Aria
The taxi ride is long as hell…like, long enough for me to question my entire life. But exhaustion wins, and we both end up passing out. I wake up drooling on his shoulder just as we pull up to this apartment building that looks like a bougie-ass getaway spot. It’s all glitzy and modern, with a bar and restaurant nearby, which I note because, hello, priorities.
Lucas pays the driver and yanks me out of the car like we’re late for a flight. We shuffle inside, take the elevator up, and stop at apartment 20. He unlocks the door, and we step in.
“Holy shit,” I mumble, spinning around excitedly. The living room’s cozy but stylish…long-ass couch, a sleek TV, and an open kitchen that’s practically begging for us to fuck right in the counter.
Lucas glances around with a faint smirk. “Not exactly my vibe, but it’ll do.”
I snort. “Oh, poor you. Stuck in a luxury hideout. The trauma.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s check out the bedroom,” he says, already tugging me along.
The bedroom? Even better. It’s cozy, got a big ol’ bed, soft curtains, and even a mini-fridge. This place is basically screaming…Have a sexy staycation!
“I love it,” I say, twirling around.
Lucas chuckles. “Same. But I desperately need a shower.”
“Same here,” I say, hands on my hips. “So, who’s going first?”
He shrugs, totally unfazed. “We can go together.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Uh-huh. Not falling for that. I know how this ends.”
He laughs, hands up in mock surrender. “Relax, Aria. I don’t have the energy for that right now.”
“Wow, really selling yourself there, champ,” I quip, but I follow him anyway.
Lucas and I peel off our clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought, and step into the bathroom. It’s not exactly glamorous, just two tired, naked people brushing their teeth like it’s a totally normal thing to do together. Once we’re done, we slide into the bathtub, the warm water soothing our aching muscles.
I grab the sponge and start scrubbing Lucas, taking my sweet time. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, and I can’t help but notice how damn exhausted he looks. But then, because I’m me and I can’t resist pushing buttons, my fingers “accidentally” wander south and close around his balls.
Lucas lets out a groan, his head snapping up to glare at me. “What the fuck are you doing, Aria?”
I tilt my head, all innocence and sugar. “Helping you wash,” I purr, giving them a playful squeeze.
His jaw tightens, and his voice drops a notch, rough and warning. “Aria… you’re gonna make me hard.”
I laugh, pulling my hand away like the absolute tease I am. “Relax, I’m just joking.”
Lucas narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t argue. Instead, he takes the sponge from me. Payback time.
He starts scrubbing my body, slow and deliberate, his hands lingering way too long on my breasts. His touch is soft, teasing, and just enough to send shivers down my spine.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper, my voice shaky as my body betrays me, heat pooling low in my belly.
He smirks, that cocky, infuriating smirk that drives me insane. “Helping you wash. Isn’t that what you said?”
There’s a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and I know he’s enjoying this. My brain goes blank when his hand slides down my thigh, his fingers sneaking upward until they settle right on my fucking clit.
“Lucas,” I warn, my voice breathy, my body already trembling.
“Relax,” he murmurs, moving his fingers in slow, torturous circles. “I’m just helping.”
Pleasure ripples through me, and I can barely think, let alone speak. Just when I’m about to lose myself completely, he stops.
“Done,” he says casually, his eyes glinting with mischief.
I gape at him, trying to catch my breath. “You’re such a fucking jerk,” I mutter, earning a low chuckle.
We finish up, towels wrapped around our bodies as we head to the closet. Lucas opens it, and the sight that greets us is… underwhelming, to say the least. Oversized T-shirts and baggy pants-definitely not his style.
“What the hell is this?” Lucas frowns, holding up a shirt like it personally offended him.
“Probably Sarita’s mate’s stuff,” I say, reaching for one of the shirts.
Before I can grab it, Lucas swats my hand away.
“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t wear that,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I roll my eyes, stunned at his ridiculous jealousy. “Okay, Mr. Possessive. What am I supposed to wear, then?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he drops his towel, standing there like a freaking Greek god, all muscle and arrogance. Then, with zero warning, he yanks my towel off too and pulls me flush against him.
My breath catches as my bare breasts press against his chest, and oh, hello, his hard dick is now very much making its presence known against my stomach.
“Lucas…” I start, but he cuts me off with a soft “Shh.”
“We’ll sleep naked,” he says, like it’s the most obvious solution in the world.
He leads me to the bed, and we slip under the covers. He immediately pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms like a human security blanket.
“This is better,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Now, let’s sleep.”
Except sleep? Yeah, not happening. His scent surrounds me, intoxicating and overwhelming, and his body heat is like a damn furnace. And don’t even get me started on his dick…it’s alive and pressing into me, making my thighs clench in frustration. I’m wet, and I know he fucking knows it.
“This isn’t working,” Lucas suddenly says. His voice is rough and low.
I look up at him, and my breath catches at the way his eyes have darkened. He looks at me like he’s starving, and I’m the only thing on the menu.
“Me neither,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “But you’re not a hundred percent yet.”
“There’s only one thing that’ll fix that,” he says, his hand trailing down my thigh, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Fuck.
“What is it?” I moan slowly, my voice barely above a whisper, my body already responding to his touch.
His fingers stop just at the edge of my pussy, teasing and slow. “You,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “I want you.”