Lucas’s POV
I could see how much it bothered her, my past. I was looking into her gemlike, deep blue eyes and seeing everything clear as a crystal. Her uncertainty, self doubt, jealousy, and shyness.
“There is no why Angel. The heart wants what the heart wants. The second I laid my eyes on you for the first time, my heart told me you’re the one I can never spend a second without from that moment onward” I said tenderly.
It was true, my heart felt it before I had time to register it back then. I fought against it, refused it, thought I was going crazy, and tried my best not to let anything about her mess with my head. But eventually, I accepted what my heart was trying to tell me all along.
Oh how much I wanted to kiss those parted, sexy lips. How much I wanted to devour her wholly right here in this elevator.
But I couldn’t make a damn move. Not without her consent. Without her admission that this thing between us, is the real deal.
“Tell me, Angel. What did your heart tell you when you first saw me?” I asked softly.
She looked down between my lips and my eyes as she unconsciously; or maybe not, bit her lower lip for a few seconds before releasing it. I found my eyes tracing that movement from beginning to end, my own lips tingling, yearning for a touch like it’s been too long since they tasted hers instead of just a few days.
What was I asking her?
Right, I cleared the momentary fog that clouded my mind from getting lost in the beauty of her lips, and I was about to demand an answer to my question, when the ding of the elevator indicating our arrival to our floor ruined the whole moment.
She blinked several times then pushed against me gently and freed her wrists from my grip just as the doors slid open. I let her go instantly and backed away.
We walked out of the elevator and I led the way to the last door down the hall.
I was pretty familiar with the suite so I didn’t linger around the vast, luxurious living room as I headed straight for the bedroom. I was dying for some sleep as I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. If it wasn’t for the loud music I blasted in the car and my attempts to sing along in order to stay awake, I would have fallen asleep halfway here.
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour after I get some sleep, get in” I motioned for her to go inside the bedroom firmly.
She glared at me but complied much to my relief. I had no more power to argue with her at the moment.
I closed the door then locked it. And for better precautions, I picked up the wooden chair in front of the dresser and propped it against the door handle.
“Is this really necessary?” she asked with an eye roll.
“Can’t take any chances when it comes to you, Angel” I said smugly.
I took off my shoes and socks, shrugged off my jacket, then proceeded to unfasten my jeans button when Angel blurted out warily “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I lowered my hands at my sides after unbuttoning the jeans “Taking off my jeans? I’m not going to sleep in it, it’s not comfortable” I said amusingly.
She looked pretty freaked out as her eyes bugged out of their sockets a little when she saw me take it off and stand in front of her; the kind size bed between us, in my black boxer briefs, sporting a semi.
So maybe the little pinned against the elevator wall move and her jealousy awakened my little candy stick. I wanted her to see how much she affects me in every sense of the word. I wanted her to erase all her uncertainty, vulnerability, and shyness because of her inexperience and show her that it doesn’t matter to me if she doesn’t know anything about how to turn on a guy, because she fucking does it to me naturally, just by looking at me like that, with hunger and curiosity. That’s all it takes to unravel me and make me hard for her in an instant.
She gulped visibly, her expression was hilarious like she was staring at something that’s going to bite her at any second. But there was also that desire mixed in with that which made my dick harden even more for her.
“Do you want to cuddle each other to sleep?” I asked her half seriously.
I’d love nothing more than to sleep with her nestled in my arms and her sweet lavender scent covering me, filling me with peace and bliss.
“I’ll pass” she said dryly as she finally tore her eyes away from my erection and looked at me.
A cute blush claimed her cheeks when she saw that she was caught checking it out and she quickly gave me her back and went over to look at the view from the floor to ceiling glass wall by the leather couch, to hide her embarrassment from me.
I laughed like an ass at her but I mean come on! It was hilarious, the way she was gawking at it. I’m not even sure she ever saw one before.
I lifted the comforter and sank onto the extremely comfortable mattress. The second my head hit the fluffiest pillow I’ve ever slept on, I began to feel myself slip into deep sleep instantly.
Despite that, I felt the need to convey a gentle warning to her as I said sleepily “Do me a favor Angel, try to stay here and don’t make a run for it please. I may be dead tired but my ears are super sensitive and can pick up on the slightest noises. But I’d prefer it if you don’t interrupt my beauty sleep with your guaranteed failed attempt”
She didn’t respond or turn her back to look at me, but I can probably guess she was rolling her eyes at me right about now.
With a slight smile on my face, I drifted off into a restful sleep right away.
***
Angelina’s POV
It barely took two minutes to hear his light snoring coming from behind me.
I was still glued in front of the glass wall, trying to regulate my rapid breathing which accelerated when I saw….it.
It being his….penis. Argh! Even thinking about the word alone made me shudder. I didn’t actually see it see it, I looked at it through his boxer briefs. I may have never seen one with my own eyes, not even through boxers, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t recognize that it was erect and that meant he was turned on.
It freaked the hell out of me. Both the fact that he was showing it to me or that he even had an erection in the first place. I mean, why was he turned on when we barely even touched in that elevator? Was a little foreplay all that it takes to get him like this?
Well, I was turned on myself by his proximity, his control over my wrists when he pinned them above my head, his silky, smooth voice, those lips, damn! He was screwing with my head and body like no one ever did.
It dawned on me then, that I was doing the exact same thing to him. He was showing me proof of it.
I turned around and saw him sleeping soundly on the right side of the bed. He was giving me space in case I changed my mind and decided to join him by sleeping next to him.
Well, I won’t. For more than one reason.
First, I didn’t want to give him mixed signals so he doesn’t take advantage of that and screws further with my head.
Second, I haven’t decided yet whether I want to be with him or not. I was still restless about it.
Even though he was giving me a lot of indications about how much he was feeling about me, how much I affect him deeply, something was still holding me back from completely giving in to my own desires and affection for him. Oh and I had plenty of those, I’m not even going to deny them anymore. And it’s not because he’s the first guy I was ever interested in, no it was him, Lucas, he was drawing me in from the moment we met because my heart blindly chose him too.