“Lukas, I can’t. I really have to go home . . .”
He doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he takes my hands in his and holds on to them between us while his eyes seek out mine.
“Don’t be nervous.” He lifts my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to it. “Come upstairs with me. I want to sit on the couch with you and hold you and kiss you for hours. We don’t have to do anything else. I just don’t want this feeling to end.” His eyes are full of hope and want, reflecting my own emotions. I feel so connected to him, like everything we are feeling is the same. Equal. Together.
God, I want him. So bad. I cannot think of anything that would be better than being in his arms for hours. His kisses and touches are a slice of heaven I have never even dreamed of, and I want more.
I try to catch my breath and regain my composure. “I can’t. It’s getting late, and I really don’t want my daughter worrying about where I am. She’s not used to me not being home.”
He nods and takes a deep, long recovering breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
He lifts me up and places me back on the ground on my feet again. “You’re beautiful,” he says, pushing my hair over my shoulder. “I couldn’t wait to see you again today. I’ve never felt like that about a client before.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I reach down to pick up my bag, my hand shaking. I want to believe I’m shaking from standing out in the cold, but I know it has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the affect he’s having on me.
“Maybe to find out if you felt it, too?”
I can’t hide my smile as I look at this insanely gorgeous guy in front of me. Insanely gorgeous young guy. That I have no business to be making out with in a dark parking lot like a teenager.