Breaking His Rules
Page 27
Finally, I squeal, “That’s where you keep your business cards?”
He laughs, big and bold. “Nah, just a little payback.”
My mouth drops open. He wouldn’t have stopped unless…Would he have? I have no idea. The unpredictability of it—of him—sparks through me, lighting me up. While my life has seen its fair share of events from out of left field, as a rule I crave stability in my day-to-day. I have people relying on me to be their rock, so I can’t afford to…indulge.
But damn and hell, I wouldn’t mind indulging in Lucas Wright.
“Not going to make this easy for you, Trinity.”
“You’re not?” Visions of Lucas not making it easy—in fact, making it very hard—dance through my sex-starved brain.
“Did you really think I’d ask you out?” He waves around. “In a bar? Just like that?” The cliché appears to offend him.
I swallow, once again blindsided. He’s not interested. At all.
I really am losing my touch.
I laugh it off. “Believe me, I’ve heard everything.”
“I figured as much, which is why I’m not going to beg for a date. At least, not yet. You’re not sure about me, Trinity. You think I’m too young or flighty or ridiculous. You think I’m as smooth as slime and a bit of a lad. Well, whatever you think, I have undoubtedly heard a million times over. Want to know what I think?”
“I suspect you’re going to tell me.”
“I think…that it would be good for us to wait.”
I barely restrain from screaming at him to just do me. I’m pretty confused at the pinging signals not hitting their targets.
He inclines his head, his gaze magnetized to mine. My heart is knocking around my chest like a pinball. Another pat on his breast pocket, like my card is a talisman, and my pulse spikes thinking of it next to his heart. Silly, really.
But his next move isn’t silly. It’s dangerous. One of those long fingers traces its tip along my jaw. His eyes widen, his nostrils flare.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Not sure yet.”
Kiss me.
Did I say it? I have a habit of talking to myself, speaking my innermost thoughts aloud. His lips have not latched on to mine so I’m guessing I didn’t. But something’s happening here. He’s kissing me with his eyes, seducing me with his intensity, with every sharp inhale of breath I see him almost struggling to take.
His hand anchors to my jaw and sneaks around to my nape. My blood runs hot, and I’m hyperaware of everything: His full lips. The eyebrow scar. The wicked cobalt blues. The supermodel cheekbones. A dash of russet in his eleven o’clock shadow.
The fact that we have yet to kiss. Gah!
Yet I am being ravaged. My breasts feel heavy, the spot between my thighs hot and slick. There’s power in the anticipation, though I’m not sure who holds it.
“Trinity?”
“Yes?” I’m basking in the glow of gimme-the-good-stuff.
“Still think we should wait.” The glow dims and flash-freezes. Before I can protest he adds, “Because once we start this, I’ll be going all in.”
“Once we start what?” I can hardly speak the words. I am furious.
“The ride of our lives, Trinity.”
He gives me another smile that leaves me in a daze. I’ve no idea what’s happening here but I feel itchy and very, very dissatisfied with my Lucas-free life.
“See you around, Whiskey Woman.”
And then he’s gone.
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